“Vagina,” she said with a growl as I continued to play.

“Are you a doctor?”

“I’m going to kill you.” She moaned in frustration. “Quit fucking around.”

“That’s my girl. Use your words, Farrah.”

She screeched in frustration as I pulled my fingers away, and the hand resting above her head gripped the sheets. “My cunt!”

“God, that dirty mouth is sexy,” I said, scooting up her body until I was braced above her and pushing inside.

Then I saw her face more clearly. “Aw, don’t cry, baby. What’s wrong?”

Tears were running over the bridge of her nose and dripping onto the sheet under her.

“I’m frustrated,” she said, then sniffled, arching into me. “Stupid fucking hormones!”

“I was just teasing, Ladybug,” I murmured, leaning down to run my lips over the eyelid I could reach as I started to thrust.

“I know. Ah, harder,” she demanded.

Leaning back up so I had some leverage, I slammed in harder, trying not to worry that I’d hurt her. She’d tell me if something hurt, right? Yeah, she’d tell me. And, fuck, I didn’t want to stop, she felt so good.

As I watched, her face flushed and her eyes closed. She was concentrating hard, trying to get there, but I knew she wouldn’t. She needed my hand for that, and I wasn’t ready to let her come yet. I started thrusting in short jabs, my eyes locked on the way her tits bounced up and down, and almost paused as her pussy started tightening around my cock in pulsing waves.

Holy shit.

Her moan was high pitched and sounded almost painful as she came around me.

I couldn’t stop my orgasm. The surprise of hers and the way her muscles gripped me pulled me right over the edge.

Well, shit. That had never happened before.

“Good Lord.” She groaned as I panted above her, not ready to pull out quite yet. “I take it back, these pregnancy hormones are the shit.”

“You think you’re in labor yet?” I asked, leaning down to rest on my forearms above her so I could reach her lips.

“Nope,” she answered against my mouth.

“We’ll just have to try again.”

“Damn right,” she said with a tired smile.

Chapter 39

Farrah

After two days of reconnecting with Cody, I went into labor.

I don’t think the sex worked, but the relaxed state of my body probably helped.

It took ten hours from start to finish, and most of those hours were spent walking the maternity floor. So. Very. Boring. Then after getting an epidural—I was no masochist—just fifteen minutes of pushing like my life depended on it and she was there.

My room was full of people, including two nurses, the doctor, Gram, Cody, and Callie. But when they placed my baby on my chest for the first time, everyone else faded away.

She was bald as a cue ball, covered in nasty white gunk, her skin all red and wrinkled. Perfection.

“You did good, Ladybug,” Cody murmured, covering my hand on her back with his own.

“I pretty much rocked it.” I nodded, sniffling.

The entire room burst into laughter, and I closed my eyes to take it in. I was done. After months of waiting and impatience, she was finally there.

“You’re not done yet, Mama,” the doctor reminded me, pulling me out of my bliss. Crap.

Cody cut the cord connecting us, and he didn’t leave her side as they took her to the side of the room as I finished pushing out all traces of my pregnancy. It was seriously unpleasant.

“Six pounds, eight ounces!” Cody called excitedly.

“We’re gonna go outside and give you guys a little time,” Gram said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “You did real good. Way better than Callie.”

“Hey! Extenuating circumstances! My guy wasn’t there!” Callie argued with a smile, bumping her hip against Gram as she leaned down to give me a hug. “She’s gorgeous,” she whispered in my ear. “Nice work.”

When it was just me and Cody, I scooted gingerly to the side of the bed so he could sit with me. They’d piled shit under me while I was laboring, and like magic, had whisked it all away when I was done, leaving me on clean sheets. Those nurses knew what they were doing.

“She looks like you,” I murmured as he handed her to me.

“Yeah.” His voice was barely audible as he watched her. “She’s got your eyebrows, though.”

I searched her face, almost completely devoid of any eyebrows. “How do you know? You can barely see them.”

“God wouldn’t saddle a girl with these things,” he replied seriously, making me smile.

“I can’t believe she’s finally here.”

“Me either. We should probably name her,” he reminded me.

We hadn’t talked about it, even though people had been asking us her name for months. I didn’t know why he’d never brought it up, but I’d been too nervous. It had felt like I’d be jinxing her or something if I named her before she was born. Like tempting fate.

“I want to name her after Gram,” I said.

“Yeah?”

There was a knock on the door, and both of us looked toward it as it opened a few inches.

“Can I come in?” Slider called quietly.

He’d been cool, showing up at the hospital after news had spread around the club. He hadn’t bothered me, or got in my face, but he’d spent the entire ten hours in the waiting room with Vera and other club members.