Stanton Bliss: Stanton

by T L Swan

  “Not yet. I need this.” His tongue starts to lick me long and hard and my hand instinctively grips the back of his head. “Come. I want you to come on my tongue. I need you soft and open, Presh.” He continues his onslaught for ten heavenly minutes.

  He nips my clitoris with his teeth and when I jump, he starts to suck me and I fall into an orgasm so strong that I lurch off the bed.

  “Hmm.” He groans as he tastes my orgasm. “You taste so good.”

  Oh dear God, this man is divine.

  He stops and kisses my inner thigh as his eyes hold mine. “How do you want me?” he whispers.

  I smile. Since I have been pregnant, I have been in control of our positions. I always choose how I want it as he doesn’t want to pressure me into something that might hurt me.

  I place my hand on his cheek. “I want to kiss you. I want to hold you.”

  He turns his head and kisses the palm of my hand and gently lies behind me, putting his bottom arm underneath my head. We kiss, slow and tenderly as he lifts my top leg and places my foot onto his top thigh. He spreads me with his fingers and slowly slides himself deep into my body.

  We both close our eyes at the feeling. His hand drops to my round stomach and he holds it. It’s like a little love cacoon. I feel so safe, so loved. He withdraws slowly and then pushes back in to me as he kisses me over my shoulder.

  “You feel so good,” he whispers as his hips pump me on autopilot. The feel of his lips on mine, his large cock inside of my body and his hand protectively on my stomach is too much. I start to quiver and he holds me tight and picks up the pace, his hand never leaving my stomach.

  “You fuck me so good, baby,” he breathes.

  The sound of my arousal slaps heavily in the air as his body leaves and re-enters. For ten blissful minutes we writhe together, giving and taking the pleasure we both desperately need.

  “I can’t last.” He pushes out as his lips start to quiver against mine. I clench and burst into an orgasm, and he brings his hand onto my hip and pulls me deep onto his cock so I can feel the telling jerk of his orgasm. His hand leaves my stomach and comes to my cheek and he holds me as he looks at me lovingly.

  “I fucking adore you,” he whispers.

  I smile as my eyes glaze over. This is how lovemaking is done. “‘That’s good, because I fucking love you.”

  “Do you want a coffee?” Cameron asks.

  “Tea, please,” I reply.

  “Hot chocolate, thanks,” Didge mutters as she swipes through her phone. We are sitting on the bonnet of our car watching Joshua play Polo. Its Sunday afternoon and Bridget and Cameron have met me here. We came straight from Willowvale, and this is his last game for a while. Joshua has told them he is unavailable until after the baby is born in four weeks. I told him I’m going to go overdue, but he doesn’t believe me. Adrian is working, apparently he is snowed under and couldn’t make it. I need to go to the bathroom but it’s such a fucking drama. I need to drag four frigging guards with me and they all wait outside while I go. Paparazzi are everywhere and I can almost feel the lenses clicking on me. This is the only place they can get their photographs of Joshua and I together and, naturally, we are being hounded because of the impending birth story. Adrian has had his styling job upped to a whole new level of Hell, Nothing bloody fits me. He is coming over weekly now and making me try stuff on, taking photos of every outfit with his phone. He then studies it so he can direct me what to wear when I’m going to be photographed, so thank Heaven for him. He makes me look better than I do. Today, I am wearing camel coloured jeans and a white linen shirt, which hangs down, with short brown boots and a brown hat that lets my hair fall out and full. My standard chunky bangles are on to hide my horrible scar. As soon as I have the baby, I’m going to see about getting some laser or something on it. I want it gone from my life.

  I look at the bathrooms on the other side of the field and then over to my guards sitting on the car behind me. God, its so annoying taking guards everywhere I go.

  “I need to go to the bloody bathroom again,” I mutter.

  “Again?” Bridget frowns.

  “I know, right? Baby Stanton is sitting on something.” I sigh, unimpressed.

  She smiles, rubs my stomach and goes back to her phone. I try to hold it, but I really do need to go.

  “I’m going to the bathroom before Cam gets back.”

