110. The Baby On The Way

110. The Baby On The Way
"LOOK AT THE DAMN ROAD, NIKOLAY IVANOV!," she screamed with panic, almost deafening me.

"Is it time already? Are you giving birth?" I felt my heart in my mouth, Margaret seemed to be pushing and I didn't want to receive her under these circumstances. "Damn it, what do I do?! »

"Just keep driving! Ahhhh! » she screamed and the pained groan sent shivers down my spine.

I felt like I was going to lose my damn mind.

We raced to the emergency room and they almost had to put me on a gurney, but I didn't want to miss the birth of my daughter, so I had to behave like a true man and get up from there, having one of the most memorable episodes when I heard my baby's cry.

My girl, a beautiful baby girl whom I could smother with kisses, starting with those chubby cheeks.

"You're strong and brave, baby," I kissed her sweaty forehead and she smiled at me. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you for being with me and for staying for the delivery," she smiled half-heartedly, looking quite tired.

"I really thought she was going to be born in the car," I complained, letting out a sigh. "I almost died, Margaret. I can't go through that again, we need to schedule a cesarean section for the next one. I'm begging you for my peace of mind."

She chuckled softly at my words and took my hand in hers, comforting me.



Margaret

I had wanted to stay home for as long as possible and refused to heed Nikolay's every plea to "get my ass up to avoid his daughter being born on the floor without medical attention."

We arrived too late for an epidural, but I only endured half an hour of contractions before finally everything we had been waiting for arrived.

Our sweet cotton princess.

"Are you sure you want Kira to be her middle name? We can always go with Kira Katrina."

He let out a long sigh.

"Margaret, I love you for understanding that I want to honor my sister in our daughter's name, but Kira is not a very common name here. Not even Kira herself was a fan of that name, she learned to love it, but it took her a while."

"She looks like a cute Kira."

"She looks like you, she would look beautiful even if her name was Svetlana."

"I think she looks just like you, even when I fed her, as soon as I finished she looked for you, I think we have a daddy's girl case on our hands."

"I'll speak highly of you to make sure she likes you, I promise."

I smiled and Nikolay kissed me on the lips, then gazed at the fruit of our love.



"Babe, you shouldn't stress yourself out so much. They're just my parents, my mom has had kids once in a while, so she doesn't expect you to put on a dress and ten-centimeter heels after giving birth over a month ago. You're not Kate Middleton."

I looked at Nikolay, even with a bit of jealousy and anger, he had only showered and brushed his hair. He looked decent, but I didn't.

My poor nipples were squeezed every two hours by a baby so small, she didn't even know how she could eat so much, even if Nikolay took care of everything else.

During the night and early morning, Katrina and I were sometimes alone during the day, and I loved every second of it.

But unfortunately, my personal appearance suffered, and that meant, in Sasha's words, that my hair looked like a bird's nest and my dark circles like a black hole, but my new boobs along with my usual charisma made up for it.

Even with all that, Nikolay had the audacity to tell me not to worry and that I looked good.

Bold.

"I think your father still hates me, I need to look decent to be accepted," I spoke with a grimace.

"My father doesn't hate you, he just doesn't express his feelings like everyone else. He does the same with me, I promise."

I looked at my man before letting out the longest sigh in history and sitting on the floor of our bedroom's dressing room.

I brought my hands to my face because I felt the urge to release tension, whether it was by crying, screaming, or taking half a bottle of the fine alcohol that Nikolay liked to keep hidden in his study.

None of my options were good, but I couldn't demand much, I still have a week to go before I can have my favorite way of relieving stress.

Nikolay moved slowly towards me and sat down beside me.

"Are you thinking about sex again?"

His question made me burst into laughter immediately and I leaned my head on his arm.

"Do we have to listen to the doctor? Nikolay, honey, I promise my friend is in perfect condition."

"You know I hold you and your friend in high esteem, but the doctor said something and we're going to stick to it. I can't go in there."

I laughed at his words and my hands stealthily reached for his member. He responded to my touch, apparently, he missed me as much as I missed him...

Honestly, until a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't even thought much about when I would have sex with Nikolay again; we were both very busy with the task of keeping our daughter alive, the one who turned out to be quite demanding.

But one day I walked in while my man was taking a shower and I saw it: the happiness stick.

And suddenly there was a click as if something turned on in my head, since then, I spent a good part of the day thinking about it.

"Margaret no, don't give him hope, he hasn't received anything in weeks, he's desperate."

I laughed a little and just when I knew I was about to convince him, that everything was playing in my favor for my release to take place, the doorbell of the apartment rang.

And let me tell you, that doorbell rang loud. So loud that it woke Katrina from her nap and she started crying.

Nikolay and I exchanged glances and sighed. I guess this will be our new life now.

"Take care of Katrina, I'll go down to open the door."

I nodded my head slightly and checked the baby blue strappy dress to make sure I looked decent. I walked into Kat's room and her cry got louder when I entered and turned on the light, revealing the room before me.

We never liked the idea of painting everything pink and basically copying the style of every baby room ever made.

Dark gray color on the wall, along with several cloud stickers, had done the trick of making the room unique.

I carefully picked Kat up from her crib, although she was well fed and gaining weight every day, that didn't stop me from worrying about possibly hurting her when holding her.

I changed her quickly, as she didn't like being naked, and once I had her dressed in something more than her pajamas, I picked her up in my arms, and after she stopped crying, it seemed like she wanted to go back to sleep.