I nod my head hoping he’s right. The cops show up shortly after and we give our statements. They think its best if we stay somewhere other than our house tonight, change up the pattern so she doesn’t know where to find us.
I wish I could be there when she pulls up in her creepy ass van and a whole swat team jumps out. I’m not sure if the swat team will show up but I think they need to. She’s insane and clearly dangerous.
We head out of the store with a police escort to the airport. Grant doesn’t want to take any chances of her finding us so he booked us a hotel in Wisconsin. I know, who the heck goes to Wisconsin? I think the idea is that she won’t ever find us there.
There’s not a chance to pack our things and shortly after leaving the store we’re in the sky on our way to our safe house. This isn’t as scary if I pretend like we’re in the witness protection program heading for our cabin of love.
I know, I know. I read too many smutty novels.
Hopefully Carissa shows up like she’s supposed to and the cops get her and put her ass in jail. I can’t deliver this baby with all this craziness looming over our heads.
Not that I really have a say in the matter.
***
Later that night we received a call saying that Carissa was in police custody. The scariest part is they had a police officer undercover watching our house and once the cops arrested Carissa someone tried to break into our house in a ski mask. It turned out to be her crazy ass brother. The same one that helped her kidnap Grant all those years ago. I’m thankful we were safe in another state and they’re both being held without bail.
“What’re you thinking about?” Grant asks when he comes out on the balcony with me.
“I can breathe. For the first time in months, I can finally breathe.”
“I know what you mean baby.”
“But…” Tears come to my eyes. “I can’t help but feel responsible for Ry’s…” I can’t even say it.
Grant gets on his knees in front of me and grabs my hands. “It’s not your fault Aggie.”
“If I hadn’t chased you down the driveway…” I wipe a tear from my eye.
“Then we wouldn’t have this beautiful princess growing inside you. Is it fair that Ry’s not here? Not even close. But that’s the reality of the situation and we can’t be wondering what if. That’s a dangerous road to go down.”
“Okay. Can we go home now?” I sniffle.
“Absolutely. Let’s go, I’m taking my girls home”
DOES THAT INCLUDE ANAL?
“Slow your ass down! I’m waddling here.”
Grant slows his mammoth strides and holds out his hand for me. You see, I’m a whale. A heifer. A hippo in maternity clothes. Walking is difficult, hell, sitting and eating I get winded. Now I see why pregnant women complain a lot.
“Sorry baby.” Grant chuckles and it makes me give him the stink eye.
I’m officially six days past my due date and I need some freaking relief. In the last week alone I’ve accidentally peed my pants twice, got stuck in the bath tub for a few hours because my phone wasn’t close to call Grant and don’t even get me started on the heartburn.
We’re on our way in for my appointment, hopefully my last appointment ever. This little girl has been served her eviction notice and she needs to get the hell out of me and into my arms.
“I have a feeling about today.” Grant takes my hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss it.
“Really Miss Cleo… a feeling?” I roll my eyes and start up the stairs of the doctor’s office.
“Would it kill you to be nice to me?” He laughs making me know he doesn’t mind my attitude. He definitely takes it in stride thankfully.
“Yes. It would absolutely kill me to be nice to anyone right now.” I stop and face him. “There’s a baby in here.” I gesture to my enormous belly. “There’s constant pain in my vagina like she’s going to fall out, she makes me pee my pants when she uses my bladder as a punching bag and the back pain’s so bad I feel like my spine’s about to snap in half. So please, tell me how I should be nice to you?”
He pulls me close and starts rubbing my back. “This will all be worth it Aggie. When you’re holding our little girl in your arms for the first time… you won’t remember any of this.”
“Next are you going to tell me how I won’t remember pushing a watermelon out of my vagina?” I dare him with my eyes to mess with me. But he’s mostly right, I cannot wait to hold my baby girl.
“Let’s go.” He holds the door open and lets me waddle in first.
“I’m confident I’ll be seeing you in the next few days.” The doctor smiles.
“Really? How can you be sure?”
“Because you’re four centimeters dilated. We can do something to try and move it along faster?”
She tells me about something to do with sweeping membranes. I tell her she can sweep whatever the hell she wants if it gets this baby out of me.
When we’re walking out of the doctor’s office I’m confident that I’m hours away from delivery. It’s a feeling, and it’s more important than Grant’s feelings. I smile and giggle to myself.
“What’s so funny?”
“We’re gonna go home where you are gonna sex the hell outta me. Then we can come back and have the baby.”
“Not saying I’m not all about that game plan, but is that a good idea?”
“Grant, if you don’t stick your penis in my vagina I will find something to get it done. It’s known that sex can kick you into labor and I NEED THIS BABY OUT!” I’m a little hysterical, but Grant gives me his soft eyes and steers us towards the car.
We got a new SUV and I’m in love with it. Grant’s been driving a lot more because we’re not in the city anymore. It’s weird not having a driver cart us around everywhere. It’s nice to be alone with him, that’s definitely a plus. I’m glad to report I passed my driving test a few weeks back. That’s right, I’m now a driver among the masses!
