Chapter 3- Two Weeks to Go.

After the week spent in Chichester, I was glad to be home. Life got back to normal pretty quickly. We were now in the home straight leading to Christmas but it was dragging by. I was so uncomfortable it was unbelievable. Daniel was forever asking me to stay at home but I was stubborn that I was going to finish the term. As November passed slowly, I was beginning to look forward to Christmas and I was hoping that our baby would be with us by then.

The 26th November (3 days after we got back from Chichester) arrived and with it brought rain. It was a rare occasion where Daniel and I both had a day off and we were having a movie day. Daniel had lit the fire and drawn the curtains. We then stretched out on the sofa. I loved these moments together. Soon- we didn't know how soon- it would just be the two of us. So the little moments together meant a lot. Daniel chose the first film called 'Starter for 10'. I enjoyed it. It was very funny and it does have James McAvoy in it. I then chose The Duchess. I enjoy period films and I had been meaning to watch this one for a while.

I shifted slightly to make myself more comfortable as the baby had decided to poke my rib. I heard Daniel moan and I stopped moving. Ever since I had reached 36 weeks pregnant we had stopped having sex because I was just so tired. But moving against him and getting that response had actually turned me on. So I moved in the same way and again he moaned again. I smiled to myself and I turned to face him. He looked flushed and was clearly clenching his jaw. I sighed exasperatedly.

"You really can't help yourself, can you?" I asked.

Daniel stroked my nose, "You started it." He moaned as I moved again. "Stop it!" he groaned. I laughed.

"I'm sorry but you're really turning me on." I replied.

"Oh am I?" he said, seductively and reached down to kiss me. I met him half way and kissed him back and allowed his tongue access to my mouth. He massaged my tongue with his and I moaned softly. He lifted my top over my head and pulled my maternity jeggings down. He went to unclip my bra but I pushed his hand away and did it myself. His hands moved up to my breasts and began to massage them. I moaned loudly but them pushed him away. He looked at me, confused.

"You know, if we do this, we run the risk of inducing my labour." I said looking at him.

"Ab, that's an old wives tale and very unlikely to happen."

"I know but are you sure?"

"Sure that I want to have sex with my wife because I love her? Yes I'm sure!" He said, "And if we don't then I'm going to need a very cold shower."

I laughed and lent back down to kiss him. He may be an arse sometimes but I loved him really. I pulled off his shirt and undid his jeans before pulling them down and off. As he fondled my breasts, my hand found his dick and I spread the pre-cum from his slit all the way up his length. Daniel grabbed my shoulders and flipped us so that I was underneath him. He wriggled my pants off and gently thrust a finger into me. I moaned loudly, forgetting how much I loved this. Daniel added another finger and worked me into a mess, swearing and moaning. I got hold of his dick and pumped him until he was hard and fully erect. He then slid into me gently. I moaned loudly at this union and- as best I could- moved my hips up to encourage him. It worked, Daniel understood my urgency and thrust into me, deep and hard.

"Oh fuck, Dan, fuck!" I cried out, "Dyn, sy'n dda!"

"Fuck Abi!" he cried, "I love you!"

"I love you too… OH DANIEL!" I yelled as I came. An earthshattering orgasm washed over me and I collapsed back in the sofa panting heavily. It didn't take long for Daniel to come after me and he pulled out and collapsed at the other end of the sofa. Neither of us said anything for a while, we just lay there, catching our breath. I rubbed my belly- I thought I felt something but I put it from my mind. Then Daniel broke the silence.

"Man, I've missed that!" He said.

I laughed, "Me too!" My hand rested on my belly. "Stay put." I told it.

Daniel sat up and took my hands, "Look," he said, "If the baby comes, he comes. We're ready Abigail." He said.

I smiled at him, "I know we are." And I kissed him gently.

The rest of the day passed normally. It was just the two of us. We watched some trashy television and films. Then Daniel got up to cook dinner. I lay back on the sofa and put some 'Downton Abbey' on. Just then, I felt a twinge in my back. It was like a hand squeezing tightly on my lower back. As suddenly as it came it went. I shook my head. It was probably nothing. Daniel had made fish and chips for supper- he hand batters the cod and makes the chips from scratch. It's better than anything you could get at the chippy- which is what we had when I was staying at Sherlock's. We ate at the table- Mary had told us this was best at the moment.

After dinner, we had snuggle time on the sofa. The pain came back and this time it was stronger. I gasped out loud and sat up.

"Abi?" asked Daniel concerned and sitting up too.

"There's a pain." I groaned, "Comes every half an hour." I exhaled slowly, rubbing my belly.

"Abi," said Daniel, his eyes lighting up, "Abi, you're in labour!"

I smiled, "I know."

"What do we do?" he asked standing up.

"Help me upstairs, we need to sort the bed out."

Slowly and steadily, we made our way upstairs. Daniel pulled the bed covers away and took the top sheet off the mattress. He them helped me place some rubber sheets and disposable mats on the mattress. We then piled the pillows up on my side of the bed. Daniel ran down and got some cushions from the sofa to put on his side of the bed. I looked at him strangely.

"It's your first baby, it's going to be a long night." He said, placing the cushions in a comfortable arrangement.

I would have laughed but I was hit by another contraction. I moaned deeply and bent over the bed. Daniel came over and rubbed my back for me. It actually helped a little.

"When do we call John and Mary?" He asked. (John is a Doctor and I had asked him to deliver our baby. Mary was coming because she was a nurse and she knew what she was doing).

I let the contraction pass before answering him. "When the pains are coming every 5 minutes."

"Ok. How long will that take?" he asked, as I stood up again.

"It could take between 6 and 12 hours." I said.

"See told you, long night!" he said, smiling cheekily. I hit him on the arm.

"Can you blow up the birthing pool, please?" I asked, pacing up and down.

He nodded and got the box from under the bed. He opened it and pulled the pool out and the pump. It was electric so it didn't take very long to do. He then ran between the bathroom and the kitchen filling it up. I changed out of my clothes into a nightie. When the pool was full, I slipped into it. Daniel sat behind me and rubbed my shoulders.

Slowly the night passed. Daniel was either sleeping on the bed or down by side. At about 3 in the morning, I asked him to help me out of the birthing pool and get dried. I told him I was uncomfortable and the water was starting to go cold. Daniel helped me into a clean and dry nightie and helped me get comfortable in bed. I then tried to get some sleep.

I was woken at 7 in the morning by a sudden gushing from between my legs. I shook Daniel.

"Daniel!" I said. He groaned in his sleep. "Daniel! My waters have broken!"

"What?" he said, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"My waters have broken. You need to phone John!"

"Oh… Oh!" he said and a look of comprehension dawned on his face. He jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey John. Sorry its an early phone call." Said Daniel down the phone.

"Daniel, hi. No it's no problem. I've been up with Joseph all morning. What can I do for you?"

"Abigail's contractions started last night."

"Oh really?"

"Yes but she didn't see the need to bother you until she was more advanced."

"And is she?

"Yes, her waters just broke." He said.

"Ok. I'm on my way round. Get her in a position that she is comfortable in whether that's on the bed or standing up or whatever."

"Ok. Phone Sherlock and Dad and tell them that they are going to be grandparents today!"