None of that mattered anyway. The only thing that mattered was Eden. I was addicted to her from the moment I took her. I thought I was obsessed with Nina, but it was nothing compared to what I feel now for Eden.
The only thing I kept is money, but Eden will hardly let me spend it. We moved into her condo in Los Angeles, which is beautiful, light, and airy, but it’s not very big. Not when we are about to bring another life into this world.
“Matteo?” she moans on all fours, her gorgeous ass in the air, begging me to enter her.
I grab her hips and press my cock to her entrance. Eden is due to have our baby any day. But she’s insatiable. I didn’t think we should, but Eden begged for my cock, and I’m always happy to oblige.
“I love you, baby,” I say, kissing down her back.
“That doesn’t sound like fucking,” she snaps back sassily.
I laugh as I begin to push my cock inside her.
“Wait…ow…” she moans.
I stop and move to her head.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I think that was a contraction.”
I grin. Yes. Finally. I don’t think I can take much more of a pregnant Eden. I love her. I want to spend my life with her forever. But her mood swings are killing me.
I help her off the bed and put a T-shirt and sweats on so we can go to the hospital in a few hours, since her contractions just started.
“Matteo, I think we need to get to the hospital. Now,” she says, gripping my hand tightly at a contraction.
It shouldn’t be this painful this early, should it? I think.
“Um… are you sure?”
Her look tells me she will kill me if I don’t get her to the hospital ASAP.
“Okay,” I say, as I grab the bag she packed, and then take her hand and lead her out of the condo, with her stopping every few feet to rest as another contraction hits her.
It takes us twenty minutes to make it to the elevator, and our car is parked in a garage three blocks away. I’m afraid we won’t make it.
We step into the elevator, while I try to figure out how to call an Uber.
“The baby is coming!” she screams. “The baby is coming, now!”
Shit, shit, shit.
“Okay, stay calm.”
She lies down on the floor, and I see the baby’s head crowning.
“This baby’s coming!” I shout.
She half laughs, half screams.
“Breathe baby. You got this. You are a fighter. You have survived much worse. Push our baby out.”
I’ve never helped deliver a baby before, but I know enough. As long as nothing goes wrong, I just need to catch the baby and keep it warm. If nothing goes wrong.
This is us. Everything bad will go wrong. But we didn’t survive everything we’ve been through for Eden to die in childbirth. Not going to happen.
“Push, baby,” I say.