Deliverance (The LockDown Series Book 1)

by Dobson, Shannon

  I feel their cool hands under my knees lifting them toward my chest.

  I feel the contraction approach and as it rips through me I bear down and push as hard as I can. I can feel the blood vessels in my head beginning to burst.

  “That’s it Abbi, that’s good, hold it and keep pushing as long as you can. That’s it, the head's almost out. A couple more pushes and you’ll probably be done. Right, here comes another contraction, push hard now, I can see the baby’s head coming.” I feel the second spasm hit and I bear down again, gritting my teeth together, pushing with all my might.

  “That was good, but we need another one, I need you to push hard Abbi, we need to get this baby out.” My fatigue is getting the better of me, I am finding it hard to keep my eyes open let alone push a human from my vagina.

  “I can’t, I’m too tired and I need sleep,” I beg her, my hair sticking to my face and my eyes watering.

  “Come on Abbi, baby’s head is almost out now. Give me another push, really hard for me and hold it. Ready, and go.” I take another deep breath and push fiercely. “Keep going, keep pushing, we’re nearly there.” The midwife encourages me to keep going as I feel my baby’s head pop out of me.

  I take another breath and with the contraction, the slimy feel of my baby’s body slipping out, makes me feel an immense relief.

  “Well done baby, she’s here.” She? We have a daughter?

  “It’s a girl?” I ask, my eyes wide.

  “Yes, baby, she’s a beautiful little girl; she’s so perfect, so tiny and so beautiful.” His eyes are streaming tears, marking his handsome face.

  “Do you want to cut the cord daddy?” I hear the midwife, who has just delivered my angel, ask Leighton.

  “Yes, please,” he replies through his tears.

  I look down as Leighton takes the scissors and separates our daughter from her placenta.

  “Thank you Leighton, thank you for her. For everything.” His lips come onto mine firmly, the saltiness mingling on my skin.

  “No Abigail, thank you. She is just so perfect.” The nurse places my tiny little girl onto my bare chest, her head nestling onto my breast, her lips wrap around my nipple instantly and begin to suckle. The feeling is out of this world. I can feel the pull deep inside my stomach.

  “God, she’s amazing.” I burst into a sob in the middle of the delivery suite, cries of happiness and outright love. My emotions are scattered all over the place.

  “Just like her mother,” Leighton simply states, before snuggling on the bed with me to gently stroke his daughter’s mop of dark blonde hair.

  Her deep moss eyes are wide open and staring at me as she feeds from me for the first time. Her little tiny fingers are wrapped around Leighton’s large index finger.

  Drops of water land in her hair as we both weep over the arrival of our child. The most amazing gift and feeling in this entire world.

  I turn to Lisa to see her standing at the foot of the bed staring at Leighton and I with complete and utter devotion. “Thank you Mum, thank you so much for being here.” I smile tenderly at her, letting her know that in every sense she is my mother, she is the grandmother of my daughter and I love her with everything I possibly can.

  “No thank you Abigail, thank you for letting me be here and letting me experience this beautiful little girl’s arrival. I’ll leave you two with her for a while. I know Carl is dying to meet her and see you, but you two need some time on your own for a while.” She walks around the bed and kisses my cheek lovingly, leaning down and brushing her lips against my daughter's tiny cheek, while she nestles into me and then turns and places her hand on Leighton’s face. “Congratulations son, she did good. Your daughter is beautiful and the spit of you.” And as I look down at my green-eyed, blonde-haired girl I see her father, she is Leighton in every way.

  I glance into the clear plastic crib my daughter Melissa is sleeping in, her tiny little body wrapped in pink blankets. A matching pink hat is upon her head, little dark blonde flicks of hair escaping the sides. Her gentle breaths are heard in the silence of the room as I sit with my friends and family watching her sleep.

  I am snuggled into Leighton’s side on the bed. Maria and the twins stand by her crib, Antonio in his wheelchair, Debbie upon his knee as they stare down at her. Thomas and Nate stand beside me, emanating the love that this group holds for each other. Each person is watery eyed and emotional at the arrival of our child, our precious little daughter.

