by J. KRAMER
“You’ll have to carry us back to the cottage. Once we’re there you can cut the cord and bind it.”
The afterbirth was slippery but he managed to put it on her now flat belly. For a moment he considered wrapping it in the negligee, but it was stained with blood and sand would be caked on the bottom side. Tenderly he scooped Becky and the baby into his arms taking care not to drop the afterbirth.
As he walked the narrow path to the cottage, a flock of bright colored birds swooped from the trees. They squawked loudly as if congratulating them.
Becky gazed up at the colorful birds; their exotic colors a splash against the stark blue of the sky. “Isn’t this a beautiful moment, Lucien?” she said softly.
“Yes, but I’ll not have you do this again with our next baby. What if something had gone wrong?”
“Nothing went wrong, did it? We didn’t expect her for another two weeks.”
“No, but I’ll never take that chance again. Our next child will be born in a hospital with all the medical care you need,” he said as he walked into the cottage and lowered her onto the cot. “I’ll fetch water so I can wash you.”
Under Becky’s instructions Lucien cut the cord and bound it tightly with a piece of string. Then he wrapped the baby in a clean sheet and laid her next to Becky. “Soon as I have you cleaned up, we’ll have to go back to the mainland,” he said gruffly, still emotional from the beautiful experience of birthing their child.
“With a storm brewing? Tomorrow will be soon enough.”
She was right, he knew. The sky could turn black in seconds and if they were caught in the midst of it, the small boat wouldn’t stand a chance. As he washed her, it reminded him strongly of the first time he’d done this, after he’d found her on the beach. He sponged her cleft gently clean of blood. Her genitalia was swollen. It looked painful and more than once he saw her wince as he parted the lips to sponge between. The memory of that first day caused his cock to stiffen. How guilty he had felt then.
Becky saw his penis rise to the occasion and almost wished he could make love to her right there and then, but that was impossible now. “We’ll have to wait out the storm and go back tomorrow,” she said softly.
“Yes, I guess so. Towels will have to do for now to serve as a diaper.” He placed a towel between her legs then pulled the sheet up to cover her.
“Lucien, lie with me?” she begged. “Hold me?”
He put the basin of water aside and lay on the bed next to her. Gently, he cradled her in his arms and stroked the baby’s head. “She’s beautiful. Just like her mommy,” he whispered against Becky’s hair. “My sea orphans, both of you. Thank you for this beautiful gift, my darling.”
Becky barely heard his words as she drifted off to dreamland, the baby sucking lazily on a nipple.
Lucien smiled down at them and lay his head next to the baby’s on her other breast his lips nibbling on the nipple. “Welcome to our world, poppet,” he said softly.
He lay for a long time just drinking in the wonder of them both, until the throbbing of his cock was unbearable. Sucking the nipple carefully so not to wake Becky, he reached down and pulled the skin back and forth. His eyes drank in the sight of her bush, now fully grown. As if in answer to his needs, her legs parted causing the towel between them to drop down. There was nothing else he could do now except look and dream of touching her there, of entering her, of making another baby…