Chapter 27: Winter Ends

Spring has sprung

The grass has riz

I wonder where

The birdies is

Grace woke me up about two in the morning. "Art, it's time."

Sleepily I asked, "Time for what?"

"Get up, my water just broke."

Still not awake I mumbled, "What water? Did you wet the bed?"

"Wake up Art; we're having a baby... Now!"

I jumped out of bed and made a dash for the front door. When I got there I realized I had forgotten some things. I hadn't gotten dressed. I also had left Grace upstairs. I then ran back upstairs and in a panic, grabbed Grace's suitcase, and almost went back downstairs naked when Grace hollered, "Art, slow down."

I stopped and stared at Grace as she calmly dressed. I was just standing there not moving at all with my mouth hanging open. Fortunately Kim had the presence of mind to start dressing me while Grace was dressing herself. I was really out of it and did nothing while I was being dressed like a mannequin. I slowly came to and finished getting dressed. Grace was having a hard time getting dressed herself since she was so busy laughing her silly head off watching me recovering from my panic.

I wasn't sure how we did it but the three of us got dressed and out to my SUV to make the trip to the hospital maternity department. Since I was a bundle of nerves I had Kim drive us. We made it to the hospital without incident and were met at the ER by a nurse with a wheel chair. Grace was wheeled into the delivery room and placed on what looked like some medieval torture device. I heard one of the nurses say something about "nine centimeters."

I was ushered out to a small room where one of the nurses helped me scrub in. I was draped with a green gown and fitted with a mask and gloves. Back in the delivery room I was surrounded by masked personnel who reminded me of the Dalton Gang about to rob a train. Kim was there with her trusty camera recording everything for posterity. The Doctor came in calm as a cucumber. He approached the table and noticed that the baby was already crowning, anxious to get out into the world.

I was coaching Grace with a mantra of relax – deep breath – push, over and over again. Grace was doing her best to make sure none of us would be able to hear for hours with her screaming. An almost steady stream of expletives came from her mouth between screams. Fortunately Grace, being gravid two, (second pregnancy), had a very short labor and delivered a beautiful, healthy, baby girl. I got the honor of cutting the cord. A nurse suctioned out the baby and cleaned her up swiftly. She then wrapped Shannon, our little bundle of joy, in a receiving blanket and laid her in Grace's arms. The expression on Grace's face was priceless and the girl's big sister was busily snapping away with her camera. I prevailed upon one of the nurses to take a couple of shots of Kim, Grace and me adoring our newest family member.

As Grace was being wheeled out of the delivery room headed for post-partum I heard some familiar voices. I looked around and saw Chris, Cathy and George entering the delivery room. Evidently Chris went into labor right after Grace did. Until that time we did not know that Chris had gone into labor since she, George and their family had moved to their newly completed house a week before.

School was out for the summer (It was June) so I had a frequent visitor from across the street. Cathy, it seemed, could not get enough of my time and followed me around my house like a shadow. About every two or three days she would drag me to my den to ask my advice about some pictures she had taken. She was coming along nicely with her photography talent and had some pretty impressive pictures to show me.

The most impressive thing she had to show me didn't involve a camera at all. I studied her pictures on my computer making comments about each shot until I turned around and got the best view of all. Cathy stood there stark naked invitingly holding her arms out to me. If you think her camera had a fast shutter speed, you ain't seen nuttin' yet. I flew into her arms at the speed of light and we collapsed on the couch passionately kissing each other. I don't remember how it happened but I was also naked in the blink of an eye.

We made wild passionate love there on the couch as if we would never have the chance to do it ever again. Over the months I had known her, Cathy had turned into a very talented lover. She could do things to my body that shot my arousal through the roof. She could keep me right on the edge of orgasm for what seemed to be hours at a time. The only thing that kept me from going over the edge was when she would have to stop as she went through the series of orgasms herself.

As I was up as high as it was possible, I blasted her insides with my baby makers triggering her biggest orgasm yet. Thankfully my den was soundproof because she let out one of the loudest screams I had ever heard. I was concerned about the glass on my computer screen being shattered. She was really that loud. After testing her birth-control pills and giving the couch a heavy work-out we basked in the afterglow for a while as we caught our breath and returned to normal.

Cathy was quite creative when it came to having reasons to consult with me. One of her best was that she was complaining about a condition that needed a cure.

When we got to my den I asked her, "Okay sweetheart, what is the problem you need help with?"

"It's something Aunt Chris can't help me with."

"That tells me a lot."

"I'm horny."

"And what do you expect me to do about it?"

"You know damned well what you need to do about it so get to it."

We repeated the above described therapy and testing. I benefited from the treatment myself since Grace was out of the sexual intimacy business for six weeks after having our baby. That's not to say that Grace was neglected during that time. We did a whole lot of kissing and cuddling keeping the flame of our love burning brightly. Kim helped out the situation too whenever I got too hot for my own good. We would make love right there in the bed with Grace proudly watching us.