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Hey All - New story here from marylandavedc and myself. Let us know what you think! biggrin

Not My Boyfriend's Baby

By Brimmingbelly04 and Marylandavedc

"Bye baby," I said, leaning down to kiss my boyfriend's forehead, my low-hanging belly brushing against the mattress.

"Mmm, bye," he said sleepily. "When are you getting back?"

""I should be back in a week, give or take a few days," I said as I straightened up, grimacing softly as my back ached. "Depends on how the meeting goes but I'll keep you posted."

"OK," he nodded as he rolled back over to go back to sleep.

"That was easier than I thought," I said quietly to myself as I closed the door to the apartment.

Normally I would never use a rolling suitcase but now I was very thankful that I'd purchased one. With a little struggle, I got the bag into my trunk and eased myself down into the driver's seat. Soon as I got out of the neighborhood, I'd pull over and take my suit jacket off. I had to make it look like I was really going on a business trip, instead of what I was really doing...

I pulled into the McDonald's parking lot, parked and took off my jacket. I was starving and I had a long drive ahead of me so I got in line for the drive-thru and ordered myself a big breakfast. With bagged food in hand I hopped on the interstate and headed west.

My destination wasn't a business meeting, it was a city way across state, 5 hours away. It also happened to be the place where I got myself into my current predicament...

*****

9 months ago I'd been on a real business trip in said city. The trip had gone well and my coworkers and I hit up a local bar to celebrate. Some of us (me) took the celebrating a little too far and ended up drunk. Very drunk. I started talking to a guy at the bar. He was tall, dark and handsome and in the Army. One thing led to another and we ended up back at my hotel where we got down to business.

Problem was, I had a boyfriend. One who I'd been with for 2 years and I loved. It wasn't an excuse but he'd been deployed in Iraq for nearly 8 months (I have a weakness for a guy in uniform) and I hadn't had any action in that time. I was so horny and unfortunately the alcohol got the better of me. I immediately regretted my actions the next morning, feeling sick to my stomach.

I continued to feel sick to my stomach for the next couple months. Almost every morning like clockwork I'd wake up puking my guts out. At first I thought I had some bug I couldn't shake but after almost 2 months of sickness, I knew something else had to be going on. I made an appointment with my doctor to figure out what was wrong with me.

As I walked into his office, I felt a sense of dread, already knowing that whatever he was going to tell me wasn't going to be good. I'd been sick for so long, something had to be wrong... Could I have cancer? Some strange disease?

Luckily I didn't have to wait long to see my doctor. He knew I was sick because that was the only time I ever came in. We went into an exam room and I told him my symptoms. I was surprised when he asked me to pee in a cup. I went to the bathroom and did as instructed, leaving the sample for the nurse. I went back into the exam room where the doctor and I caught up, making awkward small talk as we waited for the results. After about 10 minutes (the longest 10 minutes of my life) the nurse came back in and handed the doctor the results. He looked over them quickly and nodded his head.

"Just as I suspected," he nodded with a smile. "You're pregnant!"

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated in disbelief.

"Yessir!" He confirmed. "Congratulations to you and your boyfriend!"

Oh my God... My boyfriend... What was I going to do?

My boyfriend wasn't due back home for another 2 months. By that time I'd be almost 5 months pregnant so there's no way the math would compute. Also there was the problem that my boyfriend was white and the guy I'd hooked up with was black so yeah... Just a couple small problems.

I took a few days off work to try and figure out what to do. I knew I wouldn't get rid of the baby - that wasn't an option but I didn't want to lose my boyfriend or tell him what happened. I didn't know if he would forgive me. I didn't expect him to because I couldn't forgive myself and now I had a constant reminder of my indiscretion growing inside of me...

Finally I made up my mind. I would hide the pregnancy from my boyfriend and then when the time came, I'd go on another "business trip", have the baby and give it up for adoption. It sounded like a simple enough plan - I just hoped it would work.

