The Baker, Part 2: Sous Chef

Chapter 12

"Ben!" Cassie called from the shower. She could hear her husband's large footsteps running up the stairs. "Baby," he said as he came into the bathroom, "are you alright?" She sighed as she told him, "Yeah, I just...um..."

Ben peaked his head in and quirked an eyebrow. "Yes?" He asked. She sighed, then said, "I'm having...troubles." He looked down at the razor she was twirling in her fingers. "You can't reach, can you?" He said with a smile. 

Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head. "I'm due next week and I don't want to spread my legs with a big bush down there, you know?" Chuckling, he said, "Give me a second." His head disappeared from the shower. A few moments later, he came in naked as the day he was born. 

"Sit down," he instructed as he took her razor from her. She sat down on the tiled shower bench and leaned her back against the wall. Ben knelt down in front of her as the water hit his back. He grabbed her sharing cream, then said, "Spread them for me"

She spread her legs and he put the shaving cream on her. Very carefully, he started shaving her. Cassie had to bite her lip every time she was afraid he was going to cut a part that would be...very painful. Too painful to even think about. 

"I've let you shave my face a hundred times," he informed her as he gave her a smile. "I don't think you understand how nerve-wracking it is when you put that razor near my throat." She let out a nervous laugh, then said, "Oh and having a razor near my clit is not?"

He thought about that for a second, then said, "You're right. Sorry." He rinsed off the razor, then continued. Once he was finished, he placed a kiss on her folds, causing her to gasp. He chuckled, then said, "I'll get your legs, too while we're at it." 

He carefully shaved her legs, making sure he didn't cut her when he got to her knees. When he was done, he kissed up and down her legs. "All done, mummy," he said with a smile. She smiled back and said, "Thank you, hun. I already feel better. Fresher." 

Ben chuckled, then stood up. "Come on, baby, let's get you two to bed." She took his hands and he helped her up. He turned off the water, then stepped out of the shower with her. He wrapped her in a nice, fluffy robe and led her into the bedroom. 

"Oil tonight, darling?" He asked as he got re-dressed. She shook her head and told him, "Not tonight. I'm really tired." The disappointment in his eyes could not be missed. "Oh fine," she said. He let out a small "yes" and opened the night stand, while she opened her robe. 

He started rubbing the oil on her stomach with a smile. "I can't wait to see this little one, Cass. Bloody hell, I'm so excited!" Cassie laughed and ran her hand over his cheek. "You're so adorable," she giggled. "I can't wait to see you with them." 

Turning his head to the side, he placed a kiss on her hand and said, "I can't wait till you get rid of that damn body pillow and I cuddle up to you again." After a moment, he finished up and wiped his hands on a towel. 

"Do you need anything, baby?" He asked as she slipped on the shirt he handed her and pulled up a pair of panties. "No, I'm fine," she told him. He got into bed, then watched as she put her body pillow on the floor. "What are you doing?" He asked. 

She opened her arms and said, "Offering up a cuddle." He had the biggest smile on his face as he scooted into her arms. He put one hand protectingly on her stomach and the other around her back as her arms wrapped around him. 

"Anytime now," he sighed happily into her chest. She kissed his head, then told him, "It'll be time before we know it." 

**

Ben hissed and ran his finger under some cold water. This is the third time this morning he's burnt himself. He's trying to make Cassie pancakes made from scratch, like she does for him all the time, but it's not working too well. 

Today was their one year anniversary. 

He wanted to do something special, but only came up with this. He wanted to take her to Paris or Rome, anywhere she wanted, but he'll have to save that for their second anniversary since she can't travel. He would have showered her with food and gifts, anything she wanted. 

But he was showering her with horrible tasting pancakes, a dozen roses that sat on the table, and all the love he could possibly give her for becoming his wife and making him a father. He is willing to do anything she wants to do. Today was all about her. 

"Son-of-a-bitch," he muttered when the pancake badder came out completely solid, rather than creamy. With an exasperated sigh, he tossed the badder, grabbed his motorcycle keys and headed out, riding as quickly as possible so he could be back in time for Cassie to wake up. 

When she did, she came downstairs to the dining room table set up with bagels and oatmeal. But not just any bagels and oatmeal. "Are these from my competitors, Mr. Cumberbatch?" She asked. Ben came out from the kitchen with a small smile and said, "There not your competitors anymore, Mrs. Cumberbatch. Happy Anniversary, baby."

He placed a kiss on her lips as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I attempted to make your world famous pancakes, but that failed miserably and I kept burning my fingers." He brought up his hand and Cassie looked at the burn marks. 

"My poor Benny," she softly cooed. She placed a few kisses on the fingers he burned, as he smiled adoringly at her. "The bagels look delicious, though." He hummed, then said, "You look delicious, darling." 

He dipped his head down and peppered some kisses on her neck, as he ran one hand over her belly and put the other around her waist. "Ben," she giggled, "come on I'm getting--oh!" She pushed him away and put her hands over her stomach. 

Ben looked at her in shock. "Shit," he said "what did I do?" She shook her head and told him, "It wasn't you. Oh, God, Ben...I think it's time." Now he was in complete shock. It's happening? Now?  "Are - are you sure?" He stuttered. "It's not false contractions?"

"I mean, it could be--ow! No, no they're not! This is real, Ben!" Another one hit her, and then another, causing her to eventually scream out. Ben quickly led her to sit down at the table. "Alright, I'm going to go grab the bag and we're going," he quickly assured her. 

He ran upstairs, two at a time. When he got to the bedroom, he got to the closet and grabbed the packed bag. As he ran back downstairs, he called his parents. "Mum, dad it's time," he said as he grabbed his keys. He ran into the dining room and got Cassie. 

"We're heading there now, do you think you can call Cassie's mum for me?" He helped her up and walked her to the car. As he got her in, he said into the phone, "Alright, we'll see you then." He hung up, then shut the door and rounded the car. 

He drove as quickly and safely as he could. "Hang in there, baby," he said as he took her hand. "Christ, I can't believe this is happening. Oh my God, it's suddenly hitting me." He started to feel dizzy and took several deep breaths. 

"Please don't pass out on--shit!" Another contraction hit her and she squeezed his hand tightly. She was starting to sweat through her clothes. "Drive faster," she panted. Ben gave her hand a squeeze. "I'm trying, love, we're almost there." 

Another contraction hit and she screamed, "Drive faster, goddammit!" Ben grunted at how tight she gripped his hand. "I am not risking the life of my wife and child right now!" He yelled at her. "Look, it's right there, for God's sakes!" 

As soon as he said that, he felt awful. He needed to keep his temper at bay because she's going to scream at him a lot for these next several hours. He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. "Sorry, baby, I'm sorry. I love you and I'm sorry and I promise I won't yell at you again."

She wasn't paying attention. She was too busy trying to not give birth in the car! Suddenly, her eyes blew wide and she looked over at Ben. He gave her a double take, then looked to the road. "What?" He asked. 

She looked down at her soaked sweatpants and said, "My water broke."