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“It feels like it’s on fire. Can you put some ice on it?” Channing groaned.
“Channing, your, ah, clitorisis not on fire. It’s only a side effect of the crowning. Now, I’ve got you all in position. Push on the next contraction, okay?” Dr. Summer saidwith a laugh in his voice.
I looked at Brittany, Baylee, Adeline, and Viddy, who were all standing in the corner with beat red faces, and raised my eyebrows at them.
They shook their heads, refusing to answer.
Turning, I strode up to Channing, crunching on the ice once again, and came up to her side.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked as I ran my hand along her sweaty forehead.
She turned her eyes to me and glared. “My clit is burning. Will you hold some of that ice on it?” she asked.
“Uhh,” I looked at Dr. Summer for support.
Dr. Summer shrugged. He was a smart man.
Thus, that’s how I found myself holding a piece of ice over my wife’s clit while she pushed our child out.
“Push from your bottom,” Dr. Summer said when the next contraction hit.
Channing curled up over her belly, and started pushing.
“If I shit, just look away, okay?” Channing panted.
Knowing this was an argument I couldn’t win, I told her what she wanted to hear.
“Okay,” I agreed quickly.
Jesus Christ, why were women so fucking worried about that? There were a million and one different things to worry about, and she’s worried about shitting on the table.
“Breathe, pant, there you go,” I encouraged her.
Her forehead, neck, and hair were covered in sweat.
Her hand went to the sleeve of my shirt, and she pulled me down until I was eye level with her.
Then she said, “Get the fuck out of my face.”
I stepped back, giving her some space, and definitely not touching her.
“Excellent, Channing. Is it all right if I let one of the interns take over from here?” Dr. Summer asked.
“If you leave the room I’m following you,” she snarled.
I was secretly glad. Not that I didn’t think the interns needed to learn, but it sure as fuck didn’t need to happen on my woman and child.
The tendons in Channing’s neck relaxed as the contraction waned.
“Channing, darling, how are you feeling?” The baby doc asked.
Channing calmly looked around, and then closed her eyes. “I want to bash every one of your faces in with a nine iron.”
I turned abruptly to stare at the wall, trying, with all I had, to control the guffaws of laughter that were threatening to pour out of my chest.
Dixie didn’t bother to contain his. He just laughed, and let his big belly jiggle.
The nurses and doctors all cracked smiles just as another contraction started up.
