Page 20 of Extracurricular with Mr. Abbot
In the past ten months, things have changed dramatically for us all. Erin is now living with Megan and me, my daughter absolutely adores Erin, and vice versa. The two of them have girl days every Saturday and spend the day shopping, going to the movies, or just having fun. It was amazing to watch how quickly Erin blended into our lives. She fits effortlessly into our family, and I should have known she would have, she’s an amazing woman. My parents adore her.
It’s a good thing she did fit in because she’s heavily pregnant, in fact, she’s due to give birth any day now. The night we got back together, I forgot to wear a condom. I was so obsessed with having her again that I didn’t think twice about taking her bare. When she mentioned it to me the next morning, it was as if something switched in my head. I wanted her pregnant with my baby. I wanted her tethered to me forever, and she is.
I watch as she places her hand on her swollen stomach and gently caresses it. I’ve never been a man that’s really thought about a pregnant woman. Heather was a one-night stand, and I didn’t see her that way at all. But watching Erin grow our baby, I’ve become obsessed with her pregnancy body, and I fully intend to knock her up constantly.
Erin’s not the only one pregnant, Anastasia is too, both women are due any day. Seems as though graduation was a good time all around.
Erin and Anastasia get to their feet and start to chase the girls around. I’m moving toward them, wanting her to stop, she’s ready to have our baby at any moment and running around isn’t going to be helping her.
“Don’t,” Jacob says. “Honestly, don’t. Not unless you want to face the wrath of two pregnant ladies.”
I turn and raise a brow at him, wondering what the hell he’s talking about.
“Last week, I came home and found the girls dancing in the living room with both Ana and Erin. I asked the ladies to take it easy and wished I hadn’t. Both women turned on me and read me the riot act. They’re able to do whatever the hell they like, just because they’re pregnant doesn’t mean that they’re incapable of playing with their daughters. It’s best to leave it be, brother, the women won’t push themselves too hard.”
I grit my teeth, he’s right, I may not like it, but he’s right. If I say something, I’ll only end up upsetting Erin, and that’s the last thing I want to do.
I keep a close eye on her throughout the day, she’s smiling while she has fun playing with Megan and Theresa. She’s happy, and so is Megan, and that’s all that I can ask for.
* * *
“She’s all settled,”I say to Erin as I climb into the car. I’ve dropped Megan at my parents, and I’m looking forward to enjoying some alone time with my wife before the baby comes.
“That’s good,” she says, her eyes wide with happiness. “We should probably go to the hospital now.”
I frown. “What? Why?”
She expels a harsh breath. “I think I’m in labor,” she pants.
My heart starts to pound, and I look at her, she’s pale, sweat beads across her forehead, and she’s gripping the seat like her life depends on it. Shit.
It takes us twenty minutes to get to the hospital, in that time, Erin has had too many contractions for me to count and hearing her cry out in pain is horrific, I feel utterly useless.
“Ms. Chandler, when did the contractions start?” the nurse asks her.
Erin grips the bed as she’s rocked with another contraction. “I don’t know, a while. We were at the beach.”
I glare at the woman I love. What the hell was she playing at?
“Don’t be angry,” she pants. “Megan was having so much fun, I didn’t want to spoil it. We’re fine, and we’re here now. Our baby’s coming, Jared.”
I push her hair from her face and lean forward to press a kiss against her cheek. “I know, baby, but you have to take it easy.”
She grips my hand as another contraction hits.
“The baby’s crowning,” I hear someone say, and it’s utter chaos from then on out. Everyone gathers around as Erin pushes and pants through her contractions. She’s fucking amazing as she powers through it all.
The most beautiful sound fills the air as our baby cries.
“Oh my god,” Erin breathes. “Jared, our baby is here.”
I kiss her, it’s chaste, but fuck, it’s filled with everything I’m too choked up to say.
“It’s a girl,” the nurse says.
“Thank you,” I whisper hoarsely to her. “You did amazing, baby. So fucking good.”
Our daughter is placed onto Erin’s chest, and I swear to fuck, I shed a tear at the love that shines in my woman’s eyes. She’s so beautiful, and yet, nothing compares to this moment right here.