  My mum and dad visited earlier together, having cuddles with our baby, talking with me and my closest friends who are now enjoying their cuddles. My energy has returned a little after a short sleep.

  “So, how much did she weigh and what have you called her babe?” Maria asks me as she leaves the rest to their gawping.

  “She was born weighing four pound twelve ounces and her name is Melissa Leigh Maria Lock.” All the important people in my life have been included in her name. Melissa is after my best friend, whose childhood and life had been ruined by my biological sperm donor, Lisa’s name also included in Melissa, Leigh after her father Leighton, the beautiful man in whom she is created from, the love and absolute devotion that brought her to being here, and finally, Maria after her auntie, Godmother and my best friend and sister.

  I look to my best friend to see her eyes red and dripping tears. “Thank you, I’m honoured, such a beautiful name for a perfect, beautiful little girl.” She places a tender kiss to my cheek and then returns to coo over the baby.

  My room is filled to capacity with balloons, cards and people. My tiny little princess, all less than five pound of her, an atom in comparison to the people surrounding her.

  I look into Leighton’s eyes and I know in this second, and for every second to come, that our lives will be fine, we will be fine, and we will be completely happy.

  We are allowed to take Melissa home this evening. She is feeding well, her bowels are working fine and her eyesight and hearing are all good.

  As Leighton places her in the car seat she is swallowed whole by the contraption. Driving home I can’t stop myself from looking every couple of seconds into the car seat beside me in the back of the car, to see if she is ok. I am afraid this happiness will be destroyed and vanish any time.

  “She’s fine baby, stop worrying,” Leighton tells me, looking at me through the rear view mirror. His beaming smile, that hasn’t left his face since early hours this morning, is staring back at me.

  “I know she is, I just can’t help looking. I just have to know.” I shrug my shoulders and settle back into the back seat.

  I watch as the green trees and rolling hills of the Surrey landscape rush past. I feel at home again, the same as the first time Leighton had driven me past this luscious scene.

  “What are you thinking about sweetheart?” his deep voice disturbs me from my happy place.

  “Just the first time I saw this landscape, the day after you found me.” My heart feels warm and secure in my chest, beating a steady rhythm.

  “The best choice I have ever made.” That day nearly a year ago, I wouldn’t have thought I would be here now. I am engaged to the most wonderful human being alive, have just given birth to the most precious little girl there ever was, and living the life of a princess.

  “I love you Leighton Lock.” We are talking through the rear-view mirror.

  “And I love you Abigail Adams, soon to be Lock.” And I can’t wait. I want the wedding sooner than the fifth of June, I want it now. But as I think of how beautiful the grounds will be in the summer, the beautiful flowers, glowing sunshine and my gorgeous little girl at five months old, I resign to the fact we have already picked the perfect date.

  We arrive home at around seven in the evening, the winter season having set the sun hours ago leaving the circular driveway lit by the bright spotlights.

  Leighton parks the car out front rather than underground, assisting to get me from my seat to the ground, and then reaching in
and collecting our little girl, our Melissa.

  “Welcome home Angel,” he pulls me to his side as he walks us up the front steps of our home and places his key in the lock.

  “Home, sweet home.” I breathe in the warm smell as I walk into the entrance hall. Food is cooking somewhere in the house and the aromas are making my hospital filth-filled stomach rumble.

  “Yes that would be dinner honey,” Leighton tells me as he walks through the hallway toward the lounge, Melissa’s car seat in his grasp. I kick my shoes off and follow him, thankful to be home.

  As I reach the lounge, beautiful, big, pink ‘it’s a girl’ banners lace the walls, pink balloons and streamers are hanging off of every available surface and my small group of friends and family are present. Lisa and Carl have brought their daughter Lily, who at the sight of me runs up and throws herself at me.

  “Abbyee, you got baby, lemme sheee Abbyee,” she says through her toothy little grin.

