Misguided Control (The Control Series Book 3)

by Anna Edwards

  "Oh God."

  He increased the pressure, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more rough and animalistic. He needed this. She needed this.

  "I am going to come again."

  "Give me everything you have."

  Amy stretched out her body and came over his cock, calling out his name. His own balls pushed his release deep into her. He saw white. Breathless, he removed himself from within her and fell beside her on the bed, happy. "You need to sleep. Come on." He removed the cuffs and Amy snuggled into his arms.

  The next thing he knew, she was prodding him in the chest.

  "James, James you have to wake up."

  "Urgh.. What is it? It is still dark out. What time is it?"

  "Sex. It did something."

  "It generally does something when I do it, now go back to sleep. I really don't have the energy to do it again at the moment." He turned over in the bed and pulled the covers around him. "Why is the bed wet?"

  "My waters just broke. The baby is coming."

  The words entered his head slowly, 'The....baby....is.... coming.' "Shit. Right." He tried to get up from the bed, his feet tangled in the sheets, and he went flying off backwards and landed with a heavy bump on the floor.

  "James." Amy appeared on the side of the bed, looking down at him. "Are you alright?"

  "Baby."

  "Yes, I am in labour."

  "Hospital."

  "I think that would be wise, it’s to early. I’m scared." She grabbed her side and began to pant. "I think some gas and air will be needed very soon."

  "Clothes."

  "Breathe, please. No falling apart now."

  "Breathe. Yes. Oh God. We are having a baby."

  Amy turned towards the bedside table and picked up her phone, while he tried to figure out how to put a pair of jeans on. His brain was mush; the baby was coming. He tried to focus on what she was saying.

  "Sorry to wake you Matthew, I think the baby might be coming. James is a little, well.... panicking. Would you be able to take us to the hospital?"

  CHAPTER TWO

  Amy

  "How are you doing Mrs North?" Dr Baudin and a male gynaecological consultant entered the room, along with a midwife.

  "Not too bad. I think I’d like some gas and air now, though; the contractions are getting intense." Amy lay on the bed of the deluxe suite of the well-renowned and very expensive London Maternity Hospital. If it was good enough for a Duke and Duchess, then it was perfect for them. Matthew and Sonia sat at a small table nearby, and James occupied a chair beside her, gripping tightly to her hand.

  "Give her gas and air now. She’s in pain." James frowned at the doctors.

  "Manners." She rolled her eyes at him. Another contraction hit, and her eyes shut to focus on breathing.

  "Please." He was sulking at being told off. He still hadn't stopped panicking or worrying. But that was no excuse for rudeness. She wasn't going to let him get away with it.

  "We will see to it at once Mr North." The consultant kept his mood light-hearted. She didn't doubt that he had seen it all before. Dr Baudin nodded to the midwife, and she started to fiddle with something in a cupboard next to the bed. "Let me just check your notes again, no problems throughout the pregnancy, you have no underlying conditions that could cause problems. You’re a few weeks early but the baby’s heart beat is strong; it’s measuring a good size and weight. We have all the necessary medical equipment ready. I need to see how far dilated you are. Is that alright?"

  Before she could answer, the door to the suite flung open, and Miranda, Pete, Sophie, Grayson, and Elena rushed in.

  "How is she?" Miranda questioned. The women came straight to her side while the men all greeted James.

  "They are getting gas and air for her now; waters have broken. The doctor is going to check on her dilation." James replied.

  The suite, though spacious, suddenly seemed rather full. Everyone chattered. She turned her head away when yet another contraction hit; it was even stronger than before. Matthew caught her eye. He nodded and stood up and whistled into his hands. Everyone turned and looked at him in silence.

  "I think we all need to leave Mr and Mrs North to have this baby."

  "Yes, everyone out. The doctor needs to examine Amy. We will let you know as soon as we have a baby." James took her hand and whispered into her ear, "Sorry, I lost it for a few minutes. I’m back now. We’ll do this together."

  Everyone started to file for the door, but she called out.

  "Miranda, wait."

  "Amy?" Her mother-in-law turned and came quickly back to the bed. "What is it?"

  A tear tumbled down her face.

  "I always thought that when I had a baby, my mother would be in the room helping out. Please, will you stay?"

  Miranda went to answer and then a tear tumbled down her cheek, she looked to James who nodded his agreement to Amy’s request.

  "I will be by your side until you tell me to leave. Thank you."

  The others all left, and the doctor set about preparing to examine her. She was flat on her back with her legs apart. Oh, the irony of the way the baby comes out and the way it goes in being very closely linked. The midwife handed her the gas and air, and as soon as she took her first few breaths she started to relax. The consultant pushed his finger inside her to feel at her cervix. James’ grip on her hand tightened.

  "You are eight centimetres. Not long to go now. I’ll leave you with the midwife and come back when you’re ready to deliver. I may just have time for a cup of tea." He chuckled. "Now, are you sure you don't want an epidural?"

  "No."

  "Yes."

  James spoke first.

  "Yes, I’m certain I don’t want an epidural. I can do this."

  "Alright. If it gets too much, then we let the doctor know straight away."

  "Agreed."

