My wife Slave of Lust

Ibra Junior

A few moments later, I could catch a different look from Vida's face. My wife was again writhing in pain as her contract might strike again.

"Suster, I'm going to the restroom" Vida told one of the assistant doctors standing guard in the room.

"Why would you like to do something?" ask the sister in high-level curious mode.

"Pe-belly me suddenly you-les, Sus." Vida still tried to answer even with a stamped voice.

Without warning I immediately swept my wife's body towards the restroom indicated by the sister. "You can be alone?" it was as if I was offering help.

Perhaps out of a sense of condolence, he nodded and asked me to come out. I followed his request, then closed the door to the pensive room. A few minutes passed, Vida did not come out of the room, nor did there sound water and so on. Kugedor that door, to make sure it's.

"Darling, not done yet, huh?" much

"Can't get out, honey." He confirmed with a stifled voice.

Sister who may have heard Vida's voice, then approached me who was still faithful standing in front of the door. "Mom, if no one comes out, I'd better go back to the cage. The baby, the fear of being born inside." Instructions from the sisters were then heeded by Vida.

His face looked grimacing again like before. I'm sure the pain that's running through his body right now is more intense. Proven from the mimic of the face that is increasingly heart-wrenching when viewed.

I took him back to the gurney. Doing touch therapy that I hope can reduce her suffering. Apparently, after the outflow of amniotic fluid, there is still a painful session that he must pass. Makes me guess wrong. Who had thought that, he could not possibly have a re-contraction.

"Suster, will the baby be okay, if the water breaks?" ask me on the sidelines of Vida's moaning. As my worries levelled up, it made me think a little too much.

The sister smiled kindly, before replying, "That broke, just the amniotic in the first pouch, sir. There's still one more amniotic bag. Relax, the baby's gonna be fine."

Whether, it was the truth, or just trying to give me a sedative injection, the nurse said with a calm face.

"Darling, sakiiiiiit ...!"

Vida's moans sounded even more heartbreaking, and made me completely unable to bear to hear them. "My bones are breaking, and the veins in my body are breaking, baby. I could die like this" she said as she continued to hold my hand tightly. His eyes are no longer focused. The position of his body could only point side-to-side against me.

I don't know, getting inspiration from where, my tongue which is usually always confused, can now speak fluently. Vida seemed to nod, although the pain continued to plunge into his body.

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"Suster, it's like there's a push from the inside" Vida said a few minutes later. We're in the delivery room now. The nurse immediately went to call the doctor who was still waiting in his room.

As agreed, Vida wants to give birth normally. Luckily, there is no problem with the content. Hopefully, this process can go as expected.

The doctor and his troops came over, asking Vida to position the legs as he should. I moved aside, right to the right of the head of the idol. Rubbing his head occasionally, while observing the actions of his doctor and assistant, which were done for Vida at this time.

"Breath yes, Mom. Then blow it back." The doctor seemed to inject something into Vida's right thigh. "Then try to push," the doctor ordered with a slightly restrained smile. I can see there's a little bit of tension there, too.

Vida nodded, then did it for the first time. "Yes ...!" His screeches seemed to be a backsound on his first attempt.

"Mother, the teeth are tightened, yes. Don't make a sound. Because if you're twitching while making a sound, the urge isn't strong."

The doctor was still calm. While I, can only be silent while throwing a glance in any direction, so it is impossible to see the expression of Vida's face that is covered in suffering.

However, unexpectedly, my wife started doing her second attempt. Follow the instructions of the doctor and try again. So curious, I returned my eyes to that direction. Looking at a small head that started poking out of his mother's body, made me shudder in horror. My heart was even crying. I can imagine how sick Vida is right now.

"Good, Mom. Again, try again!" tell the doctor who starts turning the little head up. Vida struggled again, until after three pushes, the tiny baby's body came out perfectly, and was heard crying with anxiety. Finally, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief, without having to endure the tightness inside the chest.

Vida smiled at me, without shedding any tears. As for me, began to dry his forehead which was bathed in sweat.

"girls?" tanyakanya.

"Cracker," I replied with a smile.

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