Martin entered the flat, carrying a paper takeaway bag. As soon as he opened the door he felt a wall of cold air hit him. He shivered as he toed his shoes off and immediately put on a pair of slippers before venturing further into the flat.

"Molls? I've got sushi." Martin called.

"You'll have to come help me up, Martin." Molly said from the living room. He ducked around the corner to see what she was doing and stopped short.

Molly was lying on her back on the floor with a pile of pillows under her back and her feet up on the couch. All of the fans in the room were pointed at her.

"Um, Molls… What are you doing?" Martin asked, feeling a little silly as he did.

"It's cooler down here. Putting my feet up reduces the swelling in my feet. Also this position helps relax my pelvis a bit which feels good." Molly said with her eyes closed. She was wearing an old pair of Martin's running shorts and a tank top that couldn't even dream of covering her massive belly. Despite the air conditioning and the many fans, she was still feeling overheated in the late July heat.

Martin would have complained about the freezing cold temperature, but he knew better. He had been freezing in his own home for almost an entire month now, while his wife roasted. He felt so bad for her inescapable uncomfortableness so he just layered on the sweaters and socks and didn't say anything.

Molly held out a hand for Martin's help. He got behind her and helped lift her into a sitting position before helping her to her feet. Martin headed for the kitchen to set up dinner while Molly waddled slowly behind him. The baby had dropped quite low and it made walking difficult for her.

"So what do you want to do tomorrow?" Martin asked as they munched on their sushi. Tomorrow was Molly's due date and they both had requested the day off.

"I think I just want to stay home with you. Don't want to go rushing about and get caught in labour in the middle of something, you know? Let's just stay here, cuddle on the couch, watch movies, you know? Just enjoy being the two of us without kids before it's over." Martin smiled. He couldn't have come up with a better idea if he had tried.


They spent the day on the couch watching light hearted comedies and romantic classics, but nothing else happened. Molly didn't go into labour that day, nor did she go into labour the next day, or the day after that. In fact, a week after her due date, Molly still hadn't gone into labour.

"I want it out of me, Martin." Molly growled on the morning of August 2nd. She was walking in circles around the bedroom, because a friend had told her that walking could stimulate labour.

"I know Molls. I wish there was something I could do." Martin was just as miserable as Molly, although a lot less uncomfortable.

"Here, why don't you try those accupressure points again." Molly said, sitting down on the bed next to Martin. He pulled her swollen feet over to him and began to massage halfway up the sides of her calves. They had been trying this all week, and Molly said she felt small contractions when he did it, so they kept on trying it, hoping that eventually it was cause labour to begin.

After half an hour Molly groaned.

"Okay stop, that hurts now." Martin ran his hands up Molly's legs and slid up the bed to lie on his side next to her. Molly looked over at him with a thoughtful expression.

"What?" Martin asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Fuck me."

Martin spluttered for a second while trying to come up with an answer.

"What!" was all he could manage.

"I want you to fuck me, Martin. Sex me up, make me feel good. I know it's been a while but I'm sure you'll remember." Molly said, a wry smile on her face as she poked fun at her husband.

"I know what you meant. Aren't you in pain though, or uncomfortable? I wouldn't want to make you more uncomfortable than you already are."

"Listen, everyone says sex is a great way to induce labour. I don't feel particularly sexy right now, but I want to have sex with you." Molly pulled him over and began to kiss him earnestly. It took Martin a second, but he soon responded, pulling Molly's shorts down as he kissed her.

It took them a few moments to get their clothes off but once they were Molly settled back against the pillows, pulling Martin in for another luxuriously slow snog. His hands were all over her body, touching, caressing, squeezing. It didn't take long before he was slowly sliding into her. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, just rocking slightly against Molly. He looked at her, a bit indecisively.

"That's good, so good Martin." Molly breathed. She tried to lean up to kiss him but her belly got in the way. She growled in frustration and bucked her hips. If she couldn't enjoy making love to her husband slowly, she would ramp up the heat.

"Go, Martin. I know you want to, so do it. I'm not going to break." She said, grabbing his hand kissing the palm. Martin groaned and began to thrust his hips, slowly pulling out all the way and then sliding back in. Molly nipped at his hand and he gave a little yelp, slamming hard into her in surprise.

"Yes!" she cried out at the firm pressure, throwing her head back agains the pillow with a smile on her face.

Martin was still unsure about Molly having such rough sex in her condition, but who was he to say whether or not she should enjoy something? He threw all of his cautions to the wind and began thrusting in earnest. Molly kept a hold of his hand and began to suck on his fingers, causing his movements to become a little frantic for a moment.

"How do you do this to me!" Martin asked breathlessly.

"I know what you like." Molly said through clenched teeth as Martin began to rub her clit. "And boy, do you know what I like." Martin grinned at that.

It didn't take them long before they were both crashing through their orgasms, crying out each other's names.

Martin pulled the blanket over them to guard against the overactive air conditioning and they lay there panting for quite a while before coming back to reality.

"If you don't go into labour in the next hour, we should definitely repeat this experiment." Martin said after a while.

Molly burst out laughing.


Molly didn't go into labour in the next hour. However, she did wake up early the next morning without knowing what woke her up. After a second she realized that her belly felt unusually tight. She gasped, running her hands over it, and before she knew it, the tightness had faded. She sat up and grabbed her phone, pulling up the app she had downloaded to keep track of contractions when the time came. The time had definitely come.

However, it was about 4 in the morning, and she knew it would be a long process, so she didn't move or wake up Martin. She just leaned back against the pillows and dozed between contractions.

Martin woke up at 7:30, at which time the contractions were coming about half an hour apart, and only lasting about 15 seconds each. When he woke up Molly was in the middle of one such contraction.

"What are you doing?" he asked, rubbing his face into his pillow, fighting to stay asleep.

"Timing my contraction." Molly said, a little tightly from the pain. Martin yelped and jumped out of bed.

"What! You're in labour?" he asked, running around trying to find some trousers.

"Have been for almost four hours. Those trousers are on backwards. Take them off and get back into bed, silly. We don't need to go anywhere for a few hours more, at the very least." Molly said, trying to hide her grin at Martin's antics and failing completely. Martin blushed a bit, but he took the sweatpants off and climbed back under the covers, pulling Molly to cuddle against him.

"So when do we go to the hospital?" he asked.

"When the contractions are four minutes apart, last one minute, and have been that way for one hour or more." Molly said.

"And what are the stats right now?"

"15 second contractions every half hour or so. It's going to take a while, love."

"What do you want to do while we wait?" Martin asked.

"Why don't we put the laptop on the bed and watch some movies? I'm comfy here, I don't really want to move to the couch."

"We can do anything you want, Molls." Martin said. He gave Molly a kiss and went to fetch the laptop and a stack of her favourite movies. He didn't know how long they'd be at this, but if it was going to be their last day as just the two of them, he was going to make it a good one.