Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Tiff’s screams are feral as she enters the final stages. The forums weren’t lying when they said the baby’s head would be the size of a grapefruit. Tiff grips my hand like a vice as I urge her on, crying out between waves and claiming she can’t take any more.
I can’t, Reuben, I can’t. I’d want to call TIME FUCKING OUT if this was a proposal!
But she’s underestimating herself. Tiffany Sinclair was a hardcorer for a reason, in spirit as well as body. She can take it all.
Her pain is forgotten when our little girl finally bursts free, and cries fill the air. My eyes fill up as the midwife places her on Tiffany’s chest.
“Our little Rose,” Tiff says with a grin that lights my world.
I stare in shock at my daughter – my child. I have two goddesses in my world to live for now, and seeing our sweet Rose only reinforces what I already knew.
I want as many children as Tiff will bare for me.
It’s me who cuts the cord, bringing our daughter into our world for good. Tiff and I are left to share a moment together at that. We kiss as our little baby settles on her mummy’s chest, and I tell my wife how proud I am of her. How grateful I am. Seeing the tiny wonder of our creation surpasses any achievement I’ve ever known.
“Same goes,” she says back. “And you get another thanks on top. Your fist training didn’t seem to have made all that much difference when I was screeching my head off, but I bet you it did. If she’d have come out without a decent warmup, you’d probably be able to fuck my pussy and ass as one single hole.”
“Hmm, I’ll bear that in mind for next time.” I smirk. “Having your ass and pussy as one dirty hole sounds quite tempting.”
“You’re a dirty bastard, you know that?”
“Yes, I do. It’s one of the reasons you married me, if I recall.”
Rose gives a whimper, and both of our attention turns to her in a heartbeat. We’re going to have to learn to keep our dirty mouths clean when she’s in earshot.
“I think she wants her daddy,” Tiff says, and gently lifts her over to me.
I take my little one in tender arms, greeting her with all my heart.
“Hello, my darling. You’re a beautiful girl, just like your mother. You’re the greatest Christmas gift there could be.”
“You and Rose are both winners on that front,” Tiff says, and rests her head against my arm. “You got your Santa’s baby, Reuben, and she got the greatest daddy in the world.”
THE END