My wife Slave of Lust

Thumping 2

"Douh," complained Vida while holding her stomach. It's nine o'clock in the night. We are still at the residence. With the excuse of 'no sign yet coming out of her body', Vida always refused if I proposed to take her to the hospital.

Vida's movement is getting more limited now. Can only lie on the mattress while grimacing to withstand the pain that increasingly often hit his stomach. I, who was also lying next to her, could only help her by giving her a small massage and gentle rubbing on her waist and belly - in line with what she asked for.

Actually I myself also could not bear to see him entangled by the pain that this time made him almost forget himself. Occasionally vent emotions to me, if it is wrong to give a massage or touch.

"Don't be there, honey. Sick knows! It's just here." Such was the example of his moans when I misbehaved. I can only understand his current condition. Perhaps because of the influence of pain that is very powerful, causing it to become out of control.

"Okay, hon. It hurts again," she said, gripping my shoulder, and then wrapping her hand around my body.

I can't bear to see him in such pain. If I could ask, just exchange his current suffering for me, but unfortunately it is impossible.

I reply to my wife's embrace by gently stroking her back. Honestly, if you want to follow my instincts, I want to shed tears that had inundated both my eyeballs.

This moment instantly made me realize that it is not easy to be a woman. Although her work at home is fairly mediocre, but as a mother-to-be, their struggle is worthy of four thumbs up even more. And the salute is .. I don't see the slightest stream of tears on my wife's cheeks. If he could only be that strong, how could I lose?

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Time has shown ten o'clock at night. Vida whimpered again with the foreign voice I just heard. That voice sounded like someone was twitching.

Along with that, came a clear liquid that looked a little thick from his lower body. At once Vida and I were both surprised by it.

"Honey, amniotic fluid!" I got up from position. Check back on the fluid I thought was blood. Vida got up to sit down and looked at me.

"Kok you know that's called amniotic?"

TETC ... TOT ....

In such precarious conditions, I never thought my wife could still create a comedy scene. The question seemed to assume I had never scraped through any information about her pregnancy all this time.

I just shook my head without answering Vida's question. Because my thumping episode isn't over until here. A few seconds later, I began to worry about the condition of our fetus which is currently still a herd in his mother's stomach, without any more fluid, I thought.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, does it, honey?" I ask who is currently approaching him.

"Yes, it's gone sick." He replied with a big smile.

"Well, we're going to the hospital, yeah!"

Without doing any more rejections like before, he simply nodded obediently. We immediately went down the stairs after reaching for a large suitcase that Vida had prepared this afternoon. He said, after feeling he was experiencing signs of going to give birth, he immediately packed whatever equipment he and our baby candidates needed later.

My car drove perfectly to the hospital. During the trip, I held her hand in a jumbled feeling, as a sign of giving her full support. I sometimes ask about her situation, which is only responded to with a smile from her. He looked so calm, different from me who still looked angry.

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Four wheels of my vehicle have entered the hospital parking lot. I offered Vida to carry him, but she refused on the grounds - still able to walk. Finally, I complied and pulled the suitcase out of the car.

Arriving at the doctor's room, Vida was immediately examined, because we had previously contacted them. So, everything was prepared before we arrived in this room.

"I checked in first, yeah, Mom."

Despite not understanding the words of the female doctor, I remained silent without asking any questions.

Vida was already lying in a green gurney. Then the doctor asked her to fold her knees up, and point her index and middle fingers to Vida's feminine area. Of course, it made me grimace myself, observing the actions that the wife was receiving. However, strangely Vida did not feel pain or the like. The inspection went smoothly.

"It's opening five, don't push first, yeah, ma'am. Try to just pull and breathe out if the contract comes back again," the doctor advises, then it passes.

I approached my wife, and watched her face. He still looked calm, there were no signs of feeling ill or anything like that. "I'm out for a second, yeah. Want to call mom and dad," I told him.

However, as I was about to move, his palm restrained my movement, shaking firmly. "Let it go, let them come here if this baby is born. They do not need to worry," he said with seriousness.

I, not wanting to argue anymore, pulled out a chair and sat down next to his safe. Gave a touch to his head. Hearing his words earlier, made my heart warm and watered with a sense of pride that peaked.