When my boyfriend got back from Iraq it was close to Christmas and I was close to 5 months. He immediately noticed the small but pronounced belly I had, giving it a little rub after he'd hugged me at the airport. I told him that I'd been lonely and taken to eating while he'd been away. Luckily he smiled and told me he thought the extra weight looked good on me.

It was great having my boyfriend back home. We made up for lost time as soon as we got back from the airport, making a beeline for the bedroom. It was the first time we'd had sex in a year and it was incredible. On all fours on the bed, I immediately noticed how fat I'd gotten. I wasn't too big yet but I could feel my belly hanging down from the rest of my toned torso. As he fucked me, my boyfriend reached under and rubbed my belly, once again telling me he liked the extra weight. Though I felt a renewed sense of guilt, as this was the first time I'd had sex since the "encounter", I felt a little relieved knowing my boyfriend didn't mind the extra weight. Hopefully he'd continue not to mind it 'cause there was certainly going to be more to come.

Thankfully we had an unusually cold winter, giving me an excuse to wear extra layers and eat extra heartily. I went to the mall and bought bigger clothes trying to hide my growing middle. Soon though it wasn't just my boyfriend noticing the weight gain but also my coworkers and friends.

I'd always kept in good shape and spent a lot of time at the gym. Before the pregnancy I was pretty lean but well muscled. Now that I was pregnant and my stomach was showing, I made sure to hit the weights extra hard so I could tell everyone I was just trying to bulk up for the summer. The baby was due in mid-April so hopefully I'd get back in shape by the summer so everyone would believe me.

When the cravings came, they were the worst. A couple of guys at the office had been pregnant before and I'd walked by their desks at lunch, watching them pig out on wild combinations of food. They didn't care about how much they stunk up the office eating Indian food and Swedish meatballs (yep all together) or pickled cabbage and a couple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Me on the other hand, I couldn't be open with my cravings and it sucked. I'd have to sneak away from the office or stop at the store on my way home and pig out on strange, smelly food combinations in my car.

Around 7 months, I was on my back, legs up in the air, my muscled arms gripping my knees as my boyfriend fucked me. I kept my shirt on but it clung tightly to my round belly. My belly and pecs bounced up and down at my boyfriend thrust into me.

"Jesus!" He exclaimed. "What the heck was that?!?" He asked, putting a hand on my stomach. The baby had just kicked causing the side of my stomach to push out.

"Just gas!" I said quickly. "We had Mexican for lunch. I think I might've had one too many burritos," I winced as I felt the baby roll inside me causing my whole stomach to shift.

"God!" He said as he continued to thrust, though he slowed down. "That looks like some real serious gas. You wanna stop?"

"No!" I said, shaking my head. "It's OK, I'm fine!"

"OK," he shrugged, picking his pace back up.

By my 8th month I'd really gotten quite a belly. I'd kept up my gym routine though and also put on quite a bit of muscle in my arms, legs and chest. The added muscle on my chest helped hide the fact that my chest was growing, filling up with milk but there was nothing I could do about my nipples getting bigger.

The hardest part of hiding the pregnancy was when I was at home with the boyfriend. Everyone has a natural tendency to relax in their own home, let their stomachs out a little, go around shirtless. I couldn't do that. I had to be especially careful when I was showering. When my boyfriend would come into the bathroom while I was in the shower he could see my figure thru the frosted glass. I could really see how pregnant I was whenever I was naked in the shower. I'd gotten pretty good at hiding my belly with clothes but out of them there was no denying I was very pregnant. At least that's what I thought. I swore there was no way anyone could think I had a beer belly anymore. My stomach was always moving as the baby shifted and kicked inside of me. Sometimes it would look like a ball, other times it looked like an oval as the kid stretched out inside of me. Like I said, to me I looked obviously pregnant but thankfully no one said anything to me. Only one month to go...

Finding clothes that fit was becoming a struggle. I didn’t want to go to traditional paternity stores and buy clothes that would announce to the world that I was pregnant. I also didn't want to come home with a whole new wardrobe and have my boyfriend ask questions. I took to wearing pants fastened below my belly and always wore a suit to work even though I didn't have to. I had to wear them though to hide that fact that all my shirts were getting really tight across my swelling belly.

