To the reader:
This story could have been submitted under a couple different categories but my editor suggested Interracial Love. I tend to go along with those suggestions. My editor also said it might be a bit controversial. I hope so.
Thanks jo for doing the hard work of editing and making everything better.
Day 1
"Tony wake up, I think my water just broke."
"Wha? Huh? Yeah, okay, I'm up."
Tony jumped out of bed and promptly tripped over his shoes. After getting back on his feet he pulled on his pants, a t-shirt, and his old loafers. Shari slowly waddled into the bathroom clutching her soaked nightgown between her legs.
"Babe, bring me a clean pair of underpants, will ya?" came the voice from the bathroom.
Tony picked up her clothes from atop the hospital bag they had prepared and also got a clean pair of underpants from her drawer. Upon opening the bathroom door he found his lovely wife standing in front of the full length mirror with her legs apart, toweling off her legs and hairy crotch. The reflection of both sides of her very pregnant body was comical to look at; well at least it was at that moment for Tony. A wide smile broke out on his face.
"Don't you say a single word, buster. Just help me put on my clothes and let's get out of here."
All the while he helped he had a broad smile, but he didn't say a word. He knew if he made one of his usual weird, funny remarks she would jump down his throat and probably start crying. Her hormones had been so screwed up in the last month or so that no matter what he said she would either go ballistic or start crying. Either way she would no longer be the sweet, beautiful wife that he married, just some hormone charged gargoyle that he wanted to avoid at all cost. Throughout her pregnancy her emotions had been out of control. Shari spontaneously cried for no apparent reason and at times she danced around the house with joy. Her sex drive was out of control also. She had more orgasms in the last nine months than she ever had in their entire first year of marriage. She was insatiable, not that Tony ever complained. The term 'basket case' described her best.
As they drove to the hospital Shari was definitely uncomfortable. She shifted her broad backside all over the front seat and scowled every time they had to stop for a traffic light. After all she was as big as a house. Tony was very careful to say so only when she wasn't around. She was carrying twins and when one wasn't doing the tango in her belly the other seemed to be training for a marathon. Hopefully the dancer was the little girl and the marathoner was the little boy. They found out a couple months ago that one had a penis and the other one didn't.
At the hospital, Tony wheeled his very uncomfortable wife into the emergency room and passed her off to a nurse, kissing her on the lips before leaving to fill out the paperwork and for a minute of rest. He entered the maternity ward waiting room thirty minutes later and a nurse escorted him back to Shari's room. She looked more at ease now that she was lying down. And from the look in her eyes she had also received an epidural.
"Hi Babe," she said with her crooked little smile. "Dr. McCoy was here a minute ago and said I wasn't fully dilated yet. It'll be another hour or so before I'm ready. He ran away to deliver another baby just before you came in and said he'd be back when it's my turn. I've had the epidural so the back pain is gone. I'm supposed to watch the fetal monitor there and see when it spikes. That will be a contraction and I've got to do my breathing exercises when I see one. Hold my hand, I'm kinda new at this."
He took her hand in his and gently kissed her fingers. They smiled and looked into each other's eyes all the time knowing, without saying, exactly what was in their hearts.
Shari and Tony had always been in love. From the first day they met their universe was in harmony, the planets aligned, it never rained when they went on a picnic, and there were always short lines at Starbucks. They made love for the first time a couple weeks after meeting and even the sex was cosmic. Tony found just the right spot to make Shari climb the walls in ecstasy and Shari could do things with her tongue that one only reads about in magazines. From the very first time they did anything and everything, there was no hesitation for either of them. If one person wanted to try something new, they did it with enthusiasm and loved every minute of it. One day they just started saying "when we're married." There was never the traditional proposal where Tony gets down on one knee with a ring and proposes. They just knew that they would be married and one year later they were.
In the first year as a married couple they wore out one mattress and the springs on the old couch they bought at a garage sale. They went to work every day but when they were at home they were like two rutting goats. Even their next door neighbor asked with a silly smile about the "unusual animal sounds" coming from the house.
Needless to say there was a lot of smiling at Tony and Shari's house. Their biggest smile came when Shari found out she was pregnant. She showed Tony the little blue test strip and they hugged and cried. After calling their parents, aunts and uncles, friends, neighbors, and anybody else that they could think of, they went out to a little romantic Italian restaurant and sat behind the candle in the Chianti bottle and held hands. But when they got home they were naked and in bed within minutes of locking the front door. The celebration continued throughout the night as one long kiss. When their lips weren't together Tony was kissing her nipples and her belly and the soft warm folds where his child was going to make its debut. Shari would also lick his nipples and belly and wrap her tongue around his cock as it slid deep into her mouth. Even when Tony was on top of Shari with her legs wrapped around his hips they kissed continuously. It was almost like somebody welded their lips together. The only time they broke their kiss and came up for air was when one said "I love you." And they said it a lot that night. At dawn they each sheepishly called into work and took a sick day.
Another contraction jerked Tony back from the past.
It was close to two hours later when Shari was wheeled into the delivery room with Tony tagging along behind. "Okay, let's get this show on the road," the elderly doctor said with a broad smile. "I've got a golf date at nine that I don't want to miss." The nurse and the aide just rolled their eyes toward the ceiling at his attempt at delivery room humor. Tony only hoped he was joking but wasn't sure. Shari just laid flat with her legs spread and her feet in the stirrups.
"Okay, Tony you stand next to Shari and hold her hand," the doctor instructed. "She's probably going to squeeze pretty hard so be prepared and don't let her break anything. You don't want to miss the action if you have to go off and get a bone set. Now Shari, you just push when I tell you to, and only when I say to. Any other time I want you to relax and breath just like you learned in class. Everybody know what to do? "
Everybody nodded, even the nurse. The aide also nodded as she went about preparing the two bassinets.
The doctor worked between Shari's legs for what seemed to be a long time when he looked up over her distended belly and said, "Okay Shari, now push."
The muffled grunt and screwed up facial expression said that she was pushing with everything she had. It must have been like trying to push a bowling ball through a straw.
"Okay, now stop," the doctor commanded.
