Twisted

19

June 1, 1985

Lindsey felt horrible he felt absolutely horrible. They left the garden ball at three-thirty in the afternoon. It was going on 24 hours later and her water still hadn't broken but her contractions were consistent, though stalled. They were every ten minutes apart and they were lasting for about three minutes 

"You've got this angel." Lindsey coos rubbing her bicep. They were laying in bed. Stevie was holding onto him for dear life. Her upper body firmly planted to the bed her arms wrapped around him, one around his neck the other clutching tightly at his shoulder. She was half on her stomach, half on her side her hips were alternating from left to right and up and down and her legs were shifting wildly under the covers as she was crying out. It was one of the strongest contractions she's had and Lindsey was just getting worried about her. He had been on the phone off and on with Dr. Skye. 

"We need something Lindsey." Stevie sniffles once it passes.

"What do you mean we need something?" He questions running her back.

"Something to speed this up, because I can't do this anymore." She wipes her eyes.

"I'll call Dr. Skye." He nods leaving the bed. 

Stevie watched him go down to the little sitting area where the phone was. She listened while he explained what was going on and then she just rolled onto her back and opened up her legs, because that's how you give birth and she was hoping that it would tell her baby to get the hint. 

When Lindsey came back to the bed he looked at her. "We have three options." 

"Oh?" She asks.

"One we can go to the hospital, see how far you're dilated. If you're at or over 5 they can break your water. The second option is we go to the hospital and they check you. If you're under five they can break your water and they'll hook you up to an IV and administer Pitocin which will induce labor." 

"No, absolutely not...I don't want an IV. It's in my birth plan."

"I know, I told her that, so she said we could create our own Pitocin. Or more accurately oxytocin. Your water hasn't broken so there's nothing saying we can't have sex." He explains.

"Lindsey I'm too uncomfortable to have sex." 

"It's what we've got...Steph." He sighs rubbing her stomach. She bites her lip and then she groans and throws her head back her hands clutching at the sheets. She was having a contraction. 

Lindsey made her mind up for her and just smashed his lips to hers. He kissed her through the contraction, he could feel what her belly was doing, and then when it ended he started kissing at her neck and her breathing was picking up for a totally different reason. With his own hand, he started giving himself a hand job and as he moved down to her nipples he sucked and bit and she hissed. Her nipples were sensitive getting to ready to produce milk for her baby that was so totally useless because she wasn't going to breast feed, but Lindsey got to enjoy it as some of the sweet milk escaped. 

"HA...OH CONTRAC-OH GOD LINDSEY-OW-AH." She didn't know what she wanted to feel. She was in pain because of her labor but she was so turned on it was stupid. 

In the height of her contraction Lindsey took that moment to inject her with his package and he hit her cervix hard and he knew he hurt her. 

"That didn't feel right." She gasps.

"I know, I'm sorry. I won't go as hard, don't think about it." He urges. 

He helped her through three separate contractions before she finally brought her feet up to his shoulders. She was finally enjoying herself and the pained moans from her contractions turned into pleasure moans. Some way or another they both were able to finish and when Lindsey pulled out of her, she softened a little bit, before falling asleep. The first time she's slept in hours. 

But it didn't last that long because an hour and a half later she shot up in bed and quickly scrambled out of the sheets. The fastest she's moved in months.

"What?" He asks.

"My water broke. oh my god, my water broke." She gasps as Lindsey finally registers the wet spot on the bed.

"Alright, let's get you in some clothes. as much as I like you naked in my shirt, you can't go to the hospital like that." Lindsey sighs noting that she was literally naked, wearing Lindsey's shirt but they couldn't button over her bump anymore so there was very little to the imagination. 

He helps her into a pair of knee length black maternity palazzo pants, a black and white maternity tank top and a light weight, light pink utility jacket. She slid her feet into her beach shoes, a pair of gold flip flops. He changes his pants and underwear because he was mostly clothed when he fucked her and her juices and his juices were very prominent on his pants. He called Dr. Skye and when he got his instructions they were off. 

As he was helping her into the car, she grabbed his hand and she kissed him. "Let's go have a baby." 

"Yeah let's go have a baby." He nods giving her hand a squeeze and then walking around the car. 

***

They go to the underground entrance and they make it half way to the door, where Dr. Skye and some nurses are waiting for them, When Stevie doubles over with a contraction. Lindsey coaches her through it, rubbing her back and kissing her head and after about five minutes they can continue. 

Upon checking in, Stevie's given a cervical exam and she complains the whole time, squeezing Lindsey's hand and when they tell her she's at seven she bites at them telling them they were NOT to do that again for the duration of her stay at the hospital. One upon entry and then that was it. 

Once she's officially admitted, she changes into the unappealing hospital gown and then she settles back in bed where she's been for 24 hours. This one just wasn't as comfy as her own personal bed.