HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Process

Day after day, month after month passed, I passed through these good times with great happiness and a sense of haru.

How not, my life is now almost perfect, have good parents and in-laws and love me, have a husband that is so uwwu, even if I explain to uwwuannya, he said, then a chapter of a novel story will not be able to express everything about it.

Now, my pregnancy has entered 9 months, today is the last day I should come to the hospital to check to make sure again when the little one is ready to be born.

"How, Doc?" I asked Doctor Daren, the man looked seriously at the monitor screen displaying my USG results.

"Very good, it seems to be just waiting for the day, sister," replied Dr. Daren. That is, since the last few months the handsome doctor who had married me called me brother-in-law, although I repeatedly forbade him but he still like that, he still like that, but he already knew how jealous my husband was when he heard he called me brother-in-law.

"The position of the baby is ready to be born, we just wait for him to give signs, normal fetal weight and amniotic fluid is still good, we just wait," he continued. My husband listened carefully.

Seen on the monitor screen that my little baby was inserting his thumb finger into the mouth, he seemed to smile as he continued to move, his feet gently kicking my stomach.

Mommy can't wait to carry you, son.

"About I could give birth normally, Doc?" my many.

"It's very possible, brother. Your weight, your health condition and your baby are very good, just keep everything until the day of labor arrives, then with the baby ready to be born, your body will also be ready to accept the process," said the doctor.

After a long examination, finally my husband and I were escorted by doctor Daren to see a female doctor who also works as an obstetrician, because he will handle my labor later.

The female doctor was deliberately prepared because my husband did not want my labor to be handled by male doctors, including Daren. The medical personnel who will help me during the labor process are also all women.

A request that inconvenienced many parties, but it was all because he did not want any other men to touch me excessively, annoying.

"If I had known, I might have been going to college in obstetric medicine, so that my wife would not be held by another man" my husband said at the time.

He was so worried when the doctor explained how the labor was done normally, and he refused to let any male doctor see my sensitive area.

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A week after our visit to the hospital, the signs of birth were not so visible, only the false contractions occurred with a short duration and very rarely, I began to fear and worry.

"Honey, why isn't our little baby out yet?" I complained when I came out of the bathroom. Yes, I can go back and forth to the bathroom to urinate more than 20 times a day.

"Patience, Honey. Maybe it's not time yet" my husband said calmly. He immediately embraced my body and invited me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"His little angel daddy is still at home inside, huh. Look, mommy can't wait for you" my husband said, stroking my big belly.

Every time my husband invited him to chat, he always responded by gently kicking my stomach.

"Please call Daren's doctor, Honey. I'm afraid that something will happen if the day of birth passes the estimated period of birth" I asked.

"Well, whatever you want can make you happy, baby," she replied, kissing my cheek.

She grabbed her phone on the table and immediately called the doctor as I requested, she explained my complaint and my anxiety.

"What's? you sure it'll work?" ask my husband, I don't know what the doctor is telling him.

"Alright, Ren. Thank you, sorry to bother you all night" my husband said before he hung up.

After putting her phone back on the table, she came up to me.

"How's it?" my many.

"Said Daren, there is one powerful way to provoke contractions and open the birth canal," said my husband, his face looking tense and slightly holding a smile.

"How is it?" manya curious.

"I'll practice it right away" he replied excitedly.

He carefully laid my body on the bed, my feeling was already bad.

"What do you want, Honey?" I said as the burly man began to unbutton the pajamas I was wearing.

"Belp you, dear."

"Help me, help what?"

"You said you wanted our little baby to be born soon, I'll help you speed up the process" he said with a happy smile.

Although in the condition of my large stomach, I never refused if he wanted his right, only we did it very slowly and carefully, including shortening the duration of play so that I was not too tired.

"I'll do it slowly, just say if anyone gets sick, honey," he said as he began the action. I just nodded.

This long night we passed by sharing sweat together, not once did he make me less comfortable in doing sports even though my stomach is in great condition.

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This morning the contractions came back, but with a higher level of pain and an almost frequent duration.

I lay on the mattress while holding back the stomach cramps that came and went all of a sudden.

"Darling, does it still hurt?" ask my husband, I nodded.

He painfully massaged my back to help relieve the pain, but this time the pain did not go away as easily as usual.

"Why isn't the pain gone, honey?" I'm shaking.

I don't know why suddenly my bed is wet, when I'm not urinating, and where maybe I'm wetting recklessly.

"Well, what is this, honey? you why?" my husband asked in panic, I just focused on the pain in my stomach so as not to answer him, but he immediately ran and shouted at the door of the room calling Salimah.

"Calm, relax. I'm going to call the doctor" said my husband, Salimah apparently running to me.

"Oh my God, Miss. This amniotic fluid has broken, must immediately go to the hospital," cried Salimah, he was no less panicked.

Not yet my husband found his cell phone that he either put where, hearing Salimah's words he immediately carried my body out of the room.

"Prepare the car, hurry!" he shouted to bang Bimo who was sitting casually near the stairs.

"Call the hospital, now!" my husband's orders to Salimah.

The more precarious the moment the amniotic fluid kept coming out uncontrollably through my sensitive area, the more pain came, the feeling of worry and fear mixed into my heart.

The trip to the hospital which usually only takes 20 minutes this time feels very long.

"Patience, Honey. Strong, soon to come," said my husband, he continued to stroke my stomach while wiping the sweat that poured down my forehead. He was just like me, looking worried and scared.

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