Kinsley's Affection (Kingston Spin-off #4) ✔️

Chapter 10

**(Edited)**

Kinsley's POV

I'm crying my eyes out as Savannah's screams fill the hospital room. She's wailing her little lungs out as I have tears roll down my cheeks. She's so perfect, and they wrap her in a blanket before putting the big bow on her head as I smile. She's perfect, in every way, she's perfect.

"Let me hold her please." I demand moving to the nurse as she hands me my beautiful baby. She's beautiful, she's a splitting image of me. The only thing that looks like Travis is her dark brown hair color, everything else is mine.

"She looks just like you." Travis whispers rubbing her little butt as he stays beside me. He watched the whole thing, and he held my hand and told me he loved me so much when he cut the cord and watched Savannah enter the world. I know he respects me so much more now that I've been through labor, something so painful that I never want to experience it again. He deserved to be here, even if we aren't getting along.

I was in labor for two days. Two whole days, I knew she wasn't going to be quick coming out because my contractions were so far apart but I refused medication and told the doctor I was delivering her as natural as possible. I didn't have an epidural and I didn't have anything to make the labor quicker, I had to be the only one delivering my baby girl.

"She's so perfect." I whisper as I rub her little head and she stops crying. I wipe my tears as I rub her cheeks and little brown splotch of hair on her head. Travis rubs both sides of my her legs as I grip her into my arms. I don't let go of her for thirty minutes as I watch her, and make sure she's okay. It's an hour before Travis even touches her, and when he does, I can't help but smile. He looks so softened by our little girl in his arms. He rubs her butt as she wiggles her little toes at him and he smiles holding her.

"She was early, is she okay?" I ask as the doctor examines me fifteen minutes later. Savannah was premature by a few weeks and that makes me worried.

"She's fully developed, my guess is that the radiologist might have not seen how developed she was. She's actually thirty nine weeks, she's perfectly fine dear. You both make a beautiful baby girl." She tells me as a sigh of relief hits my chest.

"Do you care if the family comes in?" The nurse asks me after I'm cleaned up and they completely clean and change my clothes. They even wash my whole body for me, including my still aching vagina, that will never be the same. I'm tired, but more than anything I'm exhausted. I know they want to see her though and I can't keep them away.

"No, no, they can come in just give me twenty minutes." I tell her as I adjust my hair and wash my face before she can let them in. I don't want to look to rough, and I know I don't have any makeup on, and I probably look horrible but I just delivered a seven pound and eleven ounce little girl. Travis tells me to move up as he sits behind me and wraps his arms around me. He holds me into his chest as he whispers that he loves me into my ear. He hands me Savannah as I hold her into my arms and he rubs my shoulders.

I just feel bad about everything that's happened between us, and on the day that our daughter is born. I know I'm hormonal, and I feel bad now. I should have never told him I didn't like having sex with him because I do, I love watching him feel that way, but I want to feel it too.

"Travis I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I love you and I don't want us to fight, but I haven't been happy. Sex isn't fulfilling, and it's just not there." I whisper softly. One thing that five years has taught me is to talk to my husband, but it's hard when communication is only one way. We've been through tougher situations than this, last year-, last year I found him watching porn and it broke my heart. I felt like I wasn't fulfilling him as a wife, and after I talked to him about it, he said he just didn't enjoy us anymore. So we tried to step up our sex life, but it didn't work. That's when we decided to get pregnant with Savannah, hoping she would fix us.