The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(121)

“How far along are you?” she says sweetly.

“How far do you think?” I fire back, then add, “9 months and two weeks.”

“And how far apart are your contractions,” she asks, still in a sweet voice.

“8 minutes,” I say, through heavy breaths.

“And is this your…”

“He’s my brother,” I state, before she can finish asking the question.

“This is Vertasha, my sister,” Jackson tells her.

“Okay, Vertasha, I am going to take you to the examination room for a bit, and then we’ll take you to the labor room.”

Jackson follows me and stays with me during the examination. She asks about my doctor and calls her in. Then, as she wheels me slowly to the labor room, she asks Jackson if he wants to come. He shakes his head and stands in the hallway. I look at him and he gives me a small, worried smile. Then, as the doors of the labor room close in front of me, I think I get a glimpse of Kurt. A shadow, perhaps, that my mind made up. But, nevertheless, I am glad to see his face.

“Okay, Vertasha, let’s get you into the birthing chair. You are doing really well, sweety, you are almost there,” my doctor says after my nurse updates her.

The contractions are longer, stronger, intense, and more painful than anything I have ever experienced in my entire life.

“Okay, Vertasha, I need you to listen to me very carefully,” says my doctor attentively, “when I tell you to ‘push’, I need you to ‘push’ hard. Do not push until I tell you to push!”

“No, no, no, we have to wait,” I begin crying, letting out all the tears that have gathered inside me during these last two weeks. “I can’t do this without him, I need him here.”

“Who do you…” begins the nurse, when suddenly Kurt enters the room, wearing the hospital clothes and a mask.

“I am here,” he says, “I am here,” rushing to my side.

“Kurt,” I begin, “how did you…?” I trail off.

“Vertasha, I need you to push in 3. 3…2…” says my doctor.

Kurt takes my hand in his and puts his arm around me.

“…1, ‘PUSH’” she says.

“Let’s do this,” says Kurt, squeezing my hand, “PUSH!”

My moan turns into a scream as I push, taking all my strength.

“Okay, good, Vertasha, I need you to push again in 3…2…” says my doctor.

Kurt counts with the doctor and says “Push,” at the same time she does. It takes all the strength I have in my body and then some to push, the pain is intense, the pressure immense, but I push.

Kurt rushes to the other side as the baby comes out. Kurt, unlike Jackson, is very much in control of the situation. The nurse quickly wraps the baby in a green blanket and Kurt comes back to my side, delighted.

“Ver, IT’S A GIRL!” he announces, pink color rushing into his cheeks.

“What?” I am surprised and shocked, but before I can say anything, the doctor is counting again.

“PUSH,” says Kurt, squeezing my hand again.

It takes another 16 minutes and then the baby finally comes out.

“Aaanndd…that’s my boy,” Kurt almost screams, announcing the arrival of our boy.

The nurses wrap our babies in green blankets and take them away as Kurt brushes his hand through my hair.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he says.

“I look fat,” I say.

“Vertasha,” he says in a serious tone, “About the…”

“All that matters is that you are here now,” I say, interrupting him.

As the nurses congratulate us, I try to relax. I close my eyes for an instant and head to the dreamland. When I wake up, I am in a private room, two cots on the side holding our babies. Jackson and his girlfriend congratulate me thrice, in unison.

“It’s twins, you guys,” I say as I thank them.

But as I move my hand to pull the blanket over me, I notice a titanium band studded with yellow diamonds on my ring finger. I look up and my eyes search for Kurt.

“We’ll leave you to it,” Jackson says, walking out of the room with his girlfriend.

I look at Kurt and see him smiling at me. His brilliant grin, slightly flirtatious, teasing, and equally proud. He is a proud papa, and he is going to be a great one, I know that now. I know he won’t miss anything, not now.

“Did you propose when…” I begin, but he shakes his head.

“You know, you are supposed to get down on one knee for this. The least you could have done is asked.” I say.

“I thought you’d say yes,” he says, grinning.

I smile.

“Yes.”

The Russian Billionaire’s Baby

A BWWM Romance

This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.

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