  "I do so love how we negotiate." James laughed.

  "Let's hope it continues when the baby is out."

  "You two have come far in a short space of time." Miranda brought her a glass of water and helped her drink it. "I’m glad I can share in this moment with you."

  "Sophie won't mind, will she?" Had she upstaged her sister-in-law?

  "Not at all. I think I’ll be long into my retirement by the time she and Grayson decide to have children."

  "Good, well I mean, not good for you, but good for me."

  "I know."

  "Oh God. Another bloody contraction."

  She brought the breathing apparatus to her mouth and the next few hours continued along the same lines.

  "Let's see how you are doing now Mrs North; I am sure we must be nearly ready." The consultant had his rubber gloves on and was placing lubrication on a finger.

  "I hope so. I’m getting tired. Nobody told me having a baby required so much energy."

  "Just you wait till it is born." The consultant chuckled and dipped his head between her legs again. "Ten centimetres. I think it’s time for some pushing."

  "Oh thank god." She looked at her husband, who had a massive grin on his face.

  "I love you." He was glowing in the fact that very shortly he was going to be a father.

  "I love you too." He brought her near and kissed her on the forehead.

  "You can do this. I have every confidence in you."

  "Mrs North." The consultant's voice came from down below. "When you get the next contraction, I want you to bear down and push. We may have to do it for a while, but we’ll get the baby out."

  "Alright. I can do that."

  "I have you, babe; I’m with you the entire time."

  "I’m here as well; you’re so very strong my darling. I’m so proud of you." Miranda, leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

  Despite the fact her head was spinning with exhaustion, she shut her eyes; the next contraction came, the gas and air were in her mouth, and she was breathing it down into her lungs; allowing it to flood her body and the pain. With all her remaining strength, she bore down
into her pelvis and pushed. Fuck. Trying to get something that size out of somewhere that wasn't anywhere near that big was painful.

  The pushing seemed to go on for hours. She could feel every part of her body tying itself in knots of fatigue.

  "Why the hell won't it come out?" She turned to glare at James, sweat dropped off her forehead and her teeth gritted as she pushed again.

  "You’re doing great..."

  She cut him off before he could speak.

  "Don't give me any of that crap. I am trying to squeeze a small person out of somewhere that barely fits your fucking cock. I swear here and now if you ever tell me to part my legs for you again I’m going to cut the damn thing off that you want to put in me."

  He visibly paled. "Jesus. Get it out."

  "I know it is hard, both my children have big heads, and I’m sure your little one will follow suite, but I know you can do it. Focus."

  "Miranda how the hell did you do this twice. I just want the baby out. Ow." Another contraction came, and she pushed down with everything she had, holding both James and Miranda's hands in hers, confident she was drawing blood. "James. Please."

  "Doctor?" James looked helplessly at the consultant.

  "Mrs North. You have a tiny frame. It’s hard work to push it out, but you’re getting tired." He looked at a machine at the side which was attached to the baby. "And the baby's heart rate is going up. I’m going to make a decision soon based on what is best for you both. I’m going to give you a couple more pushes, and if you can't birth the head by then. I’ll intervene with suction.”

  "No." She heard his words and instantly start pulling back in the bed. "Please. My mother did everything with gas and air. No interventions. Please. I’ve got to do the same."

  "Mrs North, I have to do what is best for you and the baby."

  "James, please. I have to do this naturally." Her wide eyes stared pleadingly at her husband.

  "I’ve entrusted the consultants with your care and that of the baby. I’ll agree with whatever they say."

  "No" she turned away from him and started sobbing.

  "Listen to me, though.” He pulled her face back to face him. “Since I have known you, you have stood up to your uncle and a man so demented he wanted to throw you over a cliff. You’ve more strength than anybody I know. We’ll get this baby out in the next few pushes, and we’ll get it out together. Break my hand if you have to, but use me. Ok. Next contraction. We’ll do it."

  "Use us both. We’re both here for you." Miranda spoke, and she nodded at them both. She could feel the contraction beginning to burn and holding both of their hands pushed down between her legs as hard as she could. The next contraction came about quickly, and she did the same thing.

  "Mrs North. Your baby’s head is crowning. You’re doing it. Pant through the break. I need you not to push yet. Next contraction, we’ll birth the head."

  "Argh." She was being ripped in two.

  James was at her head, whispering in her ear. She found the strength to push again. Suddenly a baby was being placed on her chest. Miranda was crying, even James was crying.

  "We have a son." James covered her in kisses and placed a protective hand on the baby.

  "We did it."

  "You did it, beautiful. I’m so proud of you."

  Minutes passed as they took in the first moments of their son, his little fingers and toes, his cute little button nose, and the little sucking noises he made. The baby was taken to be weighed and checked. James left her side at her instance to stay with their son. The midwife helped her to bathe while Miranda assisted as best she could. Finally, when they were all settled back into a clean bed, and the room was tidied, she took Miranda's hand and thanked her.

  "I felt today that despite losing my own mother, I have another one. Thank you, Miranda." The elegant woman wiped away tears and made excuses that she needed to go tell the others of the safe delivery. They were left alone with their son.

