7. Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

Remy

“Mags! Ana is in labor! Dad and the big kids are babysitting,” I call out to him as I power walk past my sexy man and his bank of computers, to the private side of our Control Center. I pull out a fresh set of clothing and warm up the shower as I strip off my sweaty gym gear.

“Mags! Did you hear - oh.” He’s standing in front of me, his shirt already lying on the floor behind him, his big hands unbuttoning his jeans. “What are you doing? I have to shower and we have to get to the hospital. Me and the girls are in charge of managing Gus’s anxiety.”

“All in good time, Retta. The baby won’t be here for at least a few hours, and I missed my woman.” I can tell he did, because he’s pointing straight at me, with the most beautiful cock in the world. “Besides, you just got back from a workout, and you know I love it when you’re all pink and sweaty and sticky.” He punctuates each word with a kiss along my collarbone as he guides me into the warm water.

He soaps up his hands, running them over my heated skin, paying extra attention to my sensitive breasts. “Gotta get the girls,” he whispers and I chuckle. He’s my favorite dork.

He turns me to the spray, the running water washing the suds from my body as he gently runs his hands down my back, smoothing over the globes of my ass, a thick finger slicking over my pucker, rubbing gently until an unbidden moan leaves my lips.

“Soon, baby, soon we’ll try this little hole,” his deep voice murmurs in my ear, before leaving my peripheral vision.

His hands spread my cheeks and then his warm, slick tongue is at my entrance, tasting, teasing. I press back, uncaring that I’m riding his face, the need to come so urgent as he forces my pleasure higher and higher. My body builds toward its crescendo and then it disappears, Wire pulling back before I can reach my peak.

“Mags! I was so close,” I whine, my hips still moving of their own accord, searching for release.

“I want you to come on my cock, that sweet, tight pussy choking the cum outta me, got it Retta?”

Wow. I love when he talks dirty. I nod, because what else could I say to that? His big hands move to my hips, turning me so I’m facing him. “Arms around my neck baby,”

I do as I’m told, wrapping my arms around his neck. He grips my ass, lifting me and guiding me onto his hard cock. I go to wrap my legs around his waist, but he shakes his head at me, then moves one arm underneath my knee, my leg hooking over that arm, then he does the same with the other. His hands are gripping my ass, my legs hanging in the breeze, thighs spread wide. He grins down at me and then bounces me as he thrusts up. I gasp at the sensation. Holy bananas, he’s going to ruin me if he plans on doing it like this.

“Hold on baby,” he whispers and then bounces me over and over again until we are both shaking, sated messes in need of further showering.

Gus

“Ah, dude, aren’t you meant to be back there?” Rider points down the hall I’ve just come from.

Before I can answer, Pops barrels into me, poking me hard in the chest, “What the hell are you doing out here?”

I catch his finger before he pokes me once more, and hold onto it. “Mama Debs told me I had to come out here and have three conversations before I was allowed back in.”

Pops squints at me for a moment. “What the hell did you do?”

I wasn’t doing anything. Other than asking the nurses if they’d washed their hands. Every time they touched my wife. And I may have eaten three whole packets of antacids.

Pops is still staring at me, but at the moment I’m more interested in what’s happening behind him. “What the hell are they doing?” I gape as I watch Fox, Nitro, Sniper, Judge and Tank shuffling from side to side.

“What?” Pops says, then whirls around to look behind him. “Hands up, Fox, they need to be up higher, fingers spread!”

What in the holy hell is happening? Instead of waiting around for answers I take in the room crammed full of DRMC family, spotting the only empty seat. Plopping down into it I run my hands down my face, and take a few deep breaths. I need to pull myself together and get back in there. My wife needs me.

“You OK, brother?” Rhodie asks, sitting across from me with Chewy on his lap. It’s then I notice what she’s got strapped to her.

“Dayz?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Chomper wearing a wig?”

“Maybe.”

I can see the baby harness straps over her shoulders, but where I would normally see Chompers arms and legs hanging out of the front pack, she has a blue baby blanket draped over him, essentially hiding his gator bits. The only thing that would be sticking out would be his head, but there’s a brown short haired wig with a beanie perched on top.

