MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4 - Sex Stories

MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4

... “Now is when Jennie will need you most. Wipe her face and give her soda, but mostly just encourage her. She’s strong and healthy. She’ll be fine.” The birth began in earnest thirty minutes later. I wiped Jennie’s face with a damp towel and held her hands, encouraging her to push through the pain. It seemed to take forever, but an hour later I was a father. I leaned down to Jennie to whisper and tell her that I had never loved her more than at that moment then I added the coup de grace . “I think you owe me something. We have a beautiful daughter. She looks just like you.” Jennie was exhausted, but she laughed. “I do not look like a prune. It’s much too early to tell who she’ll look like. Babies always look funny when they’re born. I just hope she doesn’t have your hair.” “Me, too.” My hair was totally unruly. I could never comb it. Even using Elmer’s Glue on it wouldn’t work. That was why I always kept my hair short—less than a half-inch long. I stepped back to allow Jennie to hold our daughter for the first time. “I think I should get our parents. They’re just down the hall.” I kissed Jennie again and my little girl for the first time. I was rarely good at keeping secrets and this was one of those times. Our parents stood as they saw me approach, grinning ear to ear. “C’mon and see your new granddaughter. She’s just beautiful…just like her mother.” We walked down the hall and into the room. I stepped aside to phone Sharon and then Gayle, telling her I’d try to come to work ...

... on Monday. She told me to forget it. She’d phone Robert tomorrow and give him the good news. I returned to our beaming parents. Both of our mothers had already held her and I awaited the inevitable question. “Are you two finally going to tell us her name?” Jennie looked to me. We had decided to name our baby after her father; he had been a wonderful man—James if a boy, Jamie if a girl—but we had refused to tell anyone. “Jamie…after Jennie’s dad…Jamie Elizabeth Healey.” They smiled in their agreement. They left fifteen minutes later and I left fifteen minutes after that, telling Jennie I wanted her to rest and she wouldn’t as long as I was there. I drove straight to Sharon’s house where she greeted me with a big hug, thanking God Jennie and Jamie were both okay. I gathered up Heidi’s bowls and took her home. She looked all over for Jennie so I tried to explain that she might be home tomorrow, but probably Monday. After taking a quick shower I fell into bed. It was the first time I’d slept alone since before Jennie and I had become engaged seven years ago. I dropped Heidi off with Joseph and Gretchen again on Sunday morning en route to the hospital, spending the entire day with Jennie and Jamie, even when Jennie slept. Then I got up from my chair and walked down to the nursery where I looked at my baby daughter marveling at the miracle of birth. I left around seven that evening, picking up Heidi again. Once home she looked again for Jennie. “Tomorrow morning, Heidi; Jennie will ...