  “Want me to come?” she asks without looking up.

  “No. It’s ok.” I stand and wave to Max and he comes straight over. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

  “Ok, sure.” He turns and signals to the other guards. I then drop my head and walk to the bathroom with two men in front of me, and two trailing behind. This really is over kill but it’s not even worth fighting with Joshua over it. I can hear the cameras clicking as I walk. God, I must look like a beached whale. Who on Earth would want to see these photos? I get to the bathroom and join the queue to find two women before me. The light is blown so there is only light coming in from the small windows up above the sink. And then I feel it, hot and running down my leg. My eyes widen. Holy fuck, I must be wetting myself. I try to stop it but I can’t and it keeps coming.

  Oh my God.

  Oh my fucking God.

  The lady in front finishes and I duck into the stall and look down at myself. My jeans have huge wet patches running down my inside legs. Holy shit. Its still coming, so I rip down my pants and sit down but it doesn’t stop. Holy crap. I’ve hit the bottom of the barrel. I’ve wet myself in public with fucking paparazzi outside waiting for the shot.

  Only me, this shit could only happen to me.

  I shake my hands in horror. What the hell am I going to do? I stand to look down at myself and the inside of both legs is wet right to my feet.

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  What will I do, what will I do?

  I text Bridget.

  Don’t say anything to Cameron

  OMFG get to the bathroom

  We have a fucking disaster

  She immediately texts back.

  Huh?

  I write back.

  Just get here now!!!!!!!

  She writes back.

  On my way, drama queen

  I stand in the stall with my hands over my mouth. I’m blushing just thinking about getting out of here.

  “Hello.,” I hear Bridget’s voice and I open the door and peek around.

  “Get in here.” I grab her jumper and pull her into the cubicle with me, thankful nobody else is in the toilets.

  “What are you doing, you fruitcake?”

  “Look at this.” I snap as I point at my pants.

  Her face drops in horror. “What the hell happened?”

  “I wet myself,” I whisper angrily.

  Her mouth drops open in horror and then she starts to giggle. “Oh my God. Funny shit.”

  “This is not funny shit,” I gasp, outraged.

  She puts her hands over her mouth. “What are we going to do?” She bends down to my stomach and points at it. “Naughty baby.” She whispers.

  I put my hands on my hips and throw my head back in disgust.

  “It has to be a boy.” She smirks. “Only a boy would do this.”

  “Not helping,” I groan.

  She stands and thinks for a moment. “I will just go out and get Max to bring the car around.”

  I look at her for a moment as I think. “But they will photograph my piss pants and it will be on every magazine cover tomorrow.”

  She screws up her face. “Yeah, I guess.”

  She gets out her phone and texts someone.

  “Who are you texting?” I frown.

  “Cameron.”

  “I don’t want Cameron to know,” I stammer in a panic.

  “Cameron’s a doctor, you fool. He sees people shit themselves all the time.”

  I throw my hands over my face in shame. “This is abysmal,” I whisper.

  She texts Cameron.

  Mayday, mayday
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  Natasha has wet her pants

  And we are stuck in the toilet.

  We wait for a moment. “I wish Adrian was here.” I whisper in mortification.

  He finally texts back.

  What?

  Bridget texts back.

  She has wet her pants and now her jeans are soaked

  What do we do?

  We wait for a moment and no reply. “What’s he fucking doing?” Bridget snaps. “This is an emergency.” She bites her bottom lip to stifle her smile and I look at her helplessly.

  “You have to admit… this is pretty damn funny.” She smiles.

  “Fucking hilarious,” I mutter dryly.

  “Hello?” I hear Cameron’s voice. Oh shit, he’s in the girl’s toilets.

  I open the cubicle and pull him in. The three of us are like sardines all squashed in here. He looks down at me in horror. “Did you feel like you were wetting yourself and couldn’t stop it?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “No. I just felt hot wet on my legs. I’m going to die of embarrassment. Get Joshua.” I admit defeat as I hold my hands over my face.

  We hear a woman come into the toilets and we all stay silent. Cameron punches Bridget as she tries to hold in her giggles. The intruder eventually leaves.

  My phone beeps a text from Max.

  What’s going on?

  Why is Cameron in there?

  Oh, man, this is horrific. I have to tell him. I text back.

  Don’t tell anyone but I have wet my pants.

  He texts back.

  I will bring the car around

  I reply.

  Yes, please.

  Cameron narrows his eyes as he thinks. “Tash, I don’t think you have wet yourself.”

  I frown.

  “What are you talking about?” Bridget snaps. “What does it look like she has done, you fool?”

  “It’s probably amniotic fluid. I think your water has broken.”

  My eyes widen. “Its too early.”

  Bridget gasps and then bends to my stomach and points at it. “Naughty baby, stay in there. You are not cooked yet.”

  “Stop calling my baby naughty,” I warn her as I slap her over the back of the head as she bends down.

  “Well, he is,” she says.

  I hold my hands up in horror. “Get Joshua. Get Joshua… now.”

  Cameron looks at his watch. “There is only seven minutes left in the game, if you pull him off the paps will be onto you and you will be hounded all the way to the hospital.”

  “True,” Bridget answers.

  My phone beeps a text and I read it out. Its Max again.

  Swap pants with Bridget to get to the car.

  Bridget’s face drops. “Ewww, I’m not wearing your amniotic festy fucking pants.”

  I start to rip my jeans down and Cameron frowns at the show that is unfolding. “Please, Bridget,” I beg.

  “Oh my God,” she grumbles, mortified. “Cameron, do something,” she whispers.

  “I don’t fit into her fucking jeans,” he replies.

  Another text comes through from Max.

  Right, at the door

  And I hear the cars engine. I pull my pants back up. “Let’s make a run for it.”

  We come out of the cubicle. Cameron grabs my hand and we burst out of the bathroom into the open car door that Max is holding for me. He slams the door shut. “Oh, God, what if they got a shot of my wet pants,” I cry to Cameron.

  “Joshua will sue,” he mutters, distracted. Max gets in the front seat and Bridget jumps in next to him.

  We drive back around to the other side of the venue to where Joshua is just coming off the field. Cameron jumps out of the car and runs over to him, Joshua listens and then his eyes look up to me in the car. I see a flicker of anxiety as he tries to act calm and nods. He holds up a finger to me. Then he walks Jasper to his strapper, says something, and then comes back over to the car, jumping in the back.

  “Its too early,” he pants. Cameron jumps in the other side of him.

  I nod. “I know, it’s not due for another month.”

  Max dials the other security.

  “Where to?” The guard asks casually.

  “L.A. Memorial Hospital.”

  Chapter 10

  I sit nervously in the back seat of the car with Joshua’s hand on my leg. Bridget sporadically looks back to check on me, while Cameron is on his phone looking something up. I think he’s Googling what development stage the baby will be at. I close my eyes. It isn’t time. I’m not ready, I don’t even have my hospital bag packed.

  I take out my phone to text Mum and Abbie.

  Disaster.

  Wet my pants at polo.

  Cameron thinks my water have broken.

  On the way to hospital, keep you posted.

  Damn it, Mum arrives in two weeks for the birth. I really wanted her here. You really are a naughty baby.

  I start to dial a number. “Who are you ringing?” Joshua asks.

  “I need to ring Adrian.”

  “What for?”

  “I don’t have anything with me,” I tell him in a panic.

  He raises a brow but wisely holds his tongue as I switch it onto speaker.

  “Hey, baby,” Adrian answers.

  “Oh my God, Adrian. I’m having a nightmare,” I cry.

  “What is it?”

  “I wet my pants at polo and now Cameron thinks that it’s amniotic fluid and we are on our way to the hospital.”

  “But… you are not due for another twenty-nine days.”

  I smile. Of course he would know the exact days. “I know. What if they got a shot of me with wet pants?”

  Joshua rolls his eyes. “Who cares?” he interjects. “We got bigger fucking problems.”

  Adrian pauses as he thinks. “That’s ok, we will just issue a statement saying the images were photoshopped.”

  “You could do that?” I ask hopefully.

  “Of course we can. Swing past home and get changed and then go to the hospital.”

  “Ok.” I nod. Good thinking.

  “No!” Cameron snaps. “We need to get to the hospital as a matter of urgency and stop this labour.”

  Joshua’s worried eyes flick to Cameron. “What’s the problem with this early.”

  “The baby’s lungs are still developing and it may have trouble breathing.”

  My face falls and Bridget reaches over the seat and grabs my hand. “Tash, this is just a false alarm. Everybody has false alarm stories, don’t they Cameron?” She glares at him in a shut the fuck up, your scaring her look.

  “Yes, yes, of course,” Cameron corrects himself.

  I think for a moment. “Adrian, can you go to our house and pack me a bag, please?”

  “Of course, baby.”

  I think for a moment. “Can you get my pink dressing gown and my nightdress from the bathroom?”

  “Yes, what else?”

  “Umm.” I think for a moment, what else do I need? Bridget can go and get my personal stuff later. My eyes glance at Joshua in his Polo gear. “Can you grab Joshua some clothes, too?”

  “Ok, I will meet you there.”

  “Thank you.”

  Joshua grabs my hand again and winks.

  I feel sick to my stomach. What if something goes wrong? What if the baby is underdeveloped?

  “It will be ok, Presh,” Joshua saysassures me softly.

  I nod nervously and put my head onto his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me. I rub my large stomach. Please behave in there and stop trying to escape. I’m not ready and neither are you.

  After the slowest drive in history, we finally get to the hospital and find two nurses waiting at the door with a gown. They come over to the car and pass it in. “Put this on, dear.”

  I take it with thanks and put it over my clothes. No doubt Adrian has rang ahead and organised this.

  I waddle my way through the hospital with Joshua, Bridget and Cameron until we get to the maternity ward.
The young nurse on the desk sees us and her face drops in shock.

  “O-oh,” she stutters before regaining composure. “I mean… Hello. Can I help you?” She’s obviously a Joshua fan.

  Joshua glares at her.

  “Mrs. Stanton needs to see her doctor. Page Dr. Walton immediately!” Cameron snaps.

  “Yes, sir.”

  An elderly, kind midwife comes out and smiles. “Hello, my dear, my name is Nancy. What’s going on here?”

  Cameron goes to interject and she holds her hand up to stop him.

  “I’m talking to?” She raises her eyebrows at him in question.

  “Natasha,” I murmur softly.

  “I’m a doctor,” Cameron states, annoyed that he has just been dismissed.

  She smiles warmly and takes my hand. I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. These older midwifes obviously don’t take shit from young doctors. She doesn’t give a damn who he is.

  “Hello, Natasha. Why are you here, my dear?”

  “Um.” I swallow my nerves. “I think my waters may have broken but it is too early.”

  “How far along are you?”

  “Thirty-six weeks.”

  She smiles calmly. “I see.” Oh, this midwife is good, really good. She looks between Cameron and Joshua. “And who is the father?”

  “Me,” Joshua snaps, affronted that there could be any doubt.

  She smiles again. “And what is your name?”

  Bridget and I exchange looks. She doesn’t know who we are. Thank God for that.

  “Joshua,” he replies.

  “And this is your family?” She looks between Bridget and Cameron, and they both nod.

  “Ok, lets take you through here with Joshua to run some tests. Your family can wait in the waiting room.”

  Cameron and Bridget wave us off nervously and take a seat in the waiting room.

  Nancy leads us into a hospital room and opens the bathroom door to the side. “Just go into the bathroom, dear, and remove your clothes and underwear, then put this gown on.” She retrieves a gown from the cupboard and passes it to me. I nod nervously and do as she instructed. I put it on and take my place on the bed. She wheels a trolley in and attaches pads that are hooked up to monitor, to my stomach. The baby’s heartbeat starts to bleep a little noise. “Ah, there it is. A beautiful strong little heartbeat.” Nancy smiles.