EroticReverie

Layla - Five Years Later......

Squeezing Don's hand, I fucking scream as I push. The nurses encouraging me. Telling me to take more deep breaths after I stop pushing.

"I can't do it" I cry and Don kisses my sweaty forehead.

"Yes you can." Don's voice whispers. 

"I dont want to" I cry. Don laughs, the bastard laughs while I'm trying to push a fucking bowling ball out of my vagina. 

"too late for that Layla, we're a bit past that decision" he says and I whimper.

"I hate you" I cry and he kisses my forehead. 

"I know you do, it's okay" he says and kisses my forehead again, and again, squeezing my hand back as I squeeze his and push again as he whispers his encouragement to me. 

The night I went to his room five years ago, everything changed, yet nothing changed at all. I was still his "little whore" ...but also....his wife.

Mona was no longer in the picture, but she didn't care too much when a year after I'd crawled into his bed with him, he'd told he wanted a divorce. A month later, Don proposed and I'd accepted. Even after being married, he'd still shown me off, and i'd still loved it. But to his credit, all the promises he made me, he kept every single one. No other man had ever been allowed to touch me. I was his. And whenever I was horny, whether Don was tired and half asleep or not in the mood, he took care of my needs, every single fucking time. 

Once I got pregnant, there were no more nights of showing me off. And , somehow, I was okay with it. I was glad for it. Glad that he no longer wanted to share me. Glad that I had the life I'd always wanted, finally. I was no longer pining for Devin in secret. By the time he'd divorced Mona, I was well over any little hope and dreams I'd had tucked away. Infact, Devin never came around again. We never saw him. Estranged from his father, he never showed up to the house. And I still havent talked to my sister, or mother and father. None of them able to fogive what I'd done, even if I was only sixteen at the time, and a dumb naive teenage girl. But I cant say I blame them either. 

"I love you Layla, I love you so much" Don whispers against my sweaty hair line and I scream as I push again. 

"Almost there" the doctor assures me. 

"One more big push." the doctor says.

"Bring my damn baby into this world little whore" Don whispers and I scream as I push with that little bit of fucked up motivation. 

"Good girl, good girl" he kisses my head as the baby screams and I cry and he grabs my face, , kissing me as I cry and the nurses rush around.

"give me my baby" I cry. All of the emotions spilling down my cheeks. Remembering that terrible day at the clinic, when Devin had made me get get rid of the baby we'd made. The guilt that sat with me, and still sits with me. Apologizing to the baby that never was as I hold out my arms for the one I just gave birth to. 

"It's a girl" the doctor says and the nurses all congratulate me as one of them lays her on my chest for skin to skin, as she cries. Don's hand placed gently on her back, and he kisses my head.

"You did good baby, you did so fucking good" he whispers and I choke on my cries. 

He stoke my hair with his other hand, pushing the sweaty strands from my forehead and my cheeks and kissing my head. 

"You did so damn good Layla, look at her, she's perfect, just like her mother" he says and I lift my chin and he smiles at me. 

"thank you" I cry. He smiles and kisses me as I whimper and then both of us look back down at our baby girl. 

"i hope shes nothing like me" I say and he laughs softly a few of the nurses holding back their own laughter at my comment. 

"She'll be perfect." Don says and gently rubs her back. 

"I still hate you" I say and he chuckles and I lift my chin and he kisses me again.

"I know baby. I know." he says and kisses me once more. 

"I love you" I whisper.

"I know baby. I know." he  winks and then looks down to our daughter.

"We did good, didnt we?" I ask him. 

"Yeah Layla, we did."