Chapter 36: Damian
Five minutes after Abigail is born, the electricity comes on. Five minutes after that, paramedics take over. I grab Lydia's pre-packed travel bag and follow them to the ambulance.
Doctor Pastavich, Lydia's OB/GYN is waiting at the hospital. All our preplanning is out the window, but I'm able to cut the cord. A nurse takes Abigail away so they can check her out thoroughly. Lydia requires stitches and I hold her hand while the doctor works.
A short time later, tightly bundled in a pink blanket, the nurse places Abigail back into Lydia's arms. She's sucking dramatically on her fist and we all smile.
"She's doing wonderfully considering how she made her appearance. A pediatrician looked her over. He'll be in to see you soon. Right now this little one needs to eat." The nurse helps Lydia with her hospital gown.
Lydia lifts the baby to her breast and pinches her nipple, rubbing it against the small pert mouth. Abigail's head makes a searching movement before she finds what she's looking for and latches on.
In my entire life, I've never seen anything more amazing. And fucking sexy. I laugh at myself acknowledging what a kinky bastard I am. I fit my finger into Abigail's tiny hand and she squeezes. I can't stop myself from leaning over and gently pressing my lips to Lydia's. "I love you so much and I'm so damn proud of you. Our daughter is beautiful and looks just like her mommy. I wanted red hair and got all my wishes in one small bundle."
Lydia smiles lovingly back. "I can't believe she only weighs six pounds. I thought she would weigh at least fifteen with all the weight I gained."
I lean closer so we're nose to nose. "If you use the F word I'll gag you right here at the hospital. You're beautiful and every pound gives me more to love. I'll miss each one you lose and rejoice in every pound I can convince you to keep."
"Yes, Sir."
I lean back and slide my finger across the breast my daughter is feeding from. "I'm quite jealous of our daughter, you know?"
Lydia's eyes sparkle with mirth because she knows what a kinky bastard I am too. "It will be a few days before my milk comes in, but as soon as it does, I promise you a taste."
"It's going to be impossible to keep my hands off you for the next six weeks."
"Well good. I have no intention of keeping my hands off you and I'll enjoy driving you crazy for a change."
"I guarantee you'll be securing my hands for that to work."
She grins and I know we're both thinking about the last time she bound my hands to the headboard and I broke it. My sweet Domme was quite unhappy.
"We still need a nanny," she says with a yawn.
My soft groan makes her grin widen. We've gone around and around with this one. Our kinky lifestyle makes it difficult to find someone who won't run screaming the first time she sees us in club garb. I wish my mother lived closer. Without her we'll be taking turns working at the club. "We'll start looking again next week." I touch Lydia's nose with the end of my finger. "I thought money bought everything," I grumble.
Her laughter fills the room. "We'll find someone. I'm sure your money will buy a great nanny." Another yawn follows this statement and she closes her eyes. I rest my hand on the baby's back and watch my family sleep.
***
It's late afternoon of the second day before we're cleared to return home. After the nurses poked and prodded Lydia and the baby for two days, we're ready for uninterrupted family time. The hospital staff was terrific and we knew they were only doing their jobs. Abigail is doing wonderfully and home is where we need to be.
Raul and Paul prepare for our arrival and have the bassinet and baby monitor set up in the master bedroom. They leave pre-made meals in the refrigerator and if we run out, the hotel staff is at our beck and call. It will be so nice to relax with absolutely nothing on our agenda but taking care of our new addition.
We spoke at length about Samson and the baby before we introduced them. We needn't have worried. It was instant love on Sam's part and he whines non-stop whenever Abigail is out of sight. We discover there's no need for the baby monitor because Sam's ears pick up the slightest noise. If we don't go to Abigail immediately, his low whine turns to a full-on howling bark. It's also fun to watch him when others are around the baby. We have no doubt blood will spill if anyone harms her.
My mother stays with us the first week after we return from the hospital. Lydia is fully aware of our side business and she came along with me twice before she got pregnant. Between morning sickness and her growing belly, she stopped coming until after the birth. She and my mother talk about the women they're helping. Lydia is now fully involved in plans for their care. I set up a bank account so she can provide whatever my mother and the women need. Watching my mother with Abby is priceless and our small family couldn't be more perfect.
Mom and Lydia cry their eyes out when it's time to say goodbye. We agree to a trip to her place in a few months so the women can meet Abigail. A few days later, we have a small gathering in the penthouse and move Samson to Raul's suite so there are no mishaps with too many people holding Abigail. Bran and Willow are back from their honeymoon and they join us, along with other regulars from the club. It's nice to have friends around, but Lydia is exhausted by the time everyone leaves. I tuck my wife and baby into their respective beds and Lydia is out cold before I leave the room. Abigail will sleep for at least two hours and I need to check on the club.
Raul and Paul are doing a great job. There haven't been any problems that required my attention and for that alone I'm grateful. I walk past a station and see Bran working a scene with my sister. Definitely not something I'm comfortable watching, so I move on. Yeah, Bran thought he could leave the lifestyle. How wrong he was and even though I have no intention of watching him scene with my sister, I'm glad they have each other.
After I'm assured things are running smoothly, I head back to the penthouse. After checking on Abigail in the bassinet by the bed, I crawl in beside his wife, pulling her close and kiss the back of her head. She never stirs. I exhale in contentment and fall asleep.
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