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As she does, I slide my dick inside her one inch at a time.
When I’m all the way in, I stay in place, letting her adjust to the fullness.
“For the love of God, Viktor, just fuck me. You’re not going to hurt me.”
Normally, this would be the time I’d punish her for talking without permission, but she knows me well. I always worry that I might hurt her or our baby. She constantly reminds me that she will tell me when and if I hurt her. Before my next breath, I give Ava what she desperately wants and what I need.
* * *
Several days later…
“One more push, Mrs. Manarch.”
“I can’t. I’m so tired.”
Ava has been in labor for ten hours and pushing for the last hour.
“You can do it, baby girl. You’re in the end zone.”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re not the one pushing.”
I dry her forehead, my hand shaking. I hate seeing her in pain.
“I see the head, Mrs. Manarch, push.”
After a few more pushes, the room is filled with the beautiful sound of our new addition.
“It’s a girl. Daddy, would you like to cut the cord?” the doctor announces, peering at me.
Ava is crying.
“Yes.” Once the cord is cut, the nurse takes our daughter, and I return to Ava. “You did great.”
“Are you ready to meet your daughter?” the nurse asks Ava a few minutes later.
More tears fall down Ava’s cheeks when she accepts our daughter.
“She’s perfect. She has your eyes.” Ava kisses the top of her little head.
“No, she has your eyes, not mine.”
“Can you believe she’s finally here?” She confesses more than asks.
“Hi, princess,” I caress our daughter’s little head.
“You better not let Aisling hear you say that,” Ava teases, her brow cocked.
“She’s my big princess, but the bundle in your arms is our baby princess.”
Ava’s smile twinkles in her eyes. “Good luck with that.”
I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, but boy, was I wrong. Our daughter completes our family.
Ava is feeding her when there’s a soft knock. The door opens, and my mother gingerly enters. “Can I come in?”
“Of course, you can,” Ava answers.
Her eyes soften while drinking in our new daughter, nestled in Ava’s arms. “How are you feeling, Ava? How is my granddaughter?”