I went to my doctor for my final exam when I was at 8 and a half months. I'd confessed to him my situation (yay doctor-patient confidentiality) and he got in touch with the hospital across state and a doctor there to let them know to expect me in a couple weeks. He did his exam and confirmed that I had a couple more weeks to go and by his estimate, the baby was healthy 11 lbs. No wonder my belly was so big!

I had to constantly remind myself not to waddle and that was hard. My back was always aching as it arched and pulled forward from the baby and my hands always wanted to go to the small of my back whenever I was walking or upright but that was a dead giveaway that I was pregnant.

Hiding my pregnancy over the next few weeks was especially difficult. As the baby grew bigger and bigger it took its toll on my body. Not only was the weight on my back and feet terrible, but each movement the baby made tormented my internal organs. I'd gotten pretty good at hiding or masking the groans and gasps I'd involuntarily let out whenever the baby would kick or roll around but sometimes I'd let one slip, telling whoever happened to be nearby that I'd just gotten the chills or hit my funny bone or some lame excuse like that. I always wanted to rub my belly to calm the baby or sooth my aching skin. I was always surprised at how much farther my skin could stretch as the kid grew.

Sleeping was becoming difficult as well. During the night I'd have to sneak out of bed to walk around the apartment in order to get the baby to sleep. I suppose I was lucky that it slept during the day but being battered by a squirming large baby at night was terrible.

My due date came and went and there was no indication I'd be delivering soon. My doctor told me that I should plan on taking my "trip" when my belly dropped. Usually that meant labor would be coming within the next couple days.

I was at work when it happened. I'd been sitting at my desk all afternoon except for a couple trips to the bathroom. The urge to pee hit me again so I got up. As soon as I stood I felt my belly drop and I nearly lost my balance and had to grab onto my desk to steady myself. I made it to the bathroom, closed the door and locked it. I turned profile in the mirror and I could see my belly was definitely hanging lower than it had been just a couple hours ago. I did my business and walked to my boss' office and told him I'd need a week off to take care of a family matter. He agreed and I went back to my desk to pack up my stuff.

As I walked into my apartment, it was so hard not to waddle. My belly hung right in front of my crotch now so I walked in with my coat draped over my arm in front of my stomach. I said hi to the boyfriend and then went straight to the bedroom where I changed into some comfy sweat pants and the biggest hoody I had.

Over dinner that night I told my boyfriend that I'd have to go on a business trip the next morning. He wasn't too happy that I'd be gone for a week but I told him it couldn't be avoided.

*****

I made good time and only had to stop once to use the bathroom. I couldn't wait to get to the hotel and get out of the pants that were now way too tight for me. I'd stuffed my suitcase with every pair of sweats and every hoody I had. I was going to be as comfortable as I could be until I had the baby.

I checked into the same hotel I always stayed at when I was in town - the same one I'd gotten pregnant at. Now that I knew I wouldn't run into anyone I knew, I let myself waddle to the room.

I set my suitcase on the bed and quickly undressed. As soon as my pants fell to the ground, my belly dropped a couple inches now that the tight waistband wasn't there to hold it up. I sat down on the bed for a minute in my underwear and looked down at the belly filling my lap. It was big and round and heavy as it sat on my legs. I was lucky to have only developed a few stray stretch marks, which my boyfriend either didn't notice or politely didn't comment on. Then again, maybe he liked those too?

I couldn’t get over how my belly felt. As I touched it, it felt as if the skin could burst open at any second it was pulled so tight over such a heavy, full load. I watched in amazement as I pressed on one side, watching the baby squirm, wiggle and bulge out on the other side of the dome.

I got into my sweats, pulled a fresh T-shirt on and zipped up a hoody over it. I waddled over to the big comfy chair and plopped myself down and watched a couple hours of TV.

I fell asleep in the chair. When I woke up it was dinner time and I was hungry. I debated ordering room service but when I saw what they charged, I decided to go down to the bar and order the food myself.

