The Heir of His Ways

Chapter 8 - Birth of an Heir?

Wendi’s POV

I cannot believe that William made me go to this banquet tonight when I look like a whale. I avoided getting pregnant for ten years, and here I am looking like a whale for all of high society to see. Like I really want any of my friends seeing me like this. I hate this so much and I don’t want this little brat either. William better know that the nanny will take care of them, because I sure as hell am not going to have time.

I cannot wait to get this thing out of me so I can get my body back. I only married William for his money and status, I have been milking it for ten years. Shopping when I want to, going out with my friends at will, weekend trips with the girls, or at least he thought it was with the girls. Hey, what does he expect? I need a younger man to satisfy my s*xual needs.

I have had to stop seeing all my boy toys because I don’t want them knowing I am pregnant, none of them know about each other and I am not about to let them know now. I definitely don’t want them thinking this thing is theirs. I just told them all my mom was sick and I needed to care for her. They all think she doesn’t live near me so they think I am off being the good, responsible caring daughter to her ailing mother. They don’t need to know the truth.

William insisted I come tonight, he said that it would be good for the company shares if people see me pregnant and that our family is growing. So here I am, making an appearance all bloated with swollen feet in an evening gown and heels of all things.

I have always prided myself in my figure and looks, how do you think I got William to cheat on his wife and pick me in the first place. Anything that wasn’t perfect already, I had the doctor enhance, bigger t*ts, smaller nose and fuller lips. I know what men want and I made sure I had the whole package, even if some of it was store bought.

I find a chair and park myself so I can rest my feet. I sit by myself for awhile hoping no one would see me like this. It was pretty easy to do because the chair is off to the side and a bit in the shadows, perfect.

After a while I had to go pee, so I use my arms to get myself up out of the chair. I take about five steps before I feel a flood of liquid splash my feet. ‘Oh no, oh no there is no way I just peed myself right now’ I think to myself. I am mortified and then I get a shooting pain in my abdomen and I screamed bloody murder. What the f*ck was that. Some people started crowding around me and tried to help me. Could this night get any worse?

A man helped hold me up, holding onto my elbow on my right. While a woman, I think his wife, was on my left side doing the same thing. “Where is your husband?” She asked me.

God if I know, is all I could think. “I don’t know,” was all I could get out before another sharp pain hit me. I managed to tell them, “I think something is wrong with me,” I was in so much pain.

The woman looked at me with a weird expression, “Honey, your water broke. You are in labor.”

Oh sh*t, the thing is coming out now. I better get to the hospital. I do not want everyone here seeing that, that is all I will ever be known for, the wife that gave birth at the banquet. “His name is William Maxwell. Can you find him?”

The man nods and rushes off to find him, I presume. The woman starts leading me toward the exit while everyone is watching me, I am mortified. Could this night get any worse? This is not how I want anyone seeing me. This is all William’s fault, he never should have made me come.

Speak of the devil, I see him rush up with concern in his eyes, “I’m here for you Winnie, I will take care of you.” Just then another pain hits that has my knees go out, but William catches me.

After the pain passes he gets me to the car and has the driver rush us to the hospital. I hear William call the doctor and hospital to alert them of our impending arrival while he is rubbing my back.

Once at the hospital there are nurses waiting with a wheel chair. When they see us they rush to the car, while William opened my door and he helps me to sit down. Everything was happening so fast and the reality that I am having a baby starts to hit me. I’m not a mom, I never wanted to be one and I definitely don’t want to be one now. I’m scared and angry that it has all come to this.

William’s POV

I’m talking shop with a few business associates enjoying my bourbon and conversation, when a man comes up to me telling me my wife is in labor. I am shocked, I thought she wasn’t due for another month. I hurry to follow him, I’m sure concern is written all over my face as I worry there will be something wrong with my heir. I have waited far too long for this, for him to have any problems.

I get to Winnie as fast as I can and help her to the car in between her contractions. I would carry her, but she has gotten quite large with her pregnancy, definitely not the sexy thing I married, it is a good thing I have plenty of other woman to sate me. I worry if I carry her I will drop her.

I have the driver rush us to the hospital, while I call the doctor and hospital alerting them of our impending arrival. My head is filled with all sorts of thoughts and worries as this boy is supposed to be the next generation to the Maxwell corporation. He has to be healthy and strong if he is representing me and our family. Power and strength is the most important.

