Filthy Game of the Rich

The Arrival

The baby continued to bore down, moving steadily toward the light of the world outside. Victoria kept her hand in place, ignoring Mailee's cries of pain. She could feel the push and the bearing down of her son, marvelling at the miracle beneath her fingers. This was the moment she had been waiting for—the culmination of all her efforts, the proof that Mailee was nothing more than a means to an end.

With each passing moment, the baby descended further, inching closer to the final push that would bring him into the world. Victoria's heart swelled with a twisted sense of victory. This was her triumph, her proof of power and control. Soon, her son would be in her arms, and Mailee would be discarded, her purpose fulfilled.

The room was filled with the sounds of Mailee's laboured breathing, the steady hum of the midwife's preparations, and the beating of Victoria's heart, faster and more intense with every second that passed. Mailee's face was contorted in agony, her body trembling with the effort of pushing. The contractions were fierce, each one stronger than the last, as her body worked to expel the child.

"Push harder, Mailee," the midwife instructed, her voice cold and clinical. "You're almost there."

Mailee's breath hitched, her body convulsing as she obeyed, bearing down with every ounce of strength she had left. The baby's head slowly began to emerge, stretching her to the limit. Victoria watched with a mix of fascination and impatience, her hands steady as she supported the baby's head.

"You're doing well," Victoria said, though her words were devoid of warmth. "Just a little more."

Mailee's exhaustion was palpable, her body on the brink of collapse. She needed two more pushes to expel the baby completely, but she was nearly spent. They waited for the next forceful contraction, and when it came, Mailee let out a guttural cry, pushing with everything she had.

More of the baby emerged, inch by inch, until finally, with one last push, the baby was free. Victoria caught him, her hands trembling with a mix of triumph and awe. The cries of the newborn echoed through the room, a sharp, piercing sound that filled the space. The midwife moved quickly, opening the door to clear away the evidence of the night's ordeal, but the baby's cries had already escaped.

At that moment, Sebastian entered the house. The sound of his son's first cries reached his ears, and he rushed toward the room, his heart pounding with excitement. Bursting through the door, he found Victoria cradling their newborn, her face a mask of concealed rage. She had been so close to getting rid of Mailee, but now, with Sebastian here, her plans were slipping away.

Sebastian, overwhelmed with joy, barely noticed the tension in the room. He approached Victoria, his eyes filled with tears as he reached for the baby. "He's beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Let's have him checked, just to be sure."

Victoria nodded, though her smile was forced. "Of course," she said sweetly, passing the baby to him. "Make sure he's healthy."

Sebastian exited quickly, the baby held protectively in his arms. As soon as he was out of earshot, Victoria leaned close to Mailee, her voice a venomous whisper. "Breathe a word of this, and I assure you, it won't end here."

Mailee, too weak to respond, could only stare back at Victoria, her mind racing with a mix of fear and resolve. This was far from over.

When Sebastian returned, the joy in his eyes was unmistakable. He walked over to Mailee and gently placed their son on her breast, expecting her to nurse him. "He needs his natural milk," Sebastian said softly, his words a clear signal to Victoria.

As Mailee began to nurse the baby, Sebastian took the opportunity to broach the topic he had been considering. "Mailee should stay on as our son's nurse," he suggested, his tone leaving little room for argument. "She's been through so much, and it's clear she has a special bond with him."

Victoria's jaw tightened, but she forced a smile. "Of course," she agreed, though her heart seethed with anger. "Whatever is best for our son."

Sebastian watched with contentment as their son suckled at Mailee's breast, the sight filling him with a deep sense of peace. "It's wonderful to see him so well taken care of," he said, his gaze never leaving the two of them.

He then called for the physician to check on Mailee, concerned about the early arrival. The physician assured him that everything was fine, and though the birth had been early, their son was of good weight breathing and nursing well without complications.

In the days that followed, Sebastian was ecstatic. He and Victoria discussed names for their prince, finally settling on one that felt right. Sebastian continued to be present for every feeding, and when Victoria was away, he helped himself to some of Mailee's breast milk as well, feeling closer to his son in those intimate moments.

Mailee, despite everything she had endured, was determined to regain her strength and execute her plan. It was clear to Sebastian that she was more motherly and attentive to the baby's needs than Victoria could ever be. The bond between Mailee and the child was undeniable, and Sebastian found himself drawn to her nurturing presence.

As Mailee cared for the baby, her mind never strayed far from the plan she was formulating. She would not be discarded so easily. She had a purpose now, and nothing—not even Victoria—would stand in her way.