Good Love (Sequel to Chance Meeting)

Fourteen

Five more hours passed, and Bobby was really starting to kick himself as he did what he could for his wife. Seeing her in this amount of agony–even when she was guzzling an herbal tea she'd given Zoe written instructions on how to make–was slowly killing him. Her labor stalling out a couple hours ago just as the Sun came up good and was more than a soft glow over the horizon wasn't helping how either of them, especially her, felt.

        Dr. Kenda and her colleagues were currently discussing how they could possibly jumpstart her labor again in the kitchen. Trying to get her to relax and walking around the house and back yard wasn't really working, and neither was a bit of light aerobics in the pool. Pitocin wasn't an option without going to the hospital and being admitted, which Aerin still vehemently refused to do.

        As the quartet of women came back into the living room, the young mama-to-be gave them all–especially her husband–more than a bit of a surprise. Once she was between contractions and wouldn't hurt him, she reached over to where he was sitting beside her and grabbed him by the crotch. She didn't seem to care that Zak and Zoe were also present as he gasped and jumped, then let out a soft moan as she started to knead him like a Cat. Bobby managed to look down at her, trying to fight popping a boner since he didn't know what the fuck she was up to.

        "Da fuq're ya doing, sweetheart?" he asked, grinding his teeth as he put up that fight since his older kids were in the room.

        "There's...something...we haven't...tried," Aerin growled.

        "Seriously?" the bassist asked, surprised as she squeezed him again.

        "Mmm, hmm," she hummed, nodding against his chest.

        "Actually, that might be the best idea yet," Dr. Kenda spoke up.

        "Then explain it to me, 'cuz I'm not getting it," Bobby chuckled, even as he squirmed slightly.

        "Bringing her to orgasm, provided her pain allows it, can certainly help jumpstart her labor," she explained. "Those mild contractions can and usually will help start labor, if it hasn't already, or get the contractions to pick up again, if it has."

        "And the testosterone of the father's can add to that effect," Kelly agreed with a nod.

        "So, win-win all around," the bassist chuckled. "We get this over with, if it actually jumpstarts her labor, and I get one last round before I'm stuck fuckin' a meat grinder for six weeks."

        Nobody in the room could help a laugh at that, even his wife.

        "Yeah, that's pretty much the basic gist of it," the OB/GYN laughed.

        "Then Zak and Zoe need to clear out," Bobby said with a grin. "I'm not even gonna try to get her upstairs right now, but I wanna put this theory to the test."

        The siblings both cracked up, but still hauled ass for the back yard since taking a dip in the pool sounded a lot better than watching and/or listening to their dad have sex.

        "We're gonna clear out, too," Jasmine giggled. "We'll be in the kitchen, though, so just yell for us when you're ready for us to come back in."

        Flashing a thumbs-up, the bassist let Aerin's gentle squeezing start getting to him, and he couldn't help a soft growl. If putting her through another romp actually worked and it jumpstarted her labor, he'd do just that before he ran upstairsta grab something. He didn't normally like doing so anymore, but he'd pop a Viagra so he could keep going for hours, if he needed to and it meant these babies arrived healthy sooner rather than later.