  “Hey baby girl, sit down sweetheart and I’ll bring her over for a cuddle.” She runs back to her mother’s side and jumps onto her knee. Lily is the only one in the room who hasn’t met, cuddled or seen my daughter and her enthusiasm at seeing her niece is overwhelming.

  “Mamma, Abbyee’s gonna let me hold the baby.” She smiles adoringly into her adopted mother's eyes. The same affection there as is present in my heart towards the woman.

  “I know Lily, now calm down so we don’t upset Melissa.” Lisa soothes her nearly four year old girl stroking the back of her head and holding her into her arms.

  “You ready little lady, are you seated safe and like a big girl?” I ask her as I unstrap my green-eyed daughter from her car seat and carry her tiny body across the room.

  “I am, I’m a big gell now, aren’t I mamma, tell Abbyee I’m a big gell now.” The excitement at being an auntie is flowing from her.

  “Yes, you are a big girl now sweetheart. Now let’s keep quiet because little Melissa doesn’t like loud noises, her little ears can’t handle your big girl voice just yet.” I place my daughter onto Lily’s lap, her arms delicately wrap around the baby; one under her head, the other cradling her legs close to her, she is like a little mother herself.

  “Wow, you’re very good at that Lily. Have you been practicing?” I ask her with over-enthusiasm.

  “Yush, I have. With my dollies, I’m their mummy.” She nods proudly, supporting my daughters little head so expertly it makes me proud. She keeps leaning down and raining little feather kisses on her head and whispering sweet things in her ear as though my daughter can hear and understand.

  “Well, you keep it up sweetheart, you’re doing very well. Stay with mummy and look after Melissa for me okay?” I reach down and kiss my little sister's head and then my mother’s cheek, giving her a silent eye talk saying ‘keep an eye on her ma’ with an eye reply of ‘of course sweetheart’.

  My mother’s hand comes round to add extra support to the baby, holding onto Lily’s arms to stop Melissa from falling.

  I leave her to the cuddling with the comfort that Melissa will be okay, and go to my fiancés side and cuddle myself into him. We are seated with my friends, all of them, even Scott has come to congratulate the pair of us on the birth of Melissa, and he is acting normal and nice, no snarky comments, nothing.

  “She is so beautiful Abbi, I want one,” Maria says rather loud that she turns the heads of her boyfriends and her brother.

  Antonio laughs and then sarcastically says; “Oh that will be fun to explain to his or her friends when they come round for dinner. It’ll have a mum, a dad and a something else.”

  “No arsehole, it’d have two fathers and a mother,” she replies, playfully slapping her brother’s arm. Debbie soothes the pain away by kissing it better. She has taken permanent residence up at his house to look after him, and another permanent residence on his lap.

  I still feel hot as hell whenever I look at her. I still want her to pin me down and take my pussy in her mouth again. She catches my odd looks at her, and of course she knows exactly what I am thinking, because that is just how Debbie is, she is some fricking sex psychic. Her lips will curl up in that sexy smile of hers, her beautiful blue eyes will wink at me and her chest pushes a little further out or her legs part slightly.

  Then I look across to Antonio, stuck in his chair. The raw sexual need I have for him is still prominent and powerful inside of me. He has lost a lot of his muscle but by God he is still one of the most sexiest guys I have ever seen. I keep my eyes fixed on him most of the time, his eyes often catching mine and winking at me. He wants me, I can tell. The way he shifts Debbie on his lap (every time I bite my lip at him) to grind against his erection, or start kissing her passionately to relieve some erotic pressure inside of him.

  God, I have to swallow the lump in my throat and move away, fast. “Just gonna go to the loo. Be back in a second,” I tell Leighton as I move away from his side.

  “Okay sweetheart.” He releases me and carries on talking away to our friends.

  I escape in the closest bathroom and lock myself within the confinements of the four walls. Leaning over the sink I run it and splash some water on my face. How is it that less than twenty four hours after pushing a person out of my vagina, I am able to get horny as hell by just looking at the pair of them?

