“We can’t do that right now but I am glad you’re here.” While my cock is disappointed that it won’t be inside her one more time before we tie the knot, I am thrilled that she’s happy to see me. “I always pictured you being in here with me the day I got married. Talking me off the ledge, but I never expected you’d be the groom.”

“Do I need to talk you off the ledge? Because let me tell you, this guy you’re marrying is a great guy, Gab. I’ve never seen a man love a woman the way he loves you,” I joke, trying to relieve the tension in case she actually is having cold feet, but she shakes her head.

“I don’t need to be convinced you’re the man for me.”

I grab her hand and rub a finger over her engagement ring. “I can’t wait to start this life with you.”

One Year Later

“God, J this fucking HURTS,” I scream as I go into my tenth hour of labor and another contraction rips through me. “Please just fucking kill me.” I squeeze his hand, and like the absolute gem he is, he lets me all but break every bone, for the third time.

“I love you and you’re doing so well baby. I’m so proud of you.” He kisses my temple and brings my hand that is currently crushing his to his lips.

“Stop being so fucking perfect,” I scream. “It’s so annoying,” I grit out and I hear the nurse in the corner of the room chuckle.

“Okay, Gabrielle, I need another big push because I think this baby is ready to make its entrance!” our Doctor says. The second James and I got married I flushed my birth control and about three minutes later I was pregnant. Now, here we were about to bring our son into the world. James Michael Calloway Jr.

“Do you hear that baby, just one more push.” His hand cups my face, and he leans in to whisper, “Come on, sweetheart. You got this. Do it for Daddy.”

I glare at him, knowing where he’s going with this. “That is what got us here in the first place!” I cry. “Oh Godddddd, who decided this!? Who the fuck invented childbirth!?” I cry.

“Don’t say fuck, our son is almost here.” I can hear the sexy sternness in his voice and while usually I get off on that, now is really not the fucking time. I raise my middle finger in response.

“Okay, baby is coming. Come on Gabrielle, you ready to meet your baby?” The doctor looks up at me from between my legs.