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Never Been Pregnant Total Vaughn Lover Chapter 2 Part IV"Dr. Sam Coulson"
Josie was laid stomach down on their comfy bed, complete with ruffles and cute throw pillows, decorated by yours truly. She had a magazine open before her, the newest issue of "Good Housekeeping." A trail of clothing started from the door that was still ajar, indicating that the owner of the pantyhose, black suit and heels had been eager to throw them off and get into some more comfortable clothes.
She was currently trying to get through an article that featured Actress Kelly Leeper, the only woman who seemed to always be pregnant after a sweepstakes, but her sudden headache and stomach crap forced her to put the magazine down. She'd tried to concentrate on the page once more but her migraine caused her eyesight to blur and all the words melded into one indecipherable blob. She cocked her ear in the direction of the shower and smiled. Sam was singing, or trying to sing, "Glory of Love," which echoed due to the acoustics of the shower. Josie wasn't complaining. It was serving as a nice distraction, and it felt undeniably homey.
All in all, today had been an extremely wonderful day. She'd woken up to a brief breakfast in bed since they'd both been running late, found out not only was she going to be promoted at her job to star reporter, but that she was going to have Sam's baby! And then, just being around Sam, having dinner with him, having him cut her meat, all of it had been perfect.
The last thing she needed was her stomach to act up. She still had a few hours to savor of their first anniversary and she wanted to do something other than lay down and be grouchy because she felt so terrible. Her sweet husband probably wouldn't mind nursing her back to health, or at least try and make thing a bit more bearable for her, but he deserved better. At the least, it was she who should be giving Sam's body a nice rub down. She'd watched Sam cringe as he'd stood up at the table and every time he'd sat down, and she knew it was because he was having muscle pain.
Not that it meant that Sam Coulson was in any way out of shape. He just had a tendency of over-exerting himself when it came to his favorite sport. And now the muscles of his legs and upper back had began solidifying himself, hence why he'd run into the shower the moment they'd gotten home so he could drench himself under the strong gushing water and loosen those muscle cramps.
Josie felt pathetic but she really couldn't move a muscle. She lifted her hand up about a foot but it slammed back down like an involuntary muscle. If only her body would allow her to stand up without making it an excruciating endeavor each time. But she wasn't counting on it, she would just have to settle on taking a shower before she left for work.
The water turning off and the smell of clean soap and after shave wafting into the room interrupted Josie's thoughts of self pity. Yes! Any moment now she would have Sam beside her, an amazing man who could probably convince her that she wasn't hurting as bad as she thought and get her to actually believe it.
"I am the knight who will fight for your honor," Sam began singing as he took care of his after shower business and promptly stopped when he overheard Josie's teasing giggle. "Okay, so I'm not the next Josh Groban," he chuckled and Josie's heart beat faster when she turned her head toward the glass door that reflected a smoked up outline of Sam, wearing boxer short, pulling up his pants.
"No, yyou're not," she chimed in, putting a hand to her stomach that had gotten worse with every laugh.
"Hello, as my wife you're supposed to tell me that I can do everything I want to do and be everything I want to be. Not add more fire to my low self-esteem," he informed her, his voice muffled, probably because he had a towel rubbing his head.
"Says who?" she groaned back, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying out.
"Somewhere in the marital vows, but it's a little confusing because they use old language and it makes it sound like it means something else. In other words, it doesn't actually say I Josie Geller will not tell Sam Coulson that he can't sing, but it's common sense," Sam chided her. "You don't make fun of