Cala de Sirena - Joy's Birth - Sex Stories

Cala de Sirena - Joy's Birth

... prepared for Angel to have their daughter. Jason delivered the rest of the shower gifts and helped Don assemble the new crib. Later, Angel explained to Don that she would need to be near the water and wanted to sit under the tree nearest the cove. They had a blanket she would sit on so the baby wouldn’t get covered in sand, and once she was born, Don would carry her to the water and wait for her tail to morph. Then he’d weigh and measure her, and bring her back to Angel to nurse. Don also created a small emergency bag for both what was necessary, and what could be a worst-case scenario. For the next few weeks, Don worked from his home office, took care of Angel and waited impatiently. Their two year anniversary was a quiet celebration. Don fixed them a crab dinner, similar to the one he fixed the day he first met and rescued Angel. Though, this dinner was different as he and Angel spoke about their plans for their daughter. That night, after a relaxing bath and a playful session with Angel’s swollen stomach, they made love. As Angel fell asleep, Don had spooned behind her, with his hands on her stomach. His daughter pressed against his hands as he drifted off to sleep. Angel spent less and less time in the cove and more time in the house. Not since they first met had Don seen her stay out of the water as much as she was now. Then, one afternoon, while Don was typing up a report for Jason, he heard Angel scream. Don ran into the living room to find Angel doubled over and ...

... standing in a puddle of clear liquid. Don put his arm around her and said, “I think it’s time my love. Let’s go.” He carefully escorted her out to the beach as she held her stomach and cried, “It hurts!” “I know baby, I know.” Don helped her to the blanket and had her sit. He reached under and removed the bikini bottoms she was wearing and tossed them aside. Angel cried out again as another contraction hit. “Breathe baby, breathe.” Tears streamed down Angel’s cheeks as she nodded. Don pushed the skirt of her sundress up and looked. “I can’t see her yet, but I don’t think you’re dilated enough yet.” The contraction passed and Angel wept. “They didn’t warn me. They knew, and they didn’t warn me.” “Who baby?” “My family,” sobbed Angel. “They knew it would hurt and they didn’t warn me.” “Remember, you’re doing this for her, for us.” “I know,” she sobbed. Another contraction and Angel screamed. It seemed to her the pain would never end, but Don never faltered in his encouragement. Time moved slowly for both until finally he said, “I can see her head, you’re almost done.” Angel was soaked in sweat, tears poured from her eyes. “Really?” she gasped. “One more good push baby, I think that should do it.” Angel screamed and began to push. “Yes! Just a bit more baby, one more good push! I know you can do it!” Angel pushed and screamed. Soon, they heard the cry of the tiny infant girl in Don’s hands. Don’s eyes began to water, but he knew she needed his attention, and tears could wait. “I’ve ...