We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - Don returns home a broken man, but with the help of his wife Lanh, he slowly recovers. Now it is Lanh's turn to chase her dreams and they move to Colorado, where she has taken a teaching position. They meet Karole, and she fast becomes Lanh and Kim-ly's new sister. Unfortunately, life takes some bad turns and tests the mettle of their marriage, and are Lanh's angels benevolent or are they hostile?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Paranormal Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
Not long after returning to work from her Christmas vacation, Karole started showing signs of labor. She was at work and had just finished up with a patient when she felt weird cramps; she touched her belly and realized that her muscles were all tensed up. “Look at this!” she said to her supervisor, and she poked her stomach. Her stomach was rock hard.
“You better get yourself over to the hospital and get yourself checked out,” her supervisor warned.
“Ah got sumpin more important to do!” she said and pulled out her cell phone. She hit her top number on speed-dial and when Lanh picked up, she squealed, “Ah’m havin’ my first contraction!”
“When?” gasped Lanh.
“Right now!” said Karole brightly. She couldn’t contain her joy.
“Got it, very first contraction on Thursday the fifteenth at one forty-five,” said Lanh as she marked down the note for the baby book. “Are you meeting the 4 1 1?”
“This didn’t last a minute, but Ah’ll keep track!” grinned Karole. This was getting exciting for her. The 4 1 1 rule is how expectant mothers determine when to head to the hospital. Contractions were 4 minutes apart, each contraction lasting 1 minute. When it’s been happening for 1 hour, that means it’s time to head to the hospital.
Occasionally through the weekend, the muscles in her belly would tighten up, and muscles deeper within, muscles she didn’t know she had, were flexing. She looked in the mirror and it looked like Krissy was trying to kick her way out. Protrusions from baby limbs pressing from within were causing interesting bumps on her tummy. Timing her contractions and concentrating on relaxing, Karole realized she hit 4 1 1, contractions 4 minutes apart, each one lasting one minute, and this had been going on for an hour. It was time to go to the hospital. Lanh pulled up to Karole’s house, and she and Don hopped out of the Lanh’s SUV. Karole suddenly looked shy. When she got in the front seat of Lanh’s SUV, she leaned over and whispered, “Why is Don here?”
“He needs practice,” said Lanh, wondering why Karole got so shy all of a sudden. “He’s Kim-ly’s coach.”
“Ok,” but Karole sounded worried.
Shortly before they got to the hospital, Karole’s contractions stopped. “Aww Krissy!” she cried, “Yer drivin’ yer mama crazy!”
“It’s ok,” said the obstetrics nurse. “Let’s take a look and see what she’s doing in there.” Karole lay back on the examination table and slipped her shirt up, exposing her belly as the nurse brought the ultrasound emitter close. She squirted some jelly on Karole’s belly and pressed the emitter to her stomach and searched around. “Here, take a look at this,” said the nurse, smiling. She turned the screen so Karole could see it. “See? She’s dropped even further; she’s getting ready to join us.”
“If she drops any further she’ll be in my lap,” said Karole as she looked at the fuzzy images of her daughter.
The next week she had two more false alarms, contractions met the 4 1 1 rule, and they dashed to the hospital only to have the contractions disappear and she was sent home and told to come back when it happened again.
On January twenty-second, Don had just finished shoveling two inches of snow from Karole’s sidewalk and had scattered salt on the sidewalk. He was panting heavily when he finished the job. It seemed like the simplest of tasks ran him out of breath. He’s seeing Dr. Andi. She’s a pulmonologist, but she ... Don heard a door slam behind him. He turned around, and he saw Karole coming out of the house in her oversized parka, one hand was on her tummy the other hand clutching her “Go Bag,” and she was breathing heavily too, but her breathing came out, “Heee ... Heee ... hoo ... hoo...,” over and over. “It’s time,” she said without looking up. She was taking tiny, careful steps.
“Oh shit,” thought Don. “Stay right there!” he called. He dashed up to the porch and helped her down the steps one by one. “You stay here, I’ll go get my truck.” He had an old Chevy S-10 for going to appointments.
“Ain’t no time for that ol’ beater, we gotta go, my water broke ... Heee ... Heee ... hoo ... hoo...” She handed him her key fob and with tiny, careful steps, Don led her to her pickup truck, and he placed a small step stool by the passenger door to help her into the truck. The temperature was about ten degrees, which made Don feel like he was home, but it didn’t impress Karole. Her breath came out in white puffs that hung in the air and obscured her vision.
