It was two hours later when I was able to go in and see her. The surgeon had just finished and she was now in recovery. According to the recovery nurse, all would be well. She was going to pull through. I had walked into the room with my heart aching. She laid there in the hospital bed, pale and unconscious with remnants of blood on her gown and body. So much like earlier and not at the same time. Despite her appearance, I knew she would be okay. I walked up to my wife and whispered words of my love, devotion and guilt.
“I love you so much, Sarah. I am sorry I brought this on you.” I pulled back from her and paced. My anger coming to the forefront as I watched the machines breathe for her. “Damn it! I knew I should have left you surrounded by guards. When you wake up, you will start doing as I tell you, you got me, woman?” I was crying out my anger as my heart broke, “Damn it, Sarah just wake up. Just for a fucking moment, please.” I gripped her hand in one of mine. I used my other hand to brush her hair away from her face.
It was hours later and all the family and friends had gone when I felt the squeeze of her hand. I looked up half asleep to see her with glassy eyes, looking back at me. I called the nurse who was followed in by the doctor. They evaluated her and took her off the machines as she was breathing fine on her own. She had spent the next week in the hospital. When she was released, she decided that she was not going back to work. Of course I told her that she wasn’t going back even if she wanted to do so.
Brandi had been charged with attempted murder and plead not guilty, stupid bitch. It was not until nearly a year later that the trial was under way and a very large, pregnant Sarah took the stand. She didn’t stand a chance. She received forty years for attempted murder.
Epilogue:
“Fuck, Sarah! Are you trying to kill me?” She looked up from her position on her knees, only adding to the joy that I was receiving.
This morning Sarah had woken up with the urge to fuck all day. She was so horny that she woke me up just so I could eat her out. After she came twice, she laid on her side as I spooned behind her, driving into her warm and wet pussy. Her belly had grown too large for us to face each other anymore, but it worked for us. Her breasts were full and sensitive as fuck as I gripped and pinched them, bringing her off again before shooting my seed into her. We had showered and gotten ready for a relaxing weekend at home.
It was after lunch that Sarah had decided that she wanted me for dessert, fuck me, hell yeah. She was on her knees in front of the couch taking me deep. I loved every moment of this. I knew that any day now she would be off limits and so like a greedy fuck, I took every opportunity to satisfy her craving, which was easy for my ass because I was horny all the time for my Sarah.
“Sarah, amore, I am going to come,” I moaned as I gripped her hair and road her face, my come jetting down her throat. I pulled her off her knees and into my arms when I noticed that she was dripping from her panties and not just a little but a whole lot.
“Michael, I think the baby is coming.” I was just wiping my mouth when a pain hit me. I had been feeling fine until I swallowed all of his essence, then all of a sudden I heard a pop and felt a sharp pain in my belly. I had heard rumors and old wives tales about how to make the baby come and having sex was supposed to work. Something about his come being a trigger. I woke up ready to go. My body was on fire with the lust I hadn’t felt in over a month. Not that I hadn’t wanted my Michael. It was just an overpowering urge to be mounted today. Now here I am standing in a puddle with sharp stabbing pains hitting my belly.
Michael rushed me off to the hospital, making calls as he drove. He tried to keep his cool, which wasn’t working for shit.
“Ouch, that shit hurt,” I whispered while he was on the phone, praying he didn’t hear me. He was about to freak out. The baby was coming and I was trying to hide the pain. One thing Michael couldn’t stand was that I was in pain and would likely be for however long it took to have the baby because I wanted to do it naturally, which at this moment I was rethinking. Those bitches are some tough women.
“Hey baby, are you doing okay?” I could hear the fear in his voice. I love this man.
“I’m…fine.” I had to speak just as another pain hit. Fuck me. I think he just turned a new color ‘baby-white-sheet pale’.
It was ten hectic hours later that little Michael Pietro Vitale was born, weighing a ton for a little one. He was a very healthy ten pounds six ounces and has a set of lungs on him. He wailed the second he popped out of my Sarah. I held Sarah tight after they brought the baby to us, thanking God that my family was okay.
“Grazie, amore mia. I love you so much. Are you well?” I love her so damn much it hurts. I thought her cries of pain would never end. I was worried that she was being torn in two. When a contraction hit, her belly did this strange shit and tightened. I could actually see my son’s form a few times like that. That damn doctor was taking too long. All she could say was the baby comes when it wants to. Fucking idiot broad, I needed my wife to stop feeling terrible. Now I am looking at them and she looks like nothing had just happened. Like she didn’t want to rip my balls off, or that I wanted to commit murder. But damn was she beautiful, even with the messed up hair, sweat, and fatigue. Looking at her and my handsome boy, I don’t think I could be more in love. Fuck, hold back the tears.
“I am perfect. Isn’t he perfect?” She had tears of joy in her eyes as she looked up to see the same tearful expression in mine. “Yes, cara, very much so. Thank you.”
Our Vitale family moment was interrupted by a steady stream of well-wishers. Her aunt and uncle came with her cousins to coo over little Mikey as they would call him. Then came Ryan with a very pregnant Stacy and trailing behind. David arrived with his bride as well, who was also sporting a small bump.
“Tell me, Sarah, honestly, how bad was it?” Stacy was actually worried that it would be too much and she would pussy out and get the drugs. I needed to make sure she wasn’t steering Stacy and Ryan wrong.
“It wasn’t so bad. There were moments when I thought I would die, but it was all worth it in the end.”
“Hell no, don’t listen to her. Ryan, make her take the drugs. Trust me, there is nothing like seeing the woman you love, the mother of your child suffering. I wanted to knock the doctors and nurses out. I am telling you now, I understand why men weren’t allowed in before. But I will tell you one thing, don’t miss it. No matter what agony you have to witness, Sarah is right, seeing our baby come was worth it.”
Sarah laughed and shook her head to Stacy, gesturing to ignore me, but she knew with the next one I would make her take the drugs if she could. Sarah was able to nap while everyone gathered around me and my little Mikey. My parents got the call and were on their way. My father had to relinquish the reins for a few days but had managed with his best friend Giancarlo looking over the vineyard for him.
It was late at night when we were finally left alone. I had waited all day to do this. I could finally hold my family in my arms. Sarah carried the baby to her breast to feed while I wrapped my arms around both of them and cradled them into my chest. I watched as my boy went to town on my wife’s swollen breasts and I had to remember not to be jealous, but I couldn’t help myself. “Hey buddy, save some for Daddy.”
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