Chapter 43 Madi Gave Birth 3
2 weeks later
After Laura underwent surgery to remove the bullet, it was hours of agony, but thank God everything went well.
Two weeks have passed since then, and it doesn't even seem like she was shot because of me.
"I was thinking about Emily, if it's a girl, what do you think?" she said, looking at me while the nurse changed her IV.
"Am I the mother here, or are you?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Look, after everything I've been through, I have the right to choose this baby's name.
I'm going to be the godmother, doesn't that count too?
Okay, you've convinced me, but what if it's a boy?
"I'm sure it's not," she said confidently.
Why not?
"I don't know, I just think it's going to be a girl," she said.
Unlike Laura, I always imagined a boy who would be just like his father.
"Let's do this: if it's a girl, you choose; if it's a boy, I choose," I tell her.
"And doesn't Dad have an opinion?" Dimitri said, entering the room.
No ooo—Laura and I spoke together.
We burst out laughing at the face Dimitri makes; he looks so handsome like that, actually, he's handsome no matter what.
Cohen arrives soon after, and ever since Laura woke up he's been showering her with affection.
He stayed at the hospital the whole time, worried, which made me think that his feelings for her might be much deeper than I might think
4 months later
My belly is getting bigger.
I was so anxious, we're going to find out the baby's gender.
Laura and Dimitri are waiting outside while I'm putting on my gown for the ultrasound.
When I lie down, Dimitre holds my hand, showing that he's there with me, and then the heartbeat echoes throughout the room, making me smile.
"So, are you ready to find out the sex?" the doctor asks.
Yes— We said together.
So Madi, you're expecting a baby girl.
Tears well up in my eyes, and when I realize Dimitre is crying too, he kisses my hands and my forehead.
"Thank you, my love, for giving me this gift and making my life the happiest of all," he said, making me cry even more.
After Laura found out, there was a party; we went out to celebrate.
My biggest desire after sex is to eat; I eat everything I crave.
This girl is very greedy.
As we were leaving the restaurant, I had a strange feeling, like we were being followed.
I looked back to check, but I didn't see anyone, so I let it go.
When I got home, I was burning with lust.
Dimitre had teased me the whole dinner, and with my hormones raging, a touch from him made my panties soaking wet.
"Can I know why you're looking at me with that mischievous look?" Dimitri asks with a smile on his face.
Cynical.
Because I want to eat you—I said, biting my lip.
I know this drives Dimitre crazy, I can already see the bulge in his pants.
I take advantage of it and rip off my dress, letting it fall to my feet.
I'm not wearing a bra and I'm just in my panties in front of him, making him look me up and down with eyes blazing.
Dimitri comes closer to me and slips a finger inside my panties, feeling my wetness.
"Always ready for me," he said in a hoarse voice.
In a second I'm naked, and my panties are already like all the others.
Dimitri then kisses me passionately, picks me up, and I rub against his erection through his pants, making him groan.
He puts me on the bed and rips off all his clothes, I never get tired of this sight; this man was made for me, molded for me.
I can't wait any longer, Madi, I need to fuck you now.
Then he penetrates me hard and stiff, holds my hips, and goes in one, two, three times.
You're so warm.
Four, five, six.
So delicious.
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
So tight.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
I can't control my moans, I just feel the pleasure coming, and I let myself be carried away by the intense orgasm that Dimitri gives me.
He continues his thrusts, stronger, faster, building another orgasm in me.
My favorite place is inside you, Madi.
And we both enjoyed it together.
9 months later
Holy shit, honey, are you peeing in the middle of the living room?
No, Dimitri, the bag.
"Your bag is here," he said, picking up the bag from the sofa.
"No, you idiot, my water broke!" I yelled.
Shit, shit, shit, what do I do now?— He asks, frightened.
Call Laura, go to the room, get the white bag with the baby clothes, and let's go to the hospital.
Dimitri runs to the room with his phone in his hand, I hear him talking to Laura, but I stop paying attention when the first contraction comes, making me scream.
"Love, breathe, puppy breath, remember?" Dimitri said, imitating a dog with his tongue sticking out.
Dimitri takes me to the car and we head to the hospital.
On the way, my screams make Dimitri nervous, causing him to step hard on the gas pedal.
When we arrive at the hospital, they take me in a wheelchair to a room for the doctor to check my dilation.
Damn, that hurts.
Promise me you'll never get me pregnant again.
You can fuck me all you want, but never get me pregnant again— I said to Dimitre.
You're not yet 10cm dilated, we need to wait a little longer.
Damn it — I said when another contraction comes.
A few hours later I'm in the delivery room with Dimitri by my side, holding my hand.
When the doctor asks me to push, I squeeze Dimitri's hand with all my strength.
I push a few more times and finally hear my daughter cry.
I share tears of happiness.
The doctor places her in Dimitre's arms and she stops crying immediately.
"She's beautiful, my love," he said.
I look at my daughter and kiss her little hand, my princess, my Nadia.
A blonde nurse takes my daughter to bathe, and I'm taken to the room.
I didn't want to be separated from her, but it's necessary.
When I arrive in the room, it's full of pink balloons, and Laura is all excited, wanting to know about Nadia
Cohen is also here; those two are inseparable.
We receive their congratulations, and I anxiously wait for my princess to return to my arms when a different nurse from the one who took my daughter enters with an envelope and hands it to me with a smile.
I look at everyone in the room, mentally wondering which one of them sent this to me, but no one says anything.
Then I open it, startled by the contents of the envelope.
" You took something from me, and now I've taken something from you. I hope you enjoyed the moment with your little one, because it would be the first and the last time. "
It took me a while to understand what those words meant, and when I realized what was happening, I heard a desperate scream:
My daughter had been kidnapped.