The nurses settle Winnie into her room and I hold her hand while she attempts to break every bone in it, “this is all your fault I wouldn’t be in all this pain if it wasn’t for you”

“It will all be over soon,” I coo at her.

The doctor comes and asks, “so what time did your water break?”

“How the hell should I know?” Winnie yells.

I interject, “about half an hour ago. Is that okay? Will the baby and Winnie be okay? Why is she in labor so early?” I rush out all my questions showing my worry.

“Mr. Maxwell, due dates are just estimates. It is common to be early or late. She is already thirty six weeks pregnant and she and the baby should have no complications. If anything, the baby may need a little assistance with breathing due to the lungs forming last. We won’t know that until the baby is born,” the doctor explains calmly, which helps calm me. “Right now, both your wife and baby’s heart rate look good, so I have no worries. Now, Mrs Maxwell I am going to check your cervix to see how dilated you are, okay”

Just then she breaks some more bones in my hand and screams bloody murder. My god, this is nothing like when Margaret had Josephine, she was so calm and bared the pain with dignity. Not for the first time, I am embarrassed by Winnie’s behavior. After the contraction was over, she nods her head at the doctor allowing him to check her cervix. “When can I have drugs? I’m done with this!” She questions.

“Oh my, you are already nine centimeters,” the doctor says. Just then she shrieks again and I’m sure I lost some off my hearing in my left ear. The doctor waits for her contraction to be done and says, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to have any pain medication-”

Winnie cuts him off, “WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU MEAN I CANT HAVE PAIN MEDICATION!!” Then her face twists in pain and she screams as another contraction hits her. .

“I mean the baby will be here before the medication will start working,” he states calmly.

I was surprised she even asked for pain medication as she has been spouting on and on about all natural stuff the whole pregnancy. She wouldn’t do an ultrasound sound claiming they were dangerous, only all organic everything, only all wooden accessories and toys in the babies room and highest quantity of everything.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!” she turns her wrath on me yelling. Then another painful scream as another contraction hits her.

The doctor gives me a look of sympathy, as I am sure he has seen women scream at their husbands in the delivery room all the time. I expected more from my wife, however I am glad that the doctor seems to be unaffected by her rudeness.

The doctor lets us know he was going to get his nurses gathered and prepped and be right back. She is close to being ready to start pushing and the baby will be here soon.

The whole time he is gone, which wasn’t long, she pretty much seemed to be in a constant state of contractions. When he comes back he checks her dilation again and lets Winnie know it was time to push.

“Okay Mrs Maxwell, take a deep breath and when the next contraction hits I want you to bare down and push.” The next second it hits and she does just that. Her face is all scrunched up and red with the exertion. I wipe her forehead with a cool cloth and try to tell her encouraging words. “Okay again Mrs Maxwell. You will meet your baby in the next couple pushes”

“JUST GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!!” Thing, really Winnie, this is my heir you are speaking of. I let it slide because I know she is in pain.

“One more big push and it will all be over. Take an breath, ready…push.” The beautiful sound of a baby crying fills the room and calms my worry. “Congratulations Mr and Mrs Maxwell you have a healthy baby girl,” the doctor says while holding my child.

“Wait, what did he just say…girl…it can’t be…I needed a son” I think to myself, and with that my world starts crashing down. How could I be so stupid to wait ten years to get Winnie pregnant? I thought Winnie said it was a boy?

I needed to get her pregnant fast and often until I got the son I needed. That is the whole reason I took such a young wife, easier to breed her. That and her ass looked great bent over my desk. Turn her over and her big t*ts bounced in my face. Now I wasted her prime years all because I stupidity fell for her and her lies.

I can’t just toss her aside like I did my first wife and that waste of a daughter, the company shares took a dive the first time I did it.

The company is too unstable at the moment to do that again. If it wasn’t for Senator Mathis I am sure that *sshole Lucas would have taken my company from me, I’m sure if it. I’m not too happy that Mathis has me under his thumb now, but better that than lose everything our family has worked so hard on building up to a Sterling.

Sh*t, another useless female offspring. I don’t have enough time to try for another. I need to come up with a plan. I am brought out of my thoughts by the doctor putting scissors in my hand. I go though the motions of cutting the cord and watch as they whisk my useless daughter away to make sure that she is healthy, not that it matters. I needed a son.