As she got settled in the passenger seat, she turned to Don and asked him the last words he ever wanted to hear, “Are you driving?” He knew he was, but just saying the words made it all that more terrible. He nodded, too shook to invent some false bravado. He was fine driving a vehicle he was used to, his old truck at the farm, the old beater he has here to go to appointments when Lanh wasn’t available, and Lanh’s SUV, but that was it. Now she wants him to drive a huge, new pickup truck? Not only was he unfamiliar with it, but the luxury in that beast was unfathomable to a farm boy, and Don felt the terror building. To Don this truck was a Rolls-Royce Wraith, a Bentley Continental GTC, a glossy new Mercedes-Maybach... “Stop droolin’ an’ jest git in!”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Lanh’s not coming,” Karole said. “Did you text her too?”
Of course, he texted her. He looked at his phone and read Lanh’s response one more time, praying that maybe this time he looked, it would say something different. “I can’t get out of clinic. I know you can do it! I will be there as soon as I can, I love you.”
Nope, it didn’t change. Lanh is in the clinic today, evaluating potential new patients who were almost always young children. Lanh can never say no to a child in need. Don climbed into the driver’s seat of the overly luxurious monstrosity that is what Detroit now calls a pickup truck and took a deep shuddering breath. How the hell do you start one of these things? He mashed down on the brake pedal and hit the starter button and the dashboard scolded him for not wearing a seatbelt, and it refused to start. He clicked the restraint in placed, pushed down on the brake and pressed the start button and the nearly silent engine fired up. So far, so good. He looked over at Karole and saw those exhaust ports of that huge ugly F-15 staring back at him; they had been gone for so long but now they’re back, taunting him, glaring at him, but nothing happened. They remained silent, but they were there, ready to roast him alive like they did his friend Mack ... or blow him into a post and bend him 90 degrees backwards and snap his spine like they did to Cynthia, or crush and warp his skull like they did to Wendy, or crush the truck around him like an aluminum can ... again ... He squeezed his eyes closed and then opened them again and there was Karole looking at him.
“Are you ok to drive?” asked a worried Karole.
“Oh, yeah. I’m perfectly fine.” Don’s voice trembled, his skin was pale, he was soaked with sweat, and he was shaking with terror, but he put the truck in gear, and they moved out. For Karole, the trip was uneventful. As they headed into town, she notified the hospital they were coming in and had regular contractions, and her water broke. During the trip, Don made one huge mistake. He reached over and held Karole’s hand during a contraction, and she crushed his hand with such force that she scared the F-15 away. Fear that he would never regain usage of his hand caused him to pick up the pace, and they were at Greeley Children’s Hospital in record time.
As practiced in several false alarms, Don grabbed a wheelchair and took Karole straight up to obstetrics where her room was ready for her, and a nurse was there to help her undress. While Karole was getting in her bed, the check-in orderly showed up with a computer on a wheeled standing workstation. She asked Don for all of Karole’s information and, as planned, he had every bit of information that the hospital would need, birthdate, insurance cards, etc. “Is there anything we can do for you?” asked the orderly.
Donning his best professional voice, Don said, “Ahhhh, yes. Could you page Doctor Campbell and have her come down here as soon as possible? She’s in clinic today. Thank you.”
“No problem,” she said brightly and clicked a few keys. “The page is sent and ... Doctor Campbell?”
“Yes?” answered Don.
“You wanted Doctor Lanh Campbell?”
“Oh sorry, I thought you were talking to me. It would make no sense to page me, I’m already here.” He turned to Karole and said, “I am already here, aren’t I?”
Karole recognized Don’s absent-minded professor act, and he’s getting pretty good at it. He’s been practicing in case some college messes up and attempts to hire him. She also knew he was doing it to get her to smile. “Yes Doctor, you’re here.”
“Yes, of course, thank you.” He turned to the orderly and smiled. “We agree, it wouldn’t help to page me so yes, please page Doctor Lanh Campbell.”
It was clear the orderly was desperately fighting the urge to run. “But she’s a speech pathologist...”
“Yes, absolutely. Just in case baby’s first words come early, we may need her help translating.” Don gave her a look of wide-eyed innocence while Karole nodded from over on the bed.
The look on the orderly’s face was priceless. She was sure someone in the room was crazy and she wondered if it was herself. Karole came to the girl’s rescue by saying, “Don, leave her alone. Doctor Lanh is my coach; Doctor Don is her comedy relief.” With a sigh of relief, the orderly rushed out of the room, hoping the next check-in would be someone in mortal agony or chemically dependent, someone who wasn’t as crazy.
It wasn’t long before the real work of labor began, and once the actual labor pains hit, Karole began second guessing her decision to keep Krissy. “Ah ain’t got no man to help me, ah’m all alone,” she moaned as she tried to relax between contractions.
“If you want, we can pack you up and move you to Minnesota next week, you can be there when Kim-ly has her baby.”