His Only Weakness
Copyright© 2023 by Felicia Breneé
Epilogue
Romantic Sex Story: Epilogue - The man. The monster. The legacy. When Navy Seal Master Chief, Brady Armstrong’s life is threatened, the family legacy emerges in a shape-shifting beast that can withstand bullets, shrapnel, and crushing debris. Love is the only weakness the monster cannot shield Brady from. But he is determined to end the legacy by denying himself the one true love of his life, Heather Richards. Never will he mate with her… again.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Military Restart Paranormal Were animal
“Come on, Li’l Dove. You can do this.” Brady held his sweat-drenched wife in his arms and helped her press forward. She stained with every fiber in her being, pushing. This was the hardest thing he’d ever been through. Including his experiences in Iraq. Watching Heather endure and work so hard to bring their baby into the world. The nurse encouraged Heather with cliches. “You’re doing good.” “That’s it. One more push.” But Brady knew exactly how hard Heather strained because he sat behind her, holding her and pressing her forward. He could feel every muscle in her body go rock-hard and then go limp, as she let go of her breath and fell back against him. Exhausted.
He lifted a wet strand of hair from her face and waited for the next contraction. It waxed and she grabbed her knees. Brady pressed her forward and counted for her to ride the wave of another muscle-wrenching contraction. “That’s it. One, two, three, four.”
“The head is delivered.” The nurse spoke calmly. Brady glanced her way. It looked like a dark, wet melon with black, bloody swirls. He turned his attention back to Heather. “Almost there.”
“Wait!” The nurse sounded alarmed. “Don’t push! Heather! Don’t push!”
“Don’t push, sweetheart,” Brady repeated, but he didn’t know why. “Don’t push, Lil Dove.”
Heather growled a scream. Saliva stretched like spider webs from her teeth as she threw her head back onto Brady’s shoulder. The effort to not push seemed harder than the effort to push. Brady held her firmly against his chest, watching the nurse busily working with something purple and tubular around the baby’s neck. Was everything alright?
“It’s alright.” He lied to Heather. What else could he say?
“Alright. Now, let me rotate the shoulder and you push.” The nurse worked with the baby’s body.
Heather brought her chin to her chest and took a big deep breath. Every muscle tensed all over her body, and Brady pressed her forward. A long moment later, the baby slipped out and cried heartily.
Heather and Brady laughed and fell back on the pillows. Brady tried to look over Heather, to see if the baby was alright and what gender.
He couldn’t tell. It was wiggling on its side, covering the part that would answer his question. The nurse vigorously rubbed the baby with a cloth. Then she lifted the cocooned baby and brought it toward Heather. Brady watched everything as if it were in slow motion. The child peeked out of the wrappings.