Normally I'd never leave the house in sweats unless I was going to the gym but I couldn't be bothered to change. I was all the way across state, by myself, about to give birth... Yeah, I'd be that guy eating by himself in the hotel bar in a sweat suit.

I plopped myself down in a booth, grunting as the top of my belly bumped the edge of the table. I spread my legs wide and let my belly drop between them, pretty much hiding it under the table. I glanced over at the bar, shaking my head and cursing myself for getting so drunk there 9 months ago.

The waitress came by and I went to town ordering. I could give birth at anytime now so this could be my last hoorah. I ordered a full rack of ribs, a grilled chicken sandwich and a big, loaded baked potato. The waitress looked at me funny for a second, then shrugged and went off to put my order in.

The food came out quickly and I set to work right away. I didn't care what I looked like, I tucked my napkin into the neck of my T-shirt and started in on the potato, letting out a contented sigh as the starch, butter, sour cream, cheese, bacon and chives hit my mouth. I finished the potato, skin included in record time, pushed the plate aside and pulled the ribs up in its place. The ribs were messy but delicious and I devoured the whole rack. I was just about to start on my sandwich when a voice interrupted me.

"Geez dude! Someone's hungry!"

I looked up to see none other than my hook up, standing next to my table in uniform.

"Wow!" I said, quickly pulling my napkin from my shirt and wiping my mouth. "Hey man!"

"Hey yourself!" He grinned, sitting down at the table across from me. "Can I get you a beer?" He asked. "If I remember correctly, your brew of choice is Blue Moon."

"It is," I nodded with a small smile. "But I'm not drinking tonight."

"Don't want a repeat of last time?" He winked.

"No!" I laughed.

"Shit man! I thought it was pretty good!" He frowned.

"It was," I admitted. "From what I remember. But that can't happen again."

"Oh come on man," he smiled. "What are the chances of running into each other again? I think it definitely calls for round 2!"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "No round 2. But it is pretty incredible to run into you."

"So why no go?" He asked, reaching over the table to stroke my arm. "Didn't I give you enough last time?"

"Oh you gave me enough," I chuckled. "More than enough. But I have a boyfriend. I had a boyfriend then, it shouldn't have happened."

"Oh I didn't know," he said. "I'm sorry. If you want me to leave, I can."

"Well before you do," I said. "I need to tell you something."

Before I could say anything else, the waitress came by and handed me my bill. I quickly pulled out my wallet and handed her cash, telling her to keep the change.

"What's up?" He asked when the waitress had left.

"Looks like you need a refill," I said, nodding toward his empty beer. "Why don't you go get one, you might need it."

"I can always use a refill!" He winked, standing up and heading for the bar.

He was back a couple minutes later with a fresh beer and took a seat.

"Take a sip," I said. He did as he was told.

"So what's up?"

"I'm pregnant," I said, putting it right out there.

"Oh I see," he nodded. "Congrats to you and your boyfriend. That explains the no drinking."

"See the thing is," I began. "It's not my boyfriend's. It's yours."

"What?" He laughed. "No way!"

"It is," I nodded. I proceeded to fill him in on the back story. "So you can see, it's yours," I concluded.

"You don't look pregnant," he said, eyeing me up and down. "If you were pregnant with my baby you would be due..."

"Last week," I finished. "And I'm still pregnant. Help me up," I said, scooting to the edge of the booth.

He stood up and walked over to my side. I stuck out a hand and he took it and helped me stand. My hoody covered belly quickly took up the space between us.

"Oh shit!" He said, eyeing my bulge.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Oh shit."

The poor guy looked confused, scared and in complete disbelief. I suggested he close his tab and invited him back to my room this time only to talk though. He quickly downed his fresh beer and went to the bar to close out. We didn't talk the whole elevator ride up. In fact he didn't say anything until we reached the room but I could see him glancing over at me the whole time, his eyes going straight to my big baby gut.

"So you kept it," he said as he sat down on the bed. I'd taken a seat in the chair.

