Babes Stripping For Love

Seven months later…

Dee seemed to remember on her wedding night when she said that she couldn’t wait to welcome their baby into the world. But as she was in labor, all memory of the sweet dreamy thoughts of welcoming their baby was instantly gone. She was cursing and yelling, telling her Rocco that she was so ready to go home and sleep it off.

“I have been having contractions for eight hours, don’t tell me to fucking relax! And where is Rockford?! Is this baby not important enough for him to be present?! Give me the phone, Rocco! I said give me the damn PHONE!” Dee yelled and her husband winced.

This was not expected.

Dee had heard labor nightmares from her friends, but since she had a very chillax pregnancy, she’d assumed that the baby would give her easy labor too. And damn… she couldn’t be more wrong.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Rockford, where are you? I need my husbands here! I am not delivering this baby without you! I don’t fucking care you’re in the middle of the desert. Get someone to airlift your ass here! Oh fuckkk!… what? Of course I’m not fine! I’m in fucking labor! You would know if you get your lazy ass in here so I can yell at you too!”

“Baby…”

Dee squinted her eyes when she saw Rocco try to calm her down again and the man raised his hand in defeat.

It was another hour before Rockford finally arrived at the hospital. Rocco was standing while Dee had her arms around his shoulder. Her posture leaned heavily toward their husband while he kept on guiding her to breathe.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry I’m late.” Rockford greeted Dee with a kiss on her temple.

“Is that blood? Get change, don’t contaminate our baby with stranger’s blood.” Dee hissed and Rocco shook his head telling him silently not to argue with their wife.

The man stepped outside and quickly grabbed a change of clothes from the back of his car and swiftly changed into his clean clothes. He shoved his dirty ones into the plastic bag along with his apparently blood-stained shoes and changed to his other sneakers that he always kept in the car.

Rockford had hurried himself as he left Ivan in the abandoned factory along with Demyan. They were interrogating a snitch when he received the call. It was Ivan who told him to go to Dee. Giving him his wisdom, telling Rockford the importance of being present for the labor. Explaining to him the consequences, about how the wife is going to hold it above his head for the rest of their marriage days. Knowing how much he loved Dee, Rockford certainly didn’t want that. So he left them and went straight to the hospital.

“Okay, I’m here. Rocco, do you want to take a break? Let me hold Dee. You can get her more iced tea?”

“Yes, yes… more iced tea, be quick. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. The baby doesn’t want to see us.” Dee pouted and let Rockford take Rocco’s place and hold her in his strong arms.

Rocco looked like he had the weight lifted off his shoulder and Rockford knew he needed to thank his husband later. Rocco had been very patient with their wife and he was going to appreciate what he’d gone through in Rockford’s absence. Not that Dee had it easier, he could tell from the lack of her composure that she was getting tired. He wished he could take it all away though he knows that he couldn’t.

“Have I told you that I love you and I am so grateful that you’re enduring this for us. If I can trade places with you, you know I will. I don’t like seeing you this exhausted…” Rockford’s words seemed to settle her and she was getting more relaxed as the man took her in his arms. Rockford wanted to try making her walk around the room, hoping it’d take her mind off the contractions.

When the nurse came and told her to rest back on the bed, she gave Dee an examination. Then, it wasn’t long until they wheeled her into a delivery room. Ice tea was forgotten when both husbands were at her sides, both holding her hands and silently there for her since cheering her to deliver their baby was a big no-no.

Less than two hours later, after treacherous pushing and screaming, their son was born. Dee looked happy and she kissed his tiny knuckles while his lips latched onto her nipple and fed like a pro. Rockford was at Rocco’s side when he watched how his husband was ready to crumble the second Dee handed him their son to hold.

“He’s so tiny. So perfectly handsome.” Rocco sounded overwhelmed and he kissed his forehead before handing the baby to Rockford giving their man time to cuddle their baby, before the nurse took him away to be examined further by the pediatrician.

Another hour passed before they were settled in Dee’s recovery room. They haven’t texted anyone about the birth. Rockford wanted to give Dee time to rest before her friends and family came to welcome their baby into the world.

The next day after Rockford threatened Ivan and Demyan not to inform the wives at least for another twenty-four hours, the doors couldn’t contain the mob wives as they barreled into Dee’s recovery room and with presents and lots of oohs and ahs as they took in their handsome boy. Rockford was going to talk to Ivan about keeping his mouth shut before his wife explained.

“You know I have to keep Ivan cuffed to the bed and interrogate him. I could sense that he was hiding something and when I poked around, I knew it was about Dee. Rockford, you need to learn that there’s nothing we couldn’t get our husbands to confess if we wanted them.” Angelica muttered, as she was to Dee’s side and Emelie was holding their baby.

“Go, wait outside for our men. They’re always uncomfortable around newborns. Something about them being too fragile,” Olga rolled her eyes but continued to fuss with Dee, asking about her health and recovery as she helped her to sit straighter and drink her water.

Mom and Dad arrived after Dee’s friends from Babes visited. They left just before the visitation hours ended.

“Well, at least we got that over with, and having them here is better. That means you can truly rest when you’re settled back at home. We’ll help you with the baby.” Rocco mentioned as he patted their firstborn, rocking him back and forth, trying to get the little bundle of joy to burp. He looked so natural, Dee could look at him all day and be content with her life. Rockford was resting at her side, he was snoring adorably in the uncomfortable-looking chair. The man was tired after his last job with Ivan and Demyan.

When Dee was finally discharged she was ready to sleep in their bed with her two husbands. She missed sleeping with their warmth.

“I love you, little man,” Rockford whispered to their son as he cradled him in his big arms. The baby looked so small as Dee watched them, knowing the little boy would be spoiled by her husbands. With Rocco behind her, wrapping his arms around her, she was feeling cherished. The man kissed the top of her head telling her that he loved her.

Dee was happy. She was finally there. Her own little family. “I love you too.” She took Rocco’s hand to wrap her tighter as they watched their man with their newborn.

-The End-