Fifteen japanese minutes later I stopped at asian the entrance to the Bascomb County Hospital’s Emergency Room. They were ready for us—a benefit of having a police radio in my vehicle. I went in with Lucy while Marylou found a place to park. Another benefit was that I’d never get a ticket for illegal parking. Marylou rejoined us in the room and a few minutes later Jonathan walked through the door. They stayed with us until the nurse shooed them out to the waiting room and put me into a gown, hair net, and booties. I looked silly dressed like a pixie carrying a .44 Magnum. “If those were white,” Lucy said with a laugh, “you’d look just like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.” I couldn’t think of a witty retort so I leaned in for another kiss, something I’d never tire of. I sat in a chair and held Lucy’s hand while we waited for Dr. Murphy to check on Lucy’s progress. The waiting was interminable—even worse than any of the stakeouts I’d been on and some of them were so long that I’d had to piss into a coffee cup several times to maintain continuous surveillance. Finally, around 5:00 p.m. Lucy’s water broke. She told me to grab some dinner—not in the cafeteria--while the nurses efficiently cleaned up the mess and notified Dr. Murphy—all within five minutes. I guessed then that it was the same as shooting—concentration and practice. After kissing Lucy again and taking her order for a large ginger ale with lots of ice I reluctantly left to see if Jonathan and Marylou wanted to join me. They did and we opted for barbecue; it would be quick and we could sit in the pleasant patio outside the restaurant. They ordered pulled pork while I felt like brisket. We ate quickly, but enjoyed a delicious meal. Our waitress brought a large cup of icy ginger ale along with a refill of my un-sweet tea as she wished us the best. I realized then that the entire city knew that Lucy was in labor. I wondered then if everyone knew how she screamed during orgasm. I wouldn’t be surprised. I walked into Lucy’s room with Dr. Murphy. After a brief examination she closed the door and spoke quietly. “Lucille, you’re dilated, but not enough. Do you remember that we discussed this possibility during one of your visits?” I recalled that conversation clearly. Lucy would have to deliver by C-section. That meant general anesthesia which could amateur be dangerous, but it also meant that my wife would be spared the physical ordeal of giving birth. I signed the permission for the surgical procedure and ten minutes later a surgical nurse arrived to wheel Lucy down the corridor. I left then to speak with her parents. I’m not much for praying, but—I swear to God—I prayed for Lucy and our daughter for hours. My mood was somber until Marylou came over to sit next to me and hug me. “She’ll be okay, Matt. Lucille has always been much stronger than she seems to be and she has the best doctors in the area.” “Thanks, Marylou; I really appreciate your thoughts, but…I don’t know what I’d do without her.” A cumshot tear came to my eye as I envisioned a life without my love. Yes, I’d had an active life before Lucy when I was a U.S. Marshal, but it was a lonely one with only Max for companionship and my right hand for sexual release. It was an existence then. Now I had a life that was much more worth living. We were there for more Brunette than two hours when Dr. Murphy, still in her scrubs, walked in. “Interested in seeing your daughter, Matt? She and Lucy are just fine. You should have heard her scream when she took her first breath.” I was a simple room, one bed with a balcony overlooking the beach. Her clit found mine, the beads throbbing and aching, rubbing together every time Daddy forced his way into my ass. 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