“Dayz, have you disguised Chomper and smuggled him into the hospital?” She looks down at her “baby” and then back at me, grinning wide. Even Rhodie has a huge grin on his face, and that’s when I notice the bed hair they’re both sporting. “Did you two mess around before you came here?”

“No!” four voices sound out, my head snapping to the two couples sitting either side of Rhodie and my sister. Tav and Blanche, and Wire and Remy. Remy red as a beet.

“Um, I’m going to go get coffee, anyone else want one? Blanche, wanna help me?” Remy mumbles and then shuffles off with Blanche cackling beside her.

“Shame on you!” I hiss at Tav, Wire, and Chomper’s parents. “This is a sacred time for me and you’re sullying it with your sex smell and bed hair!”

“Hold on a goddamn minute, I heard screams coming from your house and I know for a fact they weren’t labor sounds,” Tav hisses, stabbing a finger in my direction.

“How do you know what labor sounds like?” I growl at him.

“I’ve watched movies,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Looking up I notice Dex and Savage leaning against the wall, smirking. “Can I help you?” I frown.

“Oh don’t stop on our account,” Flack says, waving a hand at us as he joins his club brothers with a grin on his face.

“Gus? Ana has asked for you.” Thank God. Saved by Mama Debs’ sweet voice.

Standing, I make sure to flip the bird at whoever deserves it on my way back down the hall, laughter following me.

“Take a deep breath, Gus. She’s doing well, she’s ready to push.”

I nod at Debs and accept her quick hand squeeze before walking in on my sweet, beautiful, demure wife cussing like a sailor and then growling like she’s been possessed by the devil.

“Gus get your sweet arse over here right the fuck now!”

I scuttle closer to my love, and grab her hand, holding it between both of mine. Leaning down I press my lips to her sweaty forehead. “You are doing so we-”

“Stop talking, your breath stinks!” She then starts tearing up, “Why does everyone stink? It smells like coffee breath and donuts in here. Why!?”

“I don’t know baby, I have no-”

“Not you! Them! Someone who knows something!”

“It’s perfectly normal, Mrs Tombs. When a woman is in labor her whole body is on high alert, many women have a heightened sense of smell. You’re doing great,” the nurse answers, thankfully. “A nice big push on the next contraction, Ana.”

Ana nods, giving my hand a little squeeze. “I’m sorry Gus, I don’t mean to be aaRRGGGHHH!”

With that she clamps down on my hand and I’m sure I feel something crack. Holy fuck my girl has a strong grip.

“That’s it, long push, oh great job honey, I can see baby’s hair!” the nurse coo’s encouragingly.

“Well grab it by the hair and fucking pull it ouuuuuuuuuuutttt!” Ana yells while the nurse smiles politely at her.

“I am so sorry,” I mutter to her.

“Oh no need, Mr Tombs. We nurses know that we’re almost at the end when the cussing starts.” She winks at me and Ana growls at her then apologizes profusely as she melts back onto the bed.

“It’s OK pepi . We are almost there,” Debs calmly says, stroking Ana’s face.

Ana starts to groan and wriggle a little, then her body tenses, and I know that another strong contraction is coming.

“Ok Ana, big long push,” the nurse says patiently.

She leans to look between Ana’s legs as Ana makes an almost animalistic noise, her body shaking with the effort.

“That’s it Ana! The head is out!” Mama Debs cries.

“Stop pushing Ana, just pant, and on the next contraction your baby will be born.” The nurses check to make sure the cord isn’t wrapped around the baby’s neck or anything and I pant along with Ana, holding her gaze while we wait the short moments before our lives will change completely.

“Push!” Both the nurses and Mama Debs cry and with one last, long push Ana gives birth to our child.

I don’t look, not yet. Instead I stare at my wife as she flops back, exhausted with a huge smile on her face.

“Dad, would you like to cut the cord?” I nod, speechless as I take the scissors and cut where I’m instructed.

“Congratulations Mama and Papa, it’s a boy.” Mama Debs sniffles, as our screaming boy is placed on Ana’s chest where he falls silent, his eyes looking up at his mom with just as much awe as she has looking down at him.

Mama Debs kisses both of us, then rubs my son’s tiny, dark head. “I’ll go let the family know,” she whispers, leaving us in a bubble of our own.

“He’s perfect baby, so perfect.”

“Yup, little Sidney Michael Joseph Tombs is perfect.”