  I hear Melissa’s cries from the bathroom and rush to dry my face and get out. Arriving back in the lounge expecting to find my child on the floor or something worse, all I see is Lily rocking her back and forth trying to stop her from crying. She is just too sweet.

  “Abbyee, I tchink Mewissa is hungwy. And shees done a poow, it smews.” I take the baby from her and thank my sister.

  “Thank you Lily, you were a very big girl for looking after Melissa so well. I’m going to go and feed her now okay.” I leave Lily sitting with our mum on the armchair by the glowing fire.

  “Do you want us to come and help babe?” Maria asks as I walk past our friends. She is gesturing to Debbie and herself.

  “Sure, I could use the company.” I smile at them, and then reach down to kiss Leighton’s lips. “Going to go and feed her, baby, see you in a few.”

  “Okay Angel. I’m so jealous of her right now,” he says to me as he stares down my top and into my enormous milk filled boobs.

  “Dirty man.” I whip him with the muslin blanket I am holding. My breasts have grown a further two cups after giving birth. The milk infused within making me an easy F cup now. They are heavy, sore and too big to be practical.

  I lead the girls up the stairs to Melissa’s nursery. It is the first time I have brought her into it. Above her cot now frames her name in beautiful pink letters.

  I pass Melissa to Maria, and then take my top and bra off. “God that feels better.” I say in relief.

  “I bet, but look at the size of them, Jesus, I definitely need to get pregnant,” Maria says, using her free hand to cup her already huge bust.

  “Babe, your tits are enormous as it is,” I tell her, taking Mel back off of her and placing her to one of my nipples. She latches on straight away and I am happy that she is such a good girl. I have heard that it can be very tricky to get your baby to feed to begin with, trying to establish a way that is easy for you both. But Melissa and I just connect instantly and fuse together as one.

  The three of us sit in a group and watch in absolute awe at my daughter as her blonde mop-covered head moves as she guzzles from me.

  “That, is the most beautiful thing, I have ever seen,” Maria says through sniffles, clearly crying as her emotions get the best of her.

  “It is also the most amazing feeling in the world,” Debbie announces. Being a mother of three beautiful children herself, I wasn’t surprised she understood the feeling.

  “It is. It really is. She is just so perfect.” I let a few stray tears fall as I continue to stare down at her. Her big green eyes turn to look at me as I switch breasts for her to continue to feed until she is full.r />
  When she has finished feeding and I have gently burped her until she spewed thick creamy sick onto her blanket, I place her onto her changing table and get rid of her stinky nappy and put a fresh one onto her tiny little bottom.

  She falls asleep in my arms as I cuddle her to me; her little warm breath is on my bare chest.

  “Do you want me to put her in her cot?” Debbie asks as she stares at Melissa.

  “Yeah, I don’t want to let her go but she needs to sleep.” She takes her gently from me and places my tiny daughter in the cot, her little body wrapped up warm in a sleepsuit.

  I walk over and turn the baby monitor on, taking the spare one downstairs. “God it’s so hard to leave her,” I say in a sad voice as I walk downstairs with the girls.

  “I know hun, it gets easier, trust me.” Debbie reassures me as we reach the bottom of the staircase and make our way back to lounge to be with the rest of my family.

  I stand by the door, glancing in on everybody, my heart filled to capacity with the love I have. It physically hurts sometimes at how strong I feel for Leighton and now my beautiful daughter.

  Everything is perfect now. I have forgotten about what has happened. I am stronger, I am whole and I am here.

  I sit beside my fiancé and begin to talk about our wedding plans, asking Debbie, Maria and Lisa to be my bridesmaids as Leighton has asked Antonio to be his best man.

  I look into the fire, feeling the same warmth penetrate me.

  The baby monitor in my hand begins to sound a cry, everybody in the room laughs at how quickly my little princess has called for me.

  I feel tired, I feel happy and I feel renewed.

  I feel at home.

  -THE END?-

  PROBABLY NOT!

  Leighton

  Two months later