17 - parturition

(No that is not Partition lmao.)

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"Mommy?" I called in the van as I waited for Michael and Alisha to return with the hospital bag and clothes. I had on a sweater and leggings and I was hungry, cold, and irritated. I needed the security to hurry up.

"Hm?" she said sounding sleepy.

"Oh! I forgot about the time difference. I'm sorry."

"You always do," she chuckled. "Let me guess the baby's coming."

"Yeah."

"You don't sound too excited."

"I am but these contractions are horrible. I've had them for 20 minutes now."

"20? You need to wait. It could be a false alarm."

"No, no, no this isn't a false alarm," I winced as I felt another one coming on. "Oh my god. Oh my good god. It feels like I'm giving birth to Satan."

"Gia, what the hell is wrong with you?! Do you know what comes out your mouth sometimes?! No censor at all."

"It hurts, mommy, it hurts," I whimpered, trying to breathe through it. "I'm so hungry."

"You need to eat before you get there because they won't let you eat anything when you arrive."

I gasped and saw Michael approaching the door."Michael! MICHAAAAEL!"

"Huh?!" he asked with urgency and a car seat in his hand and sweatpants on looking way too chill for me right now. "What? What's wrong?!"

I whimpered again. "I'm dying."

"Is something wrong? Talk to me."

I did a long cry as I grabbed on to his shirt, tears falling into his hems.

"Gia, you are freaking me out!"

"WAHHHHH."

"Goddamnit if I have to slap you to snap you out of it--"

I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "Is Taco Bell still open?"

I heard him suck his teeth. "You had me worried for nothing."

Next thing you know we were pulled up in the section of the garage we had closed off for security. No one had word that we have arrived as far as I could see. That was a luxury that wouldn't last for long. My monster bodyguard, Brock, carried me up the stairway as I munched on my burrito.

"Want some?" I asked him.

"Michael's carrying mine," he said as he held me in his arms with ease.

"Hurry up because I really feel another contraction coming," I winced, moaning in agony as I chewed into my food.

When we arrived at my new renovated suite I was more than pleased. It looked like a hotel complete with a kitchen, bedroom, pull out chair next to the birth bed for Michael, luxury bathroom with a jacuzzi and a massaging bed for labor just as I designed it to be. All of the security cameras were covered and the windows were blacked out so no one could see inside. It was comforting despite the stabbing that was going on inside me.

"Pain is weakness leaving the body," Michael pointed out as I was breathing like a panting dog.

"Pain is my foot up your ass if you keep talking to me!"

He only giggled in amusement which made me even more pissed.

The doctor came in and smiled at us. "May I have an epidural?" I pleaded. "Please."

"You're only three centimeters dilated right now. We can give you some medication but you'll feel a bit loopy."

"That's fine. Whatever," I muttered, wincing as the needle went into my skin for the IV.

50 minutes later after many drugged filled words as Michael admired me from the side, his legs resting up in his chair. "You are so out of it."

"This is the worst pain I've ever fucked."

"Felt. You're adorable right now."

"Entertain me please."

"You're ready for this? Brace yourself for this one, Frecks."

"Uh-huh."

"It was all a dream..." His wide brown eyes leaned in and whispered in my ear like he was telling me a secret, "I used to read Word Up magazine. Salt n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine."

I screamed so loud a nurse sprinted inside the door and relaxed when she found out I was only laughing my ass off. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah.." I said giggling. "It's just my husband-" Oh god. That slipped out but Michael caught it quick and tried to hide his rosy cheeks. "Is hilarious. But can I have my epidural now?! Please."

After that was done I couldn't even feel my lower half. My legs were numb and no longer attached to my body and I was so grateful. "You work with Biggie one time and you think you're in the field or something."

"I've been certified in these streets."

"Stop."

Michael shrugged. "Been hood rich."

"Stop! I can't breathe!" I was tearing up.

"What if you laughed so hard the baby came flying out?"

"Shut up!" I said, cackling at that visual. "Isn't it weird how we've only had sex twice?" It's always foreplay but never fully there. That's so bizarre.

"Probably why you have such an attitude," he smirked. "I'll fix that."

I bit my cheeks. "Anyway, I'm going to sleep." A couple of hours later after I took a nap the doctor came in and told me I was eight centimeters now.

Alisha looked up from the book she was reading. "Wouldn't it be ironic if the baby was born on Halloween."

I furrowed my brows. "I don't get how that would be ironic?"

"She's just being corny," Michael said. "And it's about to be midnight so I doubt he will come in time."

"Did you two decide on a name?"

Michael looked at me to say it but I just rolled my eyes. "Okay. Aiden. Jackson."

Alisha looked at me with raised brows and I just waved my hands like don't even ask. "I don't even care anymore," I mumbled, cringing as I looked at the needle in my hand. Which I really didn't care. Michael agreed to the name I picked as long as I just let his last name be Jackson which was good enough for me.

"You can't have everything, Giovanna. Always complaining. Like taking my last name in marriage is a form of patriarchy. Are you serious?"

Alisha rubbed her eyes, clearly sleepy. I was sleepy too now that the epidural was keeping me from feeling the pains but the excitement for my baby was too much. "Don't even give in to her. She's just doing that to irritate you."

