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The Fairy Ring
In the L I love you with all my heart. I want to be a dad. It’s less important to me how it happens than that it does happen. I love you. You want my baby. We do what we have to do.”
–o–
In the L then she reached down with her other hand and spread her lips. She felt her wetness. He slipped into her easily. All her senses seemed to be heightened as she lowered herself onto him. Sex with Andy had always been good, but this was unlike anything they had done before. He felt huge in her as she began slow movements up and down on his rigid shaft. She was soon stretched to accommodate him comfortably.
As Joy lowered herself onto him, Andy began to hear the music of the bells and strings. The word tintinnabulation popped into his head, followed by lines of the Poe poem: he heard the sledges with the silver bells. Just as suddenly as the poem came into his mind it was lost in the sensation of his union with Joy.
She was now grinding her pubis against his, pushing herself towards orgasm. Joy was lost in her own sensations. Now she began fucking Andy hard, moving up and karabük escort down on his shaft, grinding against him at the bottom of each stroke. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Cum in me. Make a baby — Give it to me.”
Andy couldn’t last any longer. He thrust his hips up against Joy as he saw stars he had never seen before, lost in his orgasm.
When she felt the first eruption at her cervix and everything got even slicker, Joy lost herself in her own orgasm. She lost control of her legs and collapsed on Andy’s hips. She laid against his chest as he held her close, both of them spent. She opened her eyes to look around. The fairies continued to dance. The pine had been transformed into a Maypole. Each fairy held a ribbon: they were red, orange, yellow, blue, and violet. In their dance the fairies were weaving in and out to make a fabric of the ribbons.
The crone appeared in the circle. She spoke to Joy, telling her to flee. Joy roused Andy, telling him, “We have to leave. We must leave now.”
“Why? That was intense. I’d like to lie here for a bit, Joy.”
Urgency osmaniye escort crept into her voice. “Andy, we must leave immediately. The fairies are weaving a cloth that will trap us. We have to go now.”
–o–
In the Labor and Delivery Suite
Andy reached across with a damp, cool cloth and wiped the perspiration from Joy’s brow. He leaned further and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Joy.” She drew in a deep breath.
Dr Weems pulled her fingers from Joy’s birth canal. “She’s at ten centimeters and fully effaced.” She looked over at the computer monitor that was showing fetal heart rate. “It looks like the baby is doing well. It’s time to push.” She looked at Joy, “Joy. Joy! Listen to me, it’s time to push.”
Joy came into the present. “I can push?”
“Yes. At the next contraction, push. Bear down and push her out. It’s time.”
The contraction started. Joy began to breathe shallowly, blowing the air out as she learned in the birthing classes. As the contraction approached its peak she bore down hard, pushing her baby further into the marmaris escort birth canal. When the contraction eased, she collapsed against the back of the birthing chair. “I’m glad the waiting is over,” she said.
“Are you okay, Joy?” asked Andy.
“I’m glad the waiting is over. I’m finally doing something.”
Dr Weems reached in to check the baby’s position. “A few more like that and we’ll be done here.”
The next contraction came on quickly. Joy began pushing early in the contraction and pushed all the way through. “We have crowning. Make sure the warming tray is ready. I’ll need a bulb syringe.” The nurses assured her that everything was ready. She laughed, saying, “I know it is. I just need to make sure.”
It took three more contractions before she delivered the head. At the next contraction she delivered the shoulders and the baby began to cry. Dr Weems delivered a baby girl. The doctor clamped the umbilical cord and handed the scissors to Andy. “Cut it between the clamps, please.” He took the scissors and tried to cut the cord without much effect. “It’s pretty tough. Keep the cord toward the back of the scissors where you have more leverage.” Andy tried again and succeeded this time. The doctor handed the baby to a nurse.
“We have a beautiful, healthy girl here. What is her name?” asked the doctor.
Andy looked at Joy. “Is that the name you want?”
“Yes. We’d agreed on it.”
“Her name is Amanita Georgia Adams, we’ll call her Nita,” he said.