Chapter 17: Delivery and Denouement

Many weeks had passed. All of Grace’s ultrasounds were clear. Over spring break, Grace and Dan were married in the gazebo at Memorial Park. It was an intimate ceremony with just the family members from Christmas. The happy couple spent their first night as a married couple in a luxury hotel, but they deferred the honeymoon until after the baby was born.

Dan buried himself in his studies. He still hoped to complete his B.S. in three years. Grace was uncomfortable, but still able to work at West Valley Motors. A new hire was being trained to take her place, because maternity was going to end her career. At least until the little one was in pre-school.

Dr. Adams kept close watch over Grace’s health. The fetus was healthy, but any spikes in blood sugar would be risky to them both. Another issue: babies of diabetic women could be large, and Grace had a compact pelvis. So a C-section delivery was possible, even likely.

“I’m a planet!” she complained. Some adjustments were needed in the sex palace. Dan would get behind her and carefully insert his cock, with limited success. Oral sex was OK, but sometimes uninspiring. One day, Dan found Grace kneeling on the bed. “I want to try something. See that tube of jelly? Lube up Danielito and then grease my asshole. I cleaned it, get moving! Now, slip in, slowly. Let me push against you. Mmm, that’s it. All the way in. You’re big! Fuck my ass!”

Dan was surprised, but he liked this! He enjoyed something novel, and Grace met him on every stroke. Soon the tide was rising. Dan reached and fondled her clit, unleashing her lust. Soon she was cuming, and again, and again. Dan spewed into her depths, and slowly pulled out with a pop. “Wow! Sweets, you’re amazing! Let’s do that again sometime. But first, let’s wash for dinner.”

As the due date approached, Grace was more and more uncomfortable. She was carrying a girl and they had agreed on “Alicia” as her name. At 4 in the morning, Grace shook her husband. “It’s time for the hospital.”

By 5:00, they were set up in the birthing suite. Darcy had arrived, as well as Grace’s mother Maria. After a while, Dan was summoned. “Get me up, I need to walk.” She took Dan’s arm and made her way up and down the corridor. During contractions, she stopped and clutched his arm, strain evident on her face. “Next time, Dan, use the stork.”

Hours passed. The obstetrician examined her pelvis. Dan could hear the rapid patter of Alicia’s little heart. “Nope, baby’s too big, mother’s too small. We’ll prepare for plan C. Dad, you can be with her, but it’s messy and you have to stay upright. Got it?” “Yes, Doctor.” “Go get gowned and masked, hat and gloves. The nurse will help you. I’ll see you in there.”

“OK, Grace, you have an epidural block. You should feel some tugging, but no sharp pains.” Drapes concealed her swollen abdomen. Soon everything was moving so quickly! Alicia was lifted up feet first, her mouth and nose were suctioned, a little cry, and Dan cut the umbilicus with scissors.

“She’s great, Sweets. You did it! Toes, Fingers, Blue Eyes, Dark Hair. We will have her in a few minutes.”

“Apgar score is 8, excellent. 8-1/2 pounds, 22 inches. Surgical field is clear. Stitching up now. You should rest in bed with your shoulders elevated. We will bring the baby to you to nurse and love. Don’t let your families hold her yet, except for Dad. And you know to support her little head. Have a great life, you three.”

Back in her room, Grace accepted congratulations. Dan sent out the details to those elsewhere. Alicia was brought in and everyone quieted while she found a nipple.

Dan’s heart was full. His family was now the center of his life, and he swore to cherish them for the rest of his life. Grace kept her eyes shut, exhausted, but she felt Dan’s calm and warm support.

Alicia thought, “Sweet!” Then she belched.