I tried not to laugh. Alisha knows me too well.

"What do you mean irritate me?!"

"She's going to take your last name."

"She is?!" he gasped, eyes lighting up like he just won the lottery.

"Duh. I mean I'm still going to be Gia Wolf.. but legally speaking, Jackson at the end."

He did a sigh of relief. "This is like Christmas."

A nurse came in and did another check to see how dilated I was and she looked at me with a big smile. "It's time!"

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"PUSH IT WOMAN. PUSH IT REEEEAAAL GOOOOD," Alisha screamed in my ear while the nurses held up my legs. "PUSH IT, P-P-P-PUSH IT! PUSH IT REAL GOOD!!"

"Deep breath in Giovanna and push. He's almost out honey" the doctor smiled in his very relaxing voice.

I was squeezing Michael's hands as his eyes darted over and widened and, looking like he was going to gag. "That is literally a head coming out of a vagina."

"YOU AINT PUSHING HARD ENOUGH FOR ME WOMAN!! PUSH!!!"

I could hardly feel anything but I was pushing as hard as I could and next thing you know his screaming self was right in my arms! I don't know how to describe what I was feeling in that moment. I was crying more than he was. My little alien baby right in my arms. He was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. and I was smitten. "Awwww look at you baby."

"November 1st, 12:37 AM," I heard a nurse record.

"Look at all that hair" Alisha squealed bending down to see him as they cleaned him in my arms and Michael cut the cord.

"Oh my god.. Let me see him!" Michael protested.

"No! Babies should have uninterrupted skin to skin contact with their mother first. I read about it."

"Mommy has been doing her research," the doctor commented doing something between my legs I didn't even want to know about.

I smiled in pride and kissed Aiden's forehead as he calmed down. "Oh my god he's so cute... look at how he's looking at you, Michael. He's like yeah I know that voice."

"From all that screaming how could he not," Alisha mumbled under her breath.

Michael stroked the top of Aiden's wrist laying on my collarbone and he wrapped his tiny baby hand around his father's much bigger finger.

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When we took Aiden to Neverland it was so much better than I thought it was going to be. He was such a sweet baby. And Michael was an angel. He was nice to me for once, made sure I was pampered throughout the day, and always insisted to be the one to get up when the baby's (screeching) cries woke us from our slumber but it was usually because he was hungry so I had to be the one to get him, which I didn't mind. My baby smelled so yummy.

It was 2:51 in the morning and Michael stared at us with tired curious eyes from the opposite end of the couch in Aiden's new grand nursery. I was impressed of how he designed everything. He even got the ceiling painted to look like clouds. I was feeding Aiden, struggling to keep my own eyelids open. "Do you ever wonder what breastmilk tastes like?"

"I don't know but you're not finding out!" I snarled, defeating whatever fantasies he had in his head. After that rimjob story he told me about, the sky is literally the limit with him.

He shook his head. "No, but let's just say you were on an island."

"Okay."

"Stranded."

I yawned and rubbed Aiden's tiny back. "Okay."

"And all you had to drink was breastmilk. Would you drink it?"

Sometimes I really wonder what goes on in Michael's head. "How would that even be a logical situation? Why would it only be breastmilk?"

"It's hypothetical, Frecks. Play along."

"Who's breast would it be from?"

He waved his finger. "You're making it too complicated. Just say there's a magical random refrigerator filled with bottles of breastmilk, right? And it was the only thing to drink. Would you drink it?"

"I mean, yeah? I.. guess? Aiden sure likes it so why not. Loves the boobies."

Michael covered his mouth and tried to suppress his laughter but he couldn't.

"What is so funny?"

"Like father like son. Ba-dum-tss."

I did the most dramatic eye roll. Jesus, it was like talking to a pre-teen.

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"Alright, your trainer is coming today and he should be there by noon," Alisha told me over the phone. "His name is Dudley and he's just.. easy on the eyes, that's all I'll say."

"Is he good?!" I was ready to get this body right and tight again. Fortunately, I had no stretch marks for my pregnancy and after three months of being a mom, I needed to go back to work. I had an espionage action movie set for me and I was the part-time wife part-time assassin. Meaning lots of amazing stunts and sex scenes.

"Oh, he's more than good."

I slid my track shorts on and leaned over Aiden's crib making sure he was sound asleep. Michael was downstairs making a phone call about the plans for his new music video, They Don't Care About Us. I loved the song.

"Trust me, girl," Alisha continued. "You're going to be motivated."

"Um.. okay?" I said, not quite sure why she was nearly moaning over the phone.

But when I opened the door I knew exactly why she was moaning over the phone. I looked him over up and down. His muscles were flexing under his tight shirt, clearly showing his nearly eight pack underneath the fabric. His lean legs were toned, his skin was sunkissed, his cheekbones were carved and chiseled by angels themselves, and I could make out his dickprint under his shorts.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Wolf," he smiled, shaking my hand firmly. Good god, he had dimples too? His voice was husky too?! I could die right there.