"Obviously," I chuckled, patting my stomach.

"What are you gonna do with it?" He asked.

"I was planning on giving it up for adoption," I explained. "I didn't think I'd see you again."

"Wow," he said, shaking his head. "This is nuts!"

"Considering the fact that it's your baby too," I started. "If you want it, it's yours."

"I dunno man," he sighed, rubbing his head. "I've always wanted a family but I dunno... This is all so quick."

"I know," I nodded. "You probably have another day or so to decide. I just dropped yesterday."

"So your boyfriend didn't know you were pregnant?" He asked, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Nope," I said, shaking my head.

"Damn!" He laughed. "Is he blind?"

"He might be!" I laughed.

"I dunno how he didn't notice," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I told him while he was away I took to eating to comfort myself," I explained. "Luckily he likes the extra weight."

"But you look pregnant!"

"I know," I nodded. "I started hitting the weights harder at the gym and I told him I was trying to bulk up."

"You succeeded," he laughed.

"So, you want some time to think about it?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "This is a lot to take in. Those beers aren't helping much either," he groaned.

"Give me your number," I suggested. "And when it's time, I'll let you know."

"That sounds like a plan" he nodded. He gave me his number and stood up. "You'll let me know though, right? When you go into labor? Regardless of what I decide I'd like to be there to at least see the baby."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'll let you know."

The next morning I woke up still pregnant. I was on edge knowing that I would be going into labor anytime now. I got dressed, went downstairs and had breakfast and then waddled around the city for a couple hours. I waddled through a downtown park, enjoying the spring air. Now that I was free of my "home town" concerns I didn't hide my waddle at all and let the whole world know I was pregnant. As if they couldn't see...

That night I decided to stay in and ordered a pizza. I ate it in bed in front of the TV, resting a paper plate on top of my stomach. The baby hadn't been moving around much since my belly dropped which I was thankful for. It was so big now that every move it made really reverberated through me.

The room had a nice, large jacuzzi tub so I decided to take a bath. I filled the tub halfway with warm water and added some bubble bath provided by the hotel. I eased myself down into the tub and watched as the water rose higher and higher, covering my belly almost to my popped out belly button.

As I bathed, the baby gave a couple kicks and I felt it make a full turn, which was pretty uncomfortable. I reached down to the bottom of my belly and now felt the obvious shape of the baby's head hanging low. It would be any time now...

After my bath, I threw on another pairs of sweats and waddled into the bedroom. I turned on the TV and dozed a little, waiting to fall asleep.

I was almost asleep when the first contraction came. It started at the small of my back and moved slowly around my belly 'til it met at my belly button. The first contraction was pretty light but it was uncomfortable.

I decided to wait and see before I sent the text. I didn't want to send it too early. It was another hour before I had my next contraction. I had fallen asleep but was awoken by my stomach tightening up. Again I waited to for the next contraction before I sounded the alarm.

I was anxious about delivering but exciting because I knew I was almost done with this crazy ordeal and I could go back to my normal life, with my loving boyfriend. I wished he was there with me but I knew that wasn't possible.

I actually got some rest that night. It wasn't until early in the morning when the contractions really started picking up. Around 6AM they were about 20 minutes apart so I figured I should send the text.

*Hey - it's time. Contractions are 20 minutes apart.

He responded a few minutes later.

*OK. How u holdin up? R u still at the hotel?

*I'm OK. I'm in my room.

*OK I'll meet u there.

20 minutes later, he arrived, just as I was finishing another contraction. I waddled over to the door and let him in. He came in behind me as I set to putting on a shirt and packing up my hospital bag.

"How's it going?" He asked with some concern in his voice.

"OK," I nodded. "Still 20 minutes apart but they're getting stronger," I said, rubbing the front of my stomach.

"I'll take you to the hospital," he said. "I left my car out front."

"Alright," I nodded.

A few minutes later I was ready to go. He took my bag and put his hand on my back, rubbing it as I waddled to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed another contraction hit.

