The nurse comes in and checks me and YES! I’m at a 4. She informs the doctor and they call the anesthetist. I don’t want to see the needle, I don’t want any part of it but let’s get this done. He takes one look at it and is looking at me all wide eyed, “Are you sure about this, Babe?” A contraction starts and I squeeze his hand so hard and that’s his answer. By the next contraction it’s all in and I am feeling great. I’m social and laughing and wanting everyone to come in and visit.
I’m just having a grand old time. I’ve been sitting up super straight and telling jokes. This thing is AWESOME! I’ve just been pushing the button on it like it’s a hit on a vape pen. The nurse comes in again to check me and I’ve went from a 5 to a 10 in an hour. She rushes out to call the doctor and have her get her butt here. They scramble and start setting everything up for the delivery.
The doctor comes in and I’m boisterous and laughing, “Heyyyy, Doc Karen, come on here, we are just in here telling stories.”
“How about we get ready to push instead?” she says.
“It ain’t time to push,” I say waving my hand to her and laugh.
“Are you sure they didn’t give her something else along with the epidural? She’s been chatty and cracking up ever since,” Benelli states.
“I’m all for this, she was back labor and I’d take that anyday,” mom says.
“You have to push, NOW!” Doc Karen tells me.
I bear down and start to focus as Benelli stands on one side, a hand on my back and one under a knee, my mom on the other side doing the same. “Zen, you help her from the back,” she’s told. Another contraction hits but I’m feeling no pain. “Okay, push Elle, tuck your chin and push.” After a bit she says, “Okay, last push, give it all you’ve got.” I actually laugh and push and push and out he comes. I legitimately laughed the kid out. I look up holding my breath until I hear the cry. It comes and we all let out the breath we were holding. It’s strong and loud and they do some quick checks before setting him on my chest. He has thick dark hair just like his daddy, explains the massive amount of heartburn I had during the pregnancy. We all have tears running down our faces. “Daddy, do you want to hold him while we finish up with Elle? She has a little more work to do.”
“Yes,” he say cautiously. The nurse takes him and swaddles him in a blue blanket and hands him to Benelli, making sure he holds the head and neck.
“So what’s his name?” one of the nurses asks.
“Micah, Jonathon Micah Neroni,” Benelli tells her. Mom puts a hand on her chest because he’s named after Elle’s father.
Benelli
10 years later
“Brenna, slow down! BRAKES GIRL! BRAKES!” I yell at my daughter.
“I am dad! Stop, you’re making me nervous!” she replies.
“I’m making YOU nervous! I’m wondering if my life insurance is paid up,” I tell her.
She pulls over and parks between two cars, “Dad, seriously! I’ve got this! See, I parked just fine.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. You have mastered parallel parking,” I admit.
“C’mon, I need to go take my test,” she says hopping out of the car, running around and dragging me out.
I am so not ready for this! Forty five minutes later they are snapping her photo and she’s cheesing it up. When she gets outside she snaps a selfie with it and sends it to her mom and her Noni and Papa, who got married on Michelle’s birthday, May 25th, five months after we did. She said it gave him one less date to have to remember if she did it then.
We get back to house for Brenna’s sweet sixteen party and I think half the school is here. She is way too pretty for her own good, too many young bucks sniffing around. Her 10 year old brother Micah has my back though, he is patrolling the party like his way older than his years. Elle calls him her old soul. Someday he’s going to take over the Unfortunate Souls and continue the legacy.
Their little sister Delaney is as sweet as they come, our easiest child by far. She turns 7 this October 15. She has my skin and hair color but her momma’s beautiful looks, and those eyes, she got those from Elle too.
Brenna
I am having a great time at the party they threw for me. All my family and friends are here, and someone I haven’t seen before. He walks over to my dad and I notice he has on a prospect patch. Oh he is hot! Like damn! Tall, dark and yummy. Just my dang luck, I’m finally allowed to date and my dad will never let me date this one, not a prospect for his princess, ugh.
There is just something about him though. Do you ever just see someone and just know. Know in your heart that that person, that person is THE ONE. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to marry him.
Benelli
25 years later
On the morning that I turn over my Presidency of the Unfortunate Souls, Elle rolls over and says, “Mr. President, I need help with something…”
“And what would that be?” I ask with a smirk.
Elle rolls me over and starts kissing me. Working her mouth down my body, nipping at my ear, my throat, my nipples. She slowly moves down between my thighs and grasps my cock. I still want this woman as much now as I did before, probably more so. She licked her lips and smiled up to me before taking me into her mouth. She licks and sucks my balls but I need to be in this woman. I lift her up so that she is on top of me. Elle Baby, ride me. She is so wet from just sucking me that it turns me on even more. She sets the pace and then I don’t know what got in her but it’s like she is riding for gold. So damn good, every single time. If I were to die now, I would die a very happy man.
As we both come off our post sex hang-over, Elle asks me if I am sure that I am ready to retire. “Hell yes, let the young ones have it. Micah is more than ready for the presidency at his age.” He’s now 24, but as Elle always said, he’s an old soul. Elle and I want to travel and see our grandkids. We want to roam the states on the back of my bike and relax, enjoy the time we have left to the fullest.
Brenna is married to an MC guy and now has four kids, but that’s their story to tell. Delaney is 21 and is here for the celebration and me handing over the reins to my middle child.
Everyone is in the clubhouse and I give my son, Micah, the new job of being the president. The club was all in agreement, though they didn’t want me to step down, they did agree with who we chose. I had many incredible years running this club and we helped a lot of lives over the years.
Wow, it seems like just yesterday that I met Elle and how our lives have changed over the years. I remember when the kids were all little. As I look around and see all the young bucks and the not so young ones I notice my daughter Delaney standing to the side with her new friend. I’m not sure who she is but I look over to Micah and see a shocked look on his face as he stares at Delaney’s friend. It’s almost like he knows her. Hmmm, I wonder what is up with that? I look to see if Elle is seeing what I am and she just looks at me and smiles, that woman knows something.
I can’t wait to see what Micah does with this club. I know my son, and he will do great things, there is no doubt. I pull my wife to my side and wrap my arm around her waist. I don’t know who has the biggest look of pride, her or me. The one thing I do know for sure is, she will forever be my Elle.
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