Copyright © 2021
Prologue:
First, once again, I want to thank the organizers of the "
Money Honey Writing Event
" for inviting me to participate. It is always such an honor to be included.
Although this story is pure fiction, IT IS BASED ON A TRUE INCIDENT. I hope you enjoy the story and you know I love it when you comment, so please keep them coming.
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The Redhead
It was arguably the greatest experience any man could behold... witnessing the birth of his son. Spencer's wife, Linda, had been in labor for five hours. They were the longest, most traumatic five hours of their lives, but watching the miracle of birth was worth every grueling second, and from the smile on Linda's face, there was no doubt that they both felt the same way.
After cutting the umbilical and cleaning him up some, one of the nurses laid little Terry on Linda's chest and gave her an hour to bond and breastfeed their son before taking him to be weighed and bathed. Spencer was sure every couple in that wing of the hospital thought the same way—they were the two happiest people in the world.
The hospital staff couldn't have been more accommodating. They had already told the proud couple she would be moved to another room and providing there were no complications, they could expect to be there another twenty-four hours. They asked Linda if she wanted little Terry in the room with her or the nursery after his bath. Spencer saw her eyes cloud with moisture.
"I feel so guilty," she said, "but that was quite an ordeal. I would love to have him in the room with me, but I really need a good night's sleep. Would it be okay if he spent the night in the nursery, then stayed with me tomorrow until we're discharged?"
"Please, don't feel guilty," the elderly nurse kindly replied. "It's exactly what I would recommend. You need your rest, and just so you know, this will probably be the last night of uninterrupted sleep you'll have for quite a while, so enjoy it." She chuckled.
Linda turned to Spencer. "Is that all right with you, honey?"
"Of course, hon. Like she said, it'll probably be the last night either of us gets a good night's sleep for a while."
Spencer stayed with her until she fell asleep, then went home for a shower and something to eat. They offered him some hospital food, but he took a pass. Before leaving, he stopped by the viewing window in the nursery. He thought he would pop the buttons on his shirt as his chest swelled with pride. His son looked even better after his bath.
The next morning, Linda was already nursing little Terry when her proud husband and new daddy walked in. She looked up and saw the broad grin stretching across his face as he committed the beautiful sight to memory. His newborn son was cradled in the arms of the most beautiful woman he'd ever known while suckling at her breast. The nurses had the little tike dressed in the blue Mickey Mouse pajamas that Spencer, himself, had picked out only a few days prior. The little bit of reddish-blond hair he had was neatly combed to the side. "What a difference a bath makes, huh?" he joked.
"Yeah, well if you went through what he did yesterday, you wouldn't look your best either," she chuckled back. "The nurse said they're going to give both Terry and me one more exam this afternoon. If they find everything is normal, they'll discharge us around five, and guess what, they're giving us a steak dinner before we leave. Isn't that nice?"
"I'll say; that means I don't have to cook today. I was going to ask you what you thought you'd like for dinner but now I don't have to worry about it... do I?"
She smiled. "No, honey, I think the steak will fill me up for the night."
Later that morning, one of the nurses took the baby for his check-up and told the happy couple that mother would be next. After Linda went over all she needed him to do at the house, Spencer left to make sure everything would be ready for his son's homecoming. When it was all done, he called the pediatric ward to make sure they were still being discharged at five.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson, both your wife, and son are doing fine. We have them scheduled for a five o'clock check out. If possible, we'd like you here around four. We have a congratulatory steak dinner with non-alcoholic champagne for you and your wife, after which, she'll be all set to go home."
Before leaving the house, Spencer made a call to his in-laws, Elaine and Don Bradshaw. They lived in the next town over, about a thirty-minute drive, and wanted to be there to welcome their daughter and new grandson when they walked in. Ellie, as most people called her, was waiting by the phone and picked it up on the first ring. Spencer said he'd leave the key under the mat. His own parents would have also loved to be there, but they lived two states away and they both worked.
On his way out, Spencer took a deep breath and looked back into what had been his and Linda's domain. From that moment forward, it would never be the same, he thought. They were no longer a couple, they were parents, the most important and scariest responsibility two people can take on. With one more deep breath and a big smile, he headed undauntedly to the hospital and his new role as father.
After a wonderful steak dinner, Spencer watched proudly as a nurse helped Linda into a wheelchair and placed her smiling newborn son in her arms. "I'll go ahead and bring the car up to the entrance," he told them.
They hadn't had much time, but Don and Ellie had a sign saying,
Welcome Home, Terry,
strung up in the living room when they got home. Ellie made fresh coffee to go with the cake they picked up at the baker's on the way over and there were also several wrapped gifts sitting on the dining room table. It was a welcome fit for a king.
The next few months weren't easy. All that joking at the hospital about not getting a good night's sleep wasn't quite so funny anymore. It had also taken a little while for them to get back to having regular sex.
Linda was getting frustrated because Spencer was so afraid of hurting her she could barely feel him. She waited as long as she could, hoping he would get back to his old self, but when it didn't look like that was going to happen, she told him flat out, "Spence, it's been months; my pussy is just fine. It's just like it was before I had the baby. You're not going to damage it, so please stop trying to be so damned careful."
He was still inside of her in the missionary position. He stopped long enough to look into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, honey, I'm sure. Now ravage my body like you mean it."
He gave her a big smile. "Your wish is my command," he said as he tenderly pinched one of her nipples. He realized he hadn't heard her moan like that since before the baby was born.
Spencer started kissing her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. He stopped just long enough to give her a passionate kiss, then continued on to her magnificent breasts. He sucked, licked, and lightly bit on her nipples until he had her squirming with lust.
"Ohhhhh, oh, oh God," she cried and reached down, grabbing his head in reaction to his tongue's ministrations of her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and rolled it around. He had her clutching at the sheet when he finally moved into position and again, penetrated the gates to heaven.