"Oooh!" I groaned, gripping onto the railing. "They're getting closer now!" I said, rubbing big circles on the right side of my belly as my left hand kept its strong grip on the railing.

"Don't worry the hospital's only a few minutes away," he said, rubbing my back a little harder.

I waddled out of the elevator, holding the bottom of my belly with both hands as we headed for the car. He opened my door and helped me in before tossing my bag into the back seat. He rushed around to the driver's side and we were off to the hospital. On the way I called my doctor and let him know what was going on. We ended our conversation with him telling me he'd call the hospital to let them know I was on my way.

It was morning rush hour so it took about 15 minutes to get to the hospital I had another contraction during the ride and he offered me his hand to squeeze. It was a nice relief but I wished my boyfriend was there instead.

When we got to the hospital we parked and he helped me out of the car. I realized that for the first time he wasn't in his uniform, rather just a T-shirt and a tight pair of jeans. I suddenly realized what a big, muscular guy he was. No wonder the baby was so big!

We checked in at the desk and had to wait a few minutes before we got a room. As we waited I checked my phone and saw a text from my boyfriend.

*Hey Babe - I love you. I hope you have a great day today. Good luck with everything!

"Good luck with everything!" If he only knew! I felt so guilty I was tempted to call him right then and tell him everything but another contraction hit, distracting me. I threw my phone back in my bag and worked to pant through the pain.

Finally an orderly came around with a wheelchair. I gladly took a seat and was wheeled back to a private room. When we got to the room the orderly and my hookup helped me out of the chair belly first and the orderly handed me a gown. I waddled into the bathroom to change and came out in just my socks and the gown, holding it closed over my belly.

He helped me onto the bed and then sat in a nearby chair as we waited. A short while later the doctor came in and gave me an exam. The doctor felt around my belly, placing a palm at the bottom of it where the head was and commented on the ‘nice size’. Next he got me situated in the stirrups and went to work between my legs. He told me I was only 5CM dilated so I still had some time to go. As he left, the doctor encouraged me to walk around, telling me that might help the labor progress.

I asked my hook up to get my hoody out of my bag and he did. Though I was sweating, I didn't want to walk around the halls in just the hospital gown. He stayed by my side as I waddled slowly up and down the hallway of the maternity ward.

We'd just made it back to my room when my water broke all over the floor. It totally soaked the back of my gown and the front of his jeans as he'd been standing close behind me when it happened. The orderly came back into the room and cleaned up the mess then gave me a fresh gown and him a clean pair of scrubs to change into.

The hook up went off to change in the bathroom while the orderly helped me into my new gown next to the bed. The orderly helped me back onto the bed and got my legs up in the stirrups so the doctor could check me again. I was glad that the orderly had draped a blanket over my legs so all my business wasn't hanging out for the hook up to see. I know he'd already seen it but this time was a little different...

He came out of the bathroom in his scrub pants and I couldn't help but smirk. I could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear. He sat back down next to my head as the doctor came back in. The doctor pulled off the blanket and did another exam. I felt him prodding and pushing against my opening. He came up from between my legs and told me that I was at 8CM. Only 2 more to go...

"So," I began once the doctor left the room. "It's almost time."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Have you given any thought to what you wanna do?"

"I feel like that's all I've been thinking about," he chuckled.

"Well?" I asked.

'I've always wanted a kid," he admitted. "But I dunno," he sighed. "I just found out I was havin' one like 2 days ago!"

"I know," I nodded. "No pressure from me but just know I'm not keepin' it."

"I know," he nodded.

"Oh man!" I groaned. "Here's another one!" I said, looking down at my belly and watching it contract. "Oooh! Fuck!" I panted.

"Damn!" He said as he watched my belly warp and contract. "Does it hurt?"

"A little!" I nodded.

"You're doing a real good job," he said, rubbing my shoulder.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"I can't believe I'm 'bout to have a baby," he sighed.

"Does that mean you want to keep it?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I can't let it go like that now that I know."

"Good," I nodded. "I'm glad something good came out of this. When I saw you again and I told you, I was really hoping you'd make this decision."

