6 months later…
Mason
“Come on baby, you’re doing so great!” I say from my position behind Siara on the hospital bed.
“If I’m doing so great, why is our son refusing to come out?” she cries, tiredly. She has been pushing for the last thirty minutes and our son is playing peek-a-boo with us right now. “I swear, he’s not even here and he’s already a trouble maker like you!”
I try to hide my amusement, not wanting to anger her in any way. After all, her hands are gripping my thighs as they lay around her sides, and they’re a little too close to my manhood. I don’t want to risk being permanently castrated. “I know, and I’m sorry he’s giving you such a hard time, but he’s almost out now.”
“That’s right, Siara. One more solid push should do it, so on your next contraction I want you to push
