Rest

Give up and rest with her, you doubt you have the ability to move anyway.

Exhausted and fulfilled, with what you had just done you just let her collapse on top of you. Her belly continued to quake and move with the aftershock of sex and as she lay on top of you, your penis sliding softly from her depths resting in her pubic hair. Suddenly she sprang up to her elbows. “Hey, did you just pee on me?” She asked with a start.

“What I didn’t” You stammer in shock at first, wondering what or why she was asking that until you felt a trickle of liquid running down you inner thigh. “Did you?” You ask.

“No, I emptied my bladder before remember.” She said getting to her knees as you did the same landing on the bench below. “So it has to be you….”

“No it’s not look.” I said pointing to a slowly expanding puddle beneath her half extending legs.

“What, No!” She sputtered sliding back and holding her belly before suddenly grunting and holding herself up by one arm while the other slid between her legs.

“You okay?” I asked coming around the table and helping her up.

“I’m pretty sure that was my water breaking.” She said holding her hand up to the light slick with liquid. “This kid is coming.”

“How did you not know your water broke” I asked helping her to a seat.

“It probably happened when we were……..” She suddenly moaned as her belly hardened and a small pool of liquid spread under her. “Getting……To……..The…….Best…….Part.” She grunted through gritted teeth and panted breath.

“Well, we have to get dressed and get you to a hospital.” I said looking for my shorts and sliding my shirt back over my chest.

Her moans reached a crescendo as she tried to get to a standing position, reaching it with her legs spread wide as she leaned on the table for support. Trembling at the knees, she reached a hand between her legs as the pain faded. “We could.” She panted slowly straitening while rubbing her belly. “But I don’t think we’d make it.”

“Why?” I said halfway through pulling my shorts back up.

“Because,” She grunted as her legs began to tremble as another contraction caused her belly to tighten. “When I said this kid is coming. I meant he’s coming now………”She moaned as the contraction doubled her over. “I……..have to……….push.”

“But doesn’t labor take hours?” I asked running to grab her shirt and shorts from under the table.

“It does.” She panted moaning as she gave in a finally pushed. Gripping the table at the end she dug her nails into the cement top while trying to keep herself from collapsing. Then drawing a long breath she screamed. “And It Has………….” She moaned her hand shooting to her belly as her legs widened in their stance.

“How?” I said standing holding both her shirt and shorts.

“I’ve been having contractions ever since………..” She moaned as the contraction waned. “I shit myself in the bathroom, maybe even earlier, I’ve been having contractions all week.” She said grunting as she leaned on the table holding her belly which was tensing under her fingers while I watched. “Oh holy shit!” She moaned bracing to push again.

“You serious, this kid is coming right now?” I asked

“Yes!” She moaned pushing again. All at once her pussy bulged as the baby’s head pushed outward.

Coming to her side, I took her hand allowing her to hand on to me as I eased her back onto one of the benches allowing her to lean her back on the table. Contraction followed contraction as she slowly grunted and pushed with each. As she grunted, the bulge of her pussy parted revealing a shock of black hair that stood out from the brown of her own pussy hair before sliding back as the contraction ended. Several more of these back and forth sessions ensued as she moaned, cursed, and shrieked with each one. “I see the head.” I said as soon as the hair remained visible and didn’t slip back.

She moaned briefly as another contraction ended forcing herself to a seated position. “I have to stand.” She moaned desperately clawing at my arm. “I have to stand………..” She screamed.

All I could do was pull her into me as I stood with her in my arms, holding her up as best I could. Contractions followed in rapid succession as we tried to walk slowly around the table inside the small circle of light. Another contraction slammed into her causing us to stop moving and as we stood there, the full **** of it caused her hand to shoot between her legs at the same time they buckled. Slowly I managed to lower her to the ground as she screamed through gritted teeth cursing god and heaven above. No sooner had I gotten her to the ground then she shrieked before suddenly going silent and falling limp in the grass. As the panic inside of me reared up thinking she had passed out, she suddenly raised something into the light. There in her hands was a small object covered in blood. Wiping the blood from its face, it let out a shallow whimper that turned into a full cry after a moment, and I realized that the thing in her hands was the baby.

I picked her up and carried her to the table, grabbing both empty bottles and running over to the water fountain. As I brought the bottles she took a long drink out of the first while dribbling the remaining over the baby removing the birth gore. Slowly while doing this, she recovered enough to lift the now wet and wriggling child to her dripping breast. For an hour, we sat in silence watching the child feed then sink into a restful sleep before she finally broke the moment. “Thank you. For everything.”