"It's gonna be a big adjustment," he admitted. "But my mama lives nearby. She'll help me out."

"Have you told her yet?"

"No!" He laughed. "I did buy a bassinet though."

"That's a good first step," I laughed. "Your poor mom though!"

"She'll be OK," he shrugged. "She'll be so happy to have a grandchild."

"Fuck!" I groaned, gripping onto my stomach. "Another one already?" I cried.

"It's only been a couple minutes," he noted. "Maybe I should get the doctor?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I feel like I gotta push!"

He quickly got to his feet and went into the hallway to find the doctor. While he was gone another contraction hit. I was in the middle of panting through it, rubbing wide circles over the sides of my clenching belly when he returned with the doctor in tow. The doctor looked a little frustrated probably assuming I wouldn't really be ready to push yet. He eased my legs back into the stirrups and checked me again.

"Well look at that!" He said as he felt around. "You're ready to push!"

He pressed a button next to the bed and an orderly came into the room. They both hiked my gown up over top of my belly. The doctor gave me some quick instructions, the most important of which were for me to start pushing on the next contraction.

I got myself ready, scooting up a little, ready to grab onto my knees. I gave the hook up a nervous smile as he sat glued to the chair next to me eyes getting wide. I was nervous but excited at the same time.

When the next contraction came, I grabbed onto my knees, curled my chin to my chest and bore down. I immediately felt the baby move a lower inside of me, its head inching closer to my opening. I pushed under the orderly reached "10" and then collapsed back against the bed, taking in deep breaths. So far, so good. It hurt but it wasn't as painful as I'd imagined.

After 30 minutes of pushing, I could feel the baby's head pushing against my opening. It was rubbing on my prostate, brushing against it as it moved forward then slipped back with each push and I had a huge boner. It stood as straight up as it could, rubbing against the bottom of my belly, dripping copious amounts of pre-cum.

"One more push and the head will crown!" The doctor announced.

With the next contraction I pushed hard. I cried out loudly as the baby's head opened me up wide. At my sound of pain, the hook up jumped to his feet and was at my side, reaching for my hand. I squeezed it hard as I pushed his baby's head from my body, grunting as I opened wider and wider to pass it.

Finally I felt some relief as the baby's head slipped free of my tight hole. I leaned back against the bed, gasping for breath as I waited for the next contraction.

"Do you want to come see?" The doctor asked him.

He looked at me nervously and I nodded. I wasn't crazy about him seeing what was going on with me down there but he deserved to see his child being born.

"Oh wow!" He said as he looked between my legs. "It's got hair!"

"A nice head of it!" The doctor agreed. "A nice big head. A few more pushes and you'll have your baby!"

"A few more?" I groaned.

With that he was right up by my head. "You're doing such a good job," he said, grabbing a towel and wiping off my sweaty forehead. "You're almost done."

With his encouragement, I bore down extra hard on the next contraction. It hurt so bad as the baby's shoulders pushed against my opening I couldn't even scream out loud, my mouth just contorted in pain. The doctor called him down between my legs for him to catch the baby. It took four pushes before I got both shoulders out. Once I had, with the doctor's instructions he reached under the baby's arms and gently pulled it out.

I was completely spent and collapsed back onto the bed, closing my eyes, so glad it was all over as a flurry of activity took place between my legs. The doctor took the baby and the orderly handed my now "baby daddy" a pair of scissors to cut the cord. I felt the cord drop against my ass and was a little grossed out but I was so tired I couldn't really care.

As the orderly and doctor cleaned and weighed the baby, I felt the need to push again. I called out and let the doctor know and he was back in a flash between the stirrups, helping me pass the placenta. He reached up and pushed on the top of my squishy stomach, helping me force the after birth out. With two pushes the mass was expelled and I closed my eyes again, eager for some rest.

I was gently woken a little later by my baby daddy. He had a bundle in his arms and lowered it down for me to see.

"Say hello to Tiffany," he smiled. "My daughter."

"She's gorgeous," I smiled tiredly.

