Your house.

Take her back to my house.

I put my truck into gear and started out of the lot while I listened to her softly grunt and pant with the contraction. Realizing that I could take her out into the woods where she could give birth in private, but that if anything went wrong, there would be no way to get help; I turned to the left. I figured my house would be quiet enough and to top it off, there was a giant whirlpool tub in the master bath as well as a pool.

“Where are we going?” She asked as soon as her breath returned from the contraction.

“I thought we would just go to my house.” I said.

“No.” She said trying to straighten in the seat. “I told you, they’re following me. You don’t want them to stake out your house.”

“First, let them. Second, you are in labor and can’t stay in a park.”

“I might not, it could be just another false alarm.” She answered back rubbing her belly which seemed even more massive in her lap.

“It might, which is why I have a third reason.” I said turning onto the familiar road that led to my home.

“Which is?” She said placing her arms folded on her massive dome of a belly.

“I have a pool, so if it is nothing, at least you won’t have to sweat through it.” I said smiling and rubbing a spot of belly exposed by her arm and feeling the sweat droplets that the shirt hadn’t quite absorbed before it rid up with her arm.

“A pool?” She said questioningly. “Well, I guess that’s better than sweating my ass of, but I don’t have a suit.”

“Has that ever stopped you in the past?” I chuckled moving my hand from her belly to her arm.

“No, but it’s nice when guys don’t just assume I’m easy.” She said sighing and taking my hand in hers.

“Even though you are.” I said chuckling as I continued past her old house pointing it out as we went.

“Oh I am.” She said moving my hand onto the top of her belly under her shirt and then up onto her under breast. “I just don’t like guys to assume it though.”

My old house was at the very end of the street we were driving down. When we were kids, either of us would think nothing of the ten to fifteen minute walk in order to get to one another’s houses, but that was then. Now, not even a five minute drive later, we were there, pulling into the driveway my father had lovingly tended with old growth ferns and other plants. My mother had tried to keep up with them, but eventually they got to be too much and even I couldn’t make it look like anything more than a cut through bramble. Eventually I just had the landscapers I was **** to hire dig them out and replace them with simple shrubs. The house itself was on a half pie lot with fences bordering it on the three back sides, which gave me a lovely secluded back yard and pool area. I pulled my truck onto the drive and turned off the engine just in time to hear her groan as another contraction hit her.

“You need a minute?” I asked hopping out of the cab and crossing to open her door for her.

“Shit no.” She grunted forcing herself out and into the grass as a sudden stream of liquid began pouring down her legs.

Though I was thankful that she had managed to get out of the truck before it happened, I was just a bit concerned as for what it might have meant. “Was that your?” I asked stopping short of saying the terrifying thought that was entering my head. “Your, you know.”

“Water?” She answered sinking to her knees as the stream ended but the contraction didn’t. “No, just……. Started peeing…….. Pregnancy bladder……… You know.” She puffed through the contraction. “Oh damn.” She moaned sinking even deeper onto all fours. She remained there for a moment as the contraction finally ended and she recovered her breath, before giving me her hand to help her up. “Sorry, guess it was the getting out of the truck.”

“Really?” I asked pulling my house keys out of the center console and then closing the door.

“Yeah.” She said laughing and sliding the soaked shorts off. “Sorry about that, I guess you get to see things a little earlier than I had planned.”

We walked to the door and I quickly let is in. “Planned?” I asked stepping in and allowing her to slip past me.”

“Planned.” She answered back with a wink. Walking into the living room and to the set of glass doors that led to the pool beyond.

After my mother had died, I had replaced the aged plastic pool chairs with newer clean items. I hadn’t expected company, and in fact had done it when I was thinking of selling the house, but for one reason or another, I never thought about it till now. “I guess I’m glad I got new furniture out here.” I said more to myself then to her as I opened the sliding door.

“You really made a perfect little fuck spot out here.” She said walking around and brushing her hand over the chairs and lounge.

“I wasn’t planning on…..” I stammered.

“I’m not complaining.” She said removing her shirt and tossing it over her shoulder as she walked around to the deep end. “In fact, I sort of really like it.” She moaned as seductively as possible given her current condition, then running her hands from crotch to breasts she hopped off the deck into the water with a large plop of water. She sank, down to the bottom then quickly resurfaced purring once she broke the surface again. “Coming in?” She asked.

“Sure.” I answered heading back to the house. “Let me get my suit.”

“Why?” She asked stroking to the shallow section. “Just do what I did. The water is great, why spoil it with anything?”

“If you insist.” I said stripping my shirt and shorts off and almost running down the steps to join her.

Swimming around with not a stich on, the two of us regained a piece of our childhood. Although she had several more contractions in the next thirty minutes, in the water, they didn’t seem to be getting any closer or worse for her. As the sun set over us, she paddled over to me after her last contraction and slid her arms and legs around me cooing softly as she did. At once I knew what she wanted.

What do you do?

1. Give it to her good.

2. Remind her that she is still having contractions and you probably shouldn’t.