Jurassic Baby

15

My last day at work was emotional, but I was so glad. I was getting so exhausted at the end of each day and I needed time for small last minute preparations such as packing the hospital bag, buying lots of packs of diapers and assembling all the various toys and accessories we had bought like the high chair and bouncer and indoor play pen. But I generally left that to Owen.

My Mom had gone home on the Sunday and it was emotional. I didn't want her to leave as we had really bonded again and I was happy my Mom was finally as excited as I was. Luckily, we were going to Facetime a lot more and she was going to fly out as soon as I was in labour and we would take it from there. She accepted she may not be here in time for the birth, but she would be here as soon as possible.

Now it was just a waiting game. I was 2 weeks from my due date and the baby was now viable, so the doctor said it could be any time from then on. Owen took this very literally, asking me constantly if my waters had broken when I was peeing, if I was having contractions at every little movement.

Time seemed to go slowly and I grew irritable and bored and exhausted. I had enjoyed most of my pregnancy, but now I wanted nothing more than for the baby to be born and for my body to go back to some sense of normality.

"Why don't you try and sort of induce the labour yourself?" Claire asked me. Barry and Claire had come to visit me after work with Owen and we were getting dinner.

"How can I do that?!" I asked desperately.

"Well, when my Mom had my brother, she ate spicy food, did some gentle exercise, but I think castor oil did it for her. But that's like prohibited now." Barry explained. I bit my lip, contemplating.

"Hey, doesn't having sex start labour?" Owen asked and I grinned.

"That will be no problem." I laughed and Owen winked.

"Ew you guys." Claire groaned but giggled anyway.

"Do you want your niece to get here or not?" Owen said.

"I'm struggling here." I whined.

"Try ordering spicy food." Claire suggested and I did. I got the hottest thing on the menu and I ate it quickly, but after two hours nothing had happened.

"I guess it doesn't work for everyone." Owen said and I sighed.

After Barry and Claire left I was all over Owen.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down!" he laughed, responding to my frantic kisses. I unbuckled his jeans and threw my shirt off. Owen was not moving, just chuckling at me.

"Babe, come on. I want this baby out of me." I pouted. Owen leaned forward and kissed my pout.

"Just slow down, okay. Let me take care of you." he purred and I felt excitement rush through my body. He lay me down on the bed and removed my clothing slowly. He kissed me passionately and kneaded my breast with one of his hands whilst massaging my clit with his other. I arched my back off the bed in pleasure. Pregnancy had made me super sensitive all the time.

"Shit." I moaned, reaching for Owen's un-done belt and tugging his jeans down and his boxers. Owen removed them all the way for me and his impressive length sprung up against his stomach. I reached for it and pumped it slowly and the suddenness made him groan loudly. I removed my hand and grabbed onto his biceps, wanting him inside of me so bad.

He thrust into me once, going quickly, but not too fast. He rocked in and out of me at a medium pace but going so deep. Pleasure rocked my entire body, my orgasm close. I tried to hold it back but I ended up coming first, clenching tightly around his dick. He thrust a few more times before he released inside of me, the slight twitch so familiar to me by now.

"Oh baby it just gets better." Owen moaned as he collapsed beside me. My tired state was getting the better of me and I absent-mindedly reached for him before I drifted into sleep.

I was woken in the middle of the night by the baby kicking and I smiled fondly and rolled over into Owen to go back to sleep, however there was a sudden gushing between my legs and I screamed.

"Shit Rosie?!" Owen sprung out of bed, "What's wrong?! Are you okay?!" he asked.

"My waters have broken!" I squealed, "The sex worked!"

"No they haven't?!" he gasped.

"They have! It's happening! It's really happening!" I said excitedly, climbing out of bed and making a small puddle on the floor.

"Fuck! We need to get dressed! We need to call Claire, we need the helicopter!" Owen was rushing around the bedroom throwing clothes out of drawers and grabbing random items we might need. I reached for the pair of maternity sweat pants and baggy shirt he had thrown me and put them on, watching him put on a sweat shirt and jeans.

"I need my phone, I need to call my Mom." I reached for my phone, but suddenly I doubled over.

"Ahh shit! I forgot about this part!" Owen said, panicking, "come on baby, just breathe deep. You can do this." Owen was rubbing my back as I panted quickly.

"Call... Claire..." I gasped. We needed her to charter the helicopter to get us to the hospital. Masrani was completely allowing us to take it to get to the big hospital on the mainland quickly.

"Right, I'm on it!" Owen said, grabbing his phone and dialling her. Once the contraction passed I began counting the time between the next one. In the meantime, I retrieved my phone from the charger and called my Mom.

"Mmhfph... Hello?" she mumbled sleepily, "Wait, Rosie? Is that you?!"

"Mom, it's time. I'm in labour." I said tiredly, but I still had a smile on my face.

"OH MY GOD! I'M ON MY WAY!" she squealed. I hung up and then called Maria. I had a similar reaction and she agreed to meet Owen at the hospital. I zipped up the hospital bag, breathing through the next contraction and met Owen out on the front porch next to where the copter would be landing to collect us. We could hear it in the distance.

"Are you ready baby?" Owen asked me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I said.

"We're going to be parents in a matter of hours." he said excitedly.

"There's nobody else I'd rather be by my side." I said, snuggling up to his side.

It was almost a cute moment until another contraction ripped through me and I moaned loudly. A vastly different moan to another one I had been doing previously that night...