"12 lbs, 1 oz.," he announced. "Big girl!"

"Who you tellin'?" I chuckled.

I spent that night in the hospital. He stayed in the room with me, sleeping on a roll away the orderly brought in. The next morning the doctor gave me a final exam and told me I was good to go. He also gave the all clear to Tiffany.

I took a long shower before I left, looking down at my mushy, deflated stomach. The doctor told me it would start to firm back up in a couple days but I'd probably have a belly for the next few months.

As I packed my bag up, he came back into the room with Tiffany in his arms.

"Well we're ready to go home now," he said, not taking his eyes off his daughter. "Do you need a ride back to the hotel?"

"No, I'll get a cab," I said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Go take your little girl home."

"Thank you," he said, finally breaking his gaze and looking at me. "You just gave me the most incredible gift."

"I'm glad I could," I smiled. "Take good care of her."

"I will," he nodded. "I've got your number. I'll send you pics."

"I'd like that," I smiled.

I caught a cab back to the hotel. I was still sore but considering I'd just given birth to a 12 lb baby, I was doing OK. I spent two more days at the hotel, sleeping a lot and recovering.

Three days after giving birth I decided to go home. The doctor was right, my belly had already started to firm up and was much smaller than it had been in months but it was still there. I sent my boyfriend a text and let him know I'd be home that evening.

I took a shower and got dressed in the suit I'd worn on the way here, this time though it fit much better. After I checked out, I stopped by the bar and had a drink, enjoying the slight buzz my first taste of alcohol in months gave me. I looked around the bar and made a pact with myself to find a new hotel the next time I came to town. I wasn't gonna press my luck here anymore.

As I pulled into my complex, I'd never felt happier to be home. I grabbed my bag out of the trunk and this time was able to carry it up to the apartment.

I unlocked the door and was surprised to see the hallway lined with candles, rose petals scattered over the floor. I followed the petals into the living room where my boyfriend was sitting expectantly on the couch.

"Hi baby!" He grinned as he saw me. He stood and came over and gave me a big hug and kiss.

"Hi hun!" I smiled into his kiss. "I missed you. What's all this?" I asked, looking around at all the flowers and candles.

"Well," he said. "I just love you so much," he said, pulling away a little so he could look at me. "We've been together two great years..."

"Yeah?"

"And you make me so happy," he continued. "And I hope that I make you half as happy as you make me."

"You do," I nodded, leaning in to kiss him.

"So," he said, getting down on one knee, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. "Will you marry me?" He asked as he opened the box, showing me a stunning ring.

"Baby!" I gasped. "Yes!" I nodded. "Of course!"

He slipped the ring on my finger and smiled. He stood up and we kissed passionately as he pulled me tight against him.

"I think you lost weight babe," he said, reaching down to rub my smaller stomach.

"I did," I nodded, doing my best to hide my smirk. "I worked out a lot during my trip."

"How was the trip? I didn't even ask you!"

"It went well," I nodded. "Much better than I expected."

"Good!" He grinned. "I love you," he said, kissing me again.

"I love you too," I replied, kissing him back.

"I know this might sound a little insensitive since you just started losing weight, but I've been thinking..."

"Yeah?" I asked, nibbling on his neck.

"Mmm... I want to have a baby," he announced.

"A baby?" I asked, pulling back to look at him.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I started thinking about it when you gained the weight. You kinda looked like you were pregnant, especially these last couple months," he said. "And it got me thinking. Now that we're engaged, why not start a family?"

"Right now?" I asked.

"Whenever you're ready," he smiled. "We've got the rest of our lives together but I'd love to start soon. Or at least start trying!" He winked.

"Mmm," I cooed into his ear. "Someone missed me didn't they?"

"Yeah," he nodded. He looked so cute.

"Let's go try right now!"

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loved it __________________

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fantastic story __________________

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Awesome story loved it =D __________________

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I hope a sequel is in the works!!! __________________

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Great story. I hope there is a sequel to this. __________________ If life didn't give you lemons, then you failed at it D:

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