Lock & Key Collection

by Rebel Rose

  I grasp her chin while we wait on the nurse to come to the room. “Breathe, mon bien-aimé. Do not push.” She grasps me around the back of my neck, and our eyes remain locked on one another. “That’s it. Keep breathing. In and out. Breathe.”

  Cat and the nurse come into the room.

  “She says she needs to push.”

  “Well, let’s see what’s going on.”

  Cat puts on a glove and reaches beneath the covers. “She’s right. It’s baby time.”

  The moment has arrived. We finally get to meet our child—the child that was conceived out of fear and love but mostly love. It’s true. I was ruthless, and I should be ashamed. Any man with a conscience would be, but I’m not an ashamed man. I’m a man who loves his wife and child beyond reason.

  Emma Lia reaches for my hand and squeezes, her teeth clenched. “Ohh… this one hurts really bad! I feel it in my… butt. Is that normal, Cat?”

  “Absolutely. The baby’s head is coming down and putting pressure on your rectum. I’m going to have you push with the next contraction, and we’ll see if we need to set up for delivery or let you push for a little while.”

  Cat and the nurse move Emma Lia into the birthing position. Cat snaps her fingers at me. “Help pull her legs back, Tristan.”

  I immediately obey her command without hesitation just like a good submissive. But I do it for my wife because I know she needs my help.

  “Almost baby time,” the nurse says.

  I bring her hand to my lips for a kiss. “Almost time to hold our little Creole baby.”

  That brings a smile to her face. “I can’t wait to see that sweet little face and hold him or her in my arms.”

  Her smile doesn’t last. “I’m starting a contraction.”

  Cat coaches Emma Lia through several contractions, telling her how and when to push. “You’re doing great.”

  She’s in so much pain. Suffering. And I can’t stand it. “How much longer?”

  “I don’t think it’ll be much longer. I think we can go ahead and set up for delivery.” Almost isn’t close enough for me.

  I’m supposed to take care of Emma Lia and our baby. I hate not being able to soothe her pain away.

  I push her sweat-soaked hair away from her forehead. “Not much longer, mon bien-aimé. You’re almost done.”

  “You’re very close. One or two more contractions and we should get to meet this sweet baby.”

  “Pressure’s building. Oh God. Gotta… push.” A deep, drawn-out grunt follows her words.

  Cat motions for me to look between Emma Lia’s legs. “Want to see the top of your baby’s head?”

  I’ve seen Emma Lia’s ass and pussy from every angle. I might as well see it with our baby coming out.

  “Hell yeah.”

  Emma Lia pushes and I watch our baby’s head come down until I can see the entire top. I’ve never seen anything so amazing in all my life. So surreal. “You got one of your wishes. He or she has my hair.”

  Emma Lia pushes three times and then falls back against the bed, breathing heavily. “Right now, I want to see whose feet he has. I need this to be over.”

  “You’re so close,” Cat says. “Not much longer.”

  I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I love you so much.”

  She strokes my face with her hand. “I love you, too.”

  “You’re starting a contraction. Push hard and we’ll meet this little bundle of joy.”

  Emma Lia takes a deep breath and blows it out before taking another and holding it. I help her pull her legs back and her face turns beet red as she pushes with every bit of her remaining strength.

  “Push, Emma Lia. Push,” Cat tells her. Her legs are trembling, and silent tears are streaming down her face. “Take a breath and hold it and bear down. Now.”

  “Come on, mon bien-aimé. Do it for our baby. Push him out.”

  Emma Lia pulls her legs back, eyes squeezed tight, brow wrinkled. More tears escape her eyes, and it breaks my heart that she’s suffering in silence. It’s worse than if she were screaming.

  I lean over Emma Lia’s leg and watch a perfect little head emerge from my wife’s body. And I see the face of my child for the first time. I’ve never seen anything more amazing in my life.

  “Head’s out, Emma Lia. Let’s see the rest of this baby and find out who has been right.”

  I kiss the top of her hand. “Push, baby. You can do it.”

  She takes a deep breath, and her face turns every shade of red when she pushes for the final time. I hear a gush of fluid and then a piercing cry—our baby’s first sound.

  “Emma Lia wins. It’s a boy.”

  I thought he was a girl, but now that I see him, I can’t imagine a world where he doesn’t exist.

  I wipe Emma Lia’s wet hair away from her forehead and place a kiss there. “A boy, mon bien-aimé. We have a son. I can’t believe how much I already love him.”

  Our crying son is placed on Emma Lia’s chest. “Hello, my sweet Romaric.”

  “He’s okay, Cat?”

  “Looks healthy as can be.” Thank God.

  Oh fuck. The heaviness of the reality hits me—I am a father.

  This moment could be so different right now. Emma Lia could have hated me for pulling her IUD and getting her pregnant. She could have withheld her forgiveness. She could have aborted Romaric and walked out of my life for good. And she had every reason to, but thank fuck, she didn’t. I’m looking at everything that I love right here.

  When I saw this beautiful woman, all I wanted was her submission… until that wasn’t enough and I wanted so much more. I had no idea that she’d become my world.

  She is my life.

  She is my love.

  She is my everything.

  The End

  About the Author

  Rebel Rose is a decadently dark romance author living in the beautiful city of New Orleans. She prefers anti-heroes over Prince Charmings and often uses her own sexual experiences in her novels. She can typically be found somewhere in the French Quarter enjoying a cup of coffee while people watching.

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