  "He’s perfect. Just like his father."

  "I wouldn't say that, but yes, he is perfect."

  "We are parents." The baby suckled at her breast again.

  "Scary." She shifted in the bed. Her whole body ached, and she could barely keep her eyes open.

  "How are you feeling?"

  "Sore and sleepy."

  "Rest. I’ll watch him."

  "I love you."

  "I love you too."

  The door opened, and Sophie poked her head around it.

  "Is it alright to come in? I know you probably want some time alone, but there are a few desperate people out here that want to meet the new arrival."

  "Five minutes and then Mrs North needs to rest. I mean it."

  "Thank you. I will make sure it’s not more."

  Pete, Miranda, Sonia, Matthew, Elena, Sophie and Grayson all flooded back into the room. She didn't want to let go of her son just yet, and they all respected that, so they just cooed over him and took photos.

  "He is so gorgeous. Almost makes me want one." Sophie snuggled into Grayson.

  "Almost?" Her husband looked hopeful.

  "Alas, the bags under Amy's eyes put me off."

  "I think she looks amazing." Elena interjected, "and this little man is so cute."

  Pete thumped James on the back and congratulated them. She was happy to see them getting on so well.

  "Do you have a name yet?" Sonia stepped forward and tapped the baby on the head. Matthew remained well back.

  "We do. "James looked towards her. "You want to say?"

  "Yes. Everybody, I would like you to meet, Thomas Matthew North." She looked towards Matthew as she spoke. "Thomas was my father's name."

  Sonia put her arm around Matthew, who took a step back to compose himself.

  Thomas let out a little moan before falling into a deep sleep.

  "Right. Everybody out. We need rest. Matthew?"

  "Yes, boss?"

  "Nobody is to come in until I say."

  "I can assure you, boss, on my watch that’ll never happen."

  As everybody filed out, James took Thomas from her and placed him into his crib. He then climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, and as she drifted off to sleep he whispered reassurances of how proud he was of her. Her world was complete.

  James could barely catch his breath as he washed his face in the ensuite bathroom attached to Amy’s room. She and Thomas were asleep. Thomas though appearing to be healthy had been placed in a special cot with oxygen feeding it. His lungs where still not fully developed apparently and it would just help him to get the final bit of strength he needed. He was so tiny. The doctor insisted that at six pounds, Thomas was a healthy wait for a premature baby. The doctor had reassured them numerous times that this happens sometimes, there was no reason as to why Amy had gone into labour early. He knew better though. He’d read about it. Semen contained something which softened the cervix, he’d come in her. And orgasms produced oxytocin which started contractions. He’d given her two of them. And he couldn’t forget that he’d been rough. He’d smacked her and cuffed her to the bed, she’d twisted her body all sorts of angles. He had put Amy and Thomas is danger. They could have lost their baby if he hadn’t been stronger. Neither of them would have recovered from that. As it was he was classed as pre-term and had to have special care.

  He looked into the mirror. His eyes were rounded by dark circles. He failed Amy, he’d allowed his need to rule his brain and she had suffered. She’d been so scared and in pain. He wouldn’t fail her again. This would never happen again.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Amy

  "Are you going to smile for Auntie Sonia?" Amy watched while her bodyguard and friend pulled funny faces at a rather uninterested four-month-old Thomas. "He only smiles at Matthew, never at me."

  "Probably because Matthew is always scowling, and he wants him to smile." The lift stopped, and she picked up the carseat.

  "It’ll take more than that to get Matthew smiling."

  "You seem to h
ave a knack."

  "I have figured out what buttons I need to press."

  Both ladies laughed. The reception of James' office loomed in front of them.

  "I am not looking forward to Marie's comments on Thomas."

  "Ignore her."

  "What are you two doing here?" Matthew was wearing his usual frown and gave Sonia a peck on the top of her head in greeting before looking down at Thomas. Her mischievous son instantly smiled back.

  "See, I told you." Sonia threw her hands up in the air.

  "It’s the scowl." She smiled at Matthew. "Thomas wanted to see where his daddy works as he has been so busy this week we haven't really seen him."

  "He’s speaking early then."

  "Doesn't be flippant Matthew."

  "My apologies Mrs North." He gave a fake bow and took the carseat from her hands. "The boss is just changing after being out on site. You go in. Sonia and I’ll take this little man for a tour of his future empire."

  "Are you sure? I think his nappy needs changing…"

  "Sonia can do that."

  "Can I?"

  "Woman do nappy, man do protection." He even thumped his chest after. Thomas squealed in agreement.

  "Man can sleep on the sofa tonight." Sonia rolled her eyes.

  Amy laughed. "There’s a bottle of milk in the bag if he gets hungry." With that she kissed the top of Thomas' head, who grumbled at her because she blocked his view of Matthew, and hurried to James' office.

  "James?" She called while opening the door. No answer. She hoped he was still in the shower. Not only did her husband have a plush office but he also had a private bathroom complete with walk in shower. "James?" She pushed open the bathroom door. He was indeed showering. His masculine body glistening with the water droplets. A hand wrapped around his magnificent cock as he washed it. She let out a moan. He switched off the water, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.