"Call me Gia. And the pleasure is mine." The pleasure really was mine. Yes to fitness. "We can go right over here." I led him to the edge of my large yard by my sparkling pool that had a vast view of West Hollywood.

"It's a little breezy but once we really go at it it will heat up."

"I'm sure it will," I commented under my breath trying not to stare too long.

He laid out the yoga mats on the concrete. "Okay first, let's stretch."

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"Are you serious? And then what happened?" Michael held out Aiden who was gibbering in baby language, pretty excited about whatever it was he was saying. Michael made funny faces making the baby squeal. Which then turned into vomit. Michael whimpered. "I just changed your clothes."

As Michael was carefully putting on a clean onesie he glanced down out of the window at Gia and her 'personal trainer.' It was all good until she went to bend down to touch her toes, her ass all in the air.

Michael ignored it and went back to playing with Aiden until he heard Giovanna's giggle from outside. He looked back out of the window and saw Gia on all fours with the trainer bent on one knee, admiring her physique as his hand pressed into the middle of her back, making her arch deeper.

"Hold on, Aiden," he said, giving him his pacifier and setting him back down in his crib. "Daddy will be right back. I have to handle your... mother."

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"Alright now some more intensive stuff," Dudley said as his skin glistened in the sun.

It was pretty intense already.

"The abs. Lay on your back and put your hands behind your head."

"Uh-huh." I cooed, laying on the yoga mat and looking up into the skies.

"And then you're going to lift your leg--"

"Giovanna," I heard Michael's voice from the corner. I sat up and watched him almost storm over here with tight lips and tense brows.

"M-Michael?!" Dudley stuttered, immediately star-struck. "I didn't know you were going to be here! Oh my god it's an honor to meet you!"

"I'm sure it is." Michael replied, almost sarcastically, and nodded his head as Dudley shook his hand so fast it looked like he was about to break his wrist.

"I'm such a huge fan, sir!"

"I'm sure you are." Despite Michael's kind smile I knew exactly what he was doing.

"What's wrong?" I questioned.

"The designers for the wedding dress. I repeat, wedding dress," Michael stressed. "Is on the phone."

I was so confused. We hadn't even discussed our wedding plans yet. "Now?"

"Yes now. It'll be quick."

"I'll be right back, Dudley," I informed as we walked back to my house. Once we got in the kitchen he pulled my wrist, nearly breaking it. "What is it?! Ow! Where's the phone?"

He leaned back on the counter. "He's looking at your ass."

I stared at him trying to see if he was really serious or not. Sigh. He was. "Is that why you pulled me in here?"

"You two are flirting."

I snorted. "We're not flirting."

"I know when you're flirting. You do that fake giggle that's not even your real giggle."

My jaw dropped. "You're jealous aren't you?"

"Pfft. I'm not jealous."

I shook my head. "You're definitely jelly."

"No, I'm not. I'm just letting you know."

"Don't be like that," I cooed, kissing the side of his lips. "I'll make it up later."

"How about you make it up now? That phone call could take a few extra minutes..." he said, inviting. "Bathroom?"

"Or wherever!"

Michael pulled my hand to my nearest downstairs bathroom and closed the door, us both trying to take our pants off. I pulled my tennis shoes from my heels and my shorts and panties off of my legs. He pressed against me to the wall, his leg between my thighs as his fingers explored my folds, his teeth pressing into my neck. I breathed into his ear, holding on to the nearest towel rack trying to balance myself as I wrapped one leg around his hip, giving him access.

He held my leg up even higher, surprising myself on my own flexibility, as he thrusted into me without warning. "Ah... fuck," I breathed, feeling his length stretch and fill me.

He groaned as his hips bucked deeper inside. "Oh damn, you're tight."

"Kegals," I explained before he lifted my other leg up and rammed into me. I held on to the towel rack for dear life as his pace intensified, grunting before his mouth pressed into mine again. I threw my arms over his shoulders, hands going into his hair as I felt his throbbing dick slide up and into my entrance, long fast strokes.

I arch my back against the wall, feeling the sting of his hand on my ass as he grips it, causing pleading cries to roll off my tongue and tears come to my eyes. I was getting close. My entire body trembles as I feel my cunt tighten around him while his teeth leaving dark bruises all on my neck.

"Michael!" I cried as I felt myself explode, my walls pulsing tight around him as he fucked me even harder than before.

"Shit, Gia" he breathed as I felt himself twitch inside me, he pulled out and released my legs and I immediately knew what to do. I got on my knees, wrapping my lips around him as I glided my mouth down as far as I could.

"Oh baby, suck me" he groaned, looking down at me as his hands gripped my hair, making him go even deeper down my throat.

My lips grazing the base as I felt him release himself into my mouth. He inhaled sharply as I continued to suck him off, moaning at the taste of his cum and licking my lips to savor the flavor. "Mm."

When I finally stood up he pulled my chin close and kissed me softly and gripped my ass. "That was good. Let's talk about the wedding plans later."

I nodded and slid my shaking legs into my shorts and put my shoes back on as he buckled his pants again. We both stepped out of the bathroom and went separate ways.

"So where were we?" I asked Dudley who was trying to turn some music on from the outdoor sound system. "Abs?"