When we’re halfway home I decide to kick it up a notch to let him know I meant what I said before. I put my hand on Grant’s thigh and let it rest there. With every mile, I inch it higher and higher until my hands working his dick through his pants.
“Aggie.” He growls and I know I’m driving him crazy. We haven’t had sex in almost two weeks because I’ve been super uncomfortable. He’s been a trooper through it all not pressuring me. Even though I caught him jacking off in the bathroom a few days ago. Man, it was hot and I would have jumped him if the baby didn’t make me pee my pants and ruin the mood.
By the time we get home, Grant’s panting and barely turns the car off before he’s pulling me out of the car. We enter through the garage door and he has my back up against the wall in seconds. Kissing, sucking, biting my neck.
“Oh god, I need you Grant!”
He picks me up and carries me in the house. Good call on his part. The bed is where we need to be.
Grant gently lays me in the middle of our massive bed and begins to undress me. First my leggings and panties come off, then my shirt and bra. He quickly disrobes and is on me wasting no time. He spreads my thighs apart and dives face first into my pussy.
He has me climaxing in 30 seconds… max. I’ve said it’s been a while and pregnancy makes everything extra sensitive. Grant climbs up my body and starts attacking my breasts. I arch my back pushing them further into his face and moan out his name.
“I’ve missed you baby.”
“Me too, now get inside me!” I’m so turned on I’d gladly beg for his cock. It’s just the thing I need to relieve some of this stress I’ve been dealing with.
“Look at me Aggie.” My eyes pop open and bore into his gorgeous brown eyes that I love so much. He starts to sink inside me and we groan simultaneously.
“Give me more.”
“We’re taking this slow.”
I growl in frustration and lock my feet behind his ass trying to pull him closer. But, he has the control. He’s too far away, my freaking
belly’s in the way and causing there to be too much space between us. This position just won’t do.
“Get off.” Grant rolls to his side confused until I swing my leg over his hips and sink down on his cock.
He growls as my hips start moving and my hands work their way to my breasts. As I start massaging them I look down towards Grant and the look on his face nearly makes me come right then and there. His hands grip my hips tightly and starts to control the speed. He keeps it slow, then slowly builds it faster and faster until I’m panting and clawing at his chest. I freaking love it when he power bottoms.
“That’s it baby.” His thumb finds my clit and rubs circles around it. “I can’t hold back much longer. You have to come for me Aggie.”
I move my hips a particular way and he growls. I’m so close and I need just a little bit more to fall over the edge. I’m working him to the best of my ability with my hips, he has a firm hold on my ass and his thumbs still going to town on my clit. I feel my walls starting to tighten and tremors start to wrack my body.
“Oh Grant…” I moan and throw my head back in ecstasy.
“That’s it baby, you’re there…” He’s clenching his jaw trying to hold back. “Fuck, I can’t hold it back any longer.” He thrusts his hips upward while groaning my name over and over. My orgasm hits me full blast and every inch of my body is in flames.
A few minutes later we’re lying in bed facing each other with massive smiles on our faces.
“How the hell are we going to keep our hands off each other for six weeks?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“After I have the baby I need time to heal, so… six weeks.”
“Does that include anal?” He smiles and I know he’s joking.
“Ha ha, you’re a comedian. I think…” My downstairs feels different and then I pee my pants.
“Oh no!” I jump outta bed and run for the bathroom in embarrassment. I can’t believe I just peed my pants in bed. He should have appeased me when I said we needed a mattress protector!
I sit on the toilet and wipe… and wipe… and wipe! Shit, I didn’t pee my pants!
“Grant!”
He’s in the doorway a second later. “It’s okay, peeing your pants is perfectly normal.”
“Shut the hell up, it’s not normal. And I didn’t pee, my water broke!”
Grant’s face goes pale as heck and he looks a little unsteady on his feet. I get off the toilet, wrap myself in a towel and usher him to the bed. He sits there practically catatonic while I get dressed and pull some clothes out for him. When I come back to him I place my hands on his shoulders and look him in the eyes.
“We have to go.” A contraction hits me and I wince in pain. This must be what he needs to get him going because he jumps up, has me trade places and quickly gets dressed.
“Okay, so the bags already in the car, I’ll grab your purse and call the family on the way.” He walks for the door to leave and I clear my throat. “What? What am I missing?”
“Um… me?” I laugh.
“Shit, let’s go baby.” He helps me off the bed and aids me in our walk to the car.
“Damn, it feels like Niagara Falls is evacuating my vagina. Hang on.” I walk into the hall and grab a hand towel from the linen closet. I fold it just right and shove it in my pants. When I look down I laugh because it looks like I’m wearing a diaper.
Grant laughs as he grabs my hand helping me out to the car. Once securely inside we make our way out of the driveway and exit the front gates of our little community.
I look outside and wince as another contraction hits. Grabbing my stomach, I wonder how much worse they’ll get. I know this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg as far as pain goes. I’m hoping I can handle it to get the job done.
“It’s time! Aggie’s water broke. I’m activating the phone tree.” Grant says over the phone.
I look at him in confusion. What the hells a phone tree? I ask him when he hangs up.
“I called my mom. She’ll call your grandmother, then she’ll call the next. A phone tree.”
“You Donovan’s can be really weird sometimes.” I laugh.
“You say weird, I say prepared. They’ll all be in the waiting room in record time.”
I take a deep breath still rubbing my belly. Baby girl will be coming out today and I cannot wait to hold her.
“We could be holding our little girl in a few hours.” I smile at Grant. He quickly smiles back and continues driving down the road.
Once we’re at the hospital they check us into a room. The nurse comes in and announces she thinks we’ll be having a baby by the end of the day.
It’s about damn time!
***
“You’re starting to test my patience, don’t say it!”
“You’re doing…” I cut him off.
“I’m serious Grant, if you tell me I’m doing great one more time your Big D will not make it home!”
He looks scared but remains seated next to me holding my hand. The same position we’ve been in for 28 fucking hours. 28! I’ve been in labor for more than a day!
The door to the hospital room opens and the doctor walks in. “Let’s see where we’re at shall we. Hopefully we’ve finally gotten past eight centimeters.
Do you hear this guy? We. Like he’s in this with me. I want to throttle him but I need someone to pull this sucker from me so he gets a free pass.
I’ve long since gotten an epidural so the check doesn’t faze me anymore. When he pulls off his gloves he smiles at me.
“Ten centimeters. It’s time to push Agnes.”
“It’s about time! I hope you have your baseball glove because I’m shooting her the hell out.” I don’t know why they laugh at me when I’m being completely serious. Oh well, I’ll show them. The doctor gets geared up and he looks like he’s about to ward off a zombie apocalypse, not deliver a baby.
“Wait a second!”
“What’s the matter baby?” Grants at my side brushing my sweaty hair from my forehead.
“Get Mimi, I need her in here for this!”
“On it!” Grant runs for the door and exits. A few moments later Mimi barges through the door and bee lines for me.
“Oh sweetheart. Grant says its time. Are you ready?” I nod my head yes but say no.
“You’ve got this sweetie. Just remember, it’s almost done, you can do it.” I nod my head in understanding as the pressure gets unbearable in my ass.
“Doc, I might need to go to the bathroom first.” One of my biggest fears is shitting on the table.
“That’s normal. That just means you’re ready to start pushing.”
I take a deep breath and look over at Grant. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I don’t want her coming into this world with hostility in the room.”
He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Baby, you could kick me in the balls right now and I couldn’t be mad at you.” I look at him thoughtfully. “But please don’t, I’d like to enjoy this process.” He chuckles.
The nurse instructs me on what’s going to happen. Every contraction I’m going to give three big pushes, then I get a break in between.
The first contraction comes while Mimi and Grant cheer for me to push. I give it my best and when the third push is done I lay my head back panting.
“That was some impressive pushing Agnes. I can feel the baby’s head. A couple more and I’ll be able to see her.”
“Fuck that shit. One more and she’ll be out.” I’m determined for this to be over with so I can hold my baby.
“Here it goes, start pushing Aggie.” The nurse instructs. “1…2…3…”
There goes Grant and Mimi again cheering like I’m about to score the winning touchdown. On the second push, I’m grunting and noises I’ve never heard before fly out of my mouth.
“I see the head! Keep going Agnes. On this final push, I really need you to dig deep and push her out.”
Grant squeezes my hand extra tight an
d tells me to give it hell. With a roar, I push with everything I have inside of me.
“Keep going, keep going!” The nurse tries to motivate me.
I’ve never tried so hard at anything in my life! I push… and push… and push…
“Here she is.” The doctor says before I hear the sweetest sound in the world. A crying baby. My crying baby.
Grant looks down and tears slide down his face as my little girl is placed on my chest moments later. Tears are falling freely from my eyes as I count her ten tiny fingers and toes.
“Hello baby girl.” I coo at her trying to soothe her cries.
“She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… since you were born of course.” Mimi cries. “Thank you, guys, for letting me be a part of this wonderful moment.” She kisses my forehead then the baby’s.
Everything’s a whirlwind from there. They clean her up, more shit comes outta me that I really wish Grant didn’t see because he was seconds from passing out and we’re moved to our room for the next few days.
Once we're by ourselves, we gush over our precious baby.
“Okay baby, after seeing you go through all of that, you’ve earned the right to name her.”
“Seriously? You’ve been fighting me on names this whole time and now I have free reign?” I smile because I already have a name picked out I know he’ll love it.
“Just please, don’t go with Bailey.” He winces.
“I’ve had a name picked out for months I haven’t shared with you. Let’s see how you like your name baby girl.” I look down at my daughter. “Welcome to the world Rylan Cally Donovan.”
“What…” I look over to Grant and see the tears in his eyes. He closes them and takes a deep breath before opening them and looking at me. “It’s... it’s perfect. Rylan…” He takes another deep breath. “The person you’re named after was very special to all of us. You have a guardian angel looking out for you already.”
“You’re very special… you have so many people waiting to meet you.” I look up to Grant. “Should we put them out of their misery and let them in already?” I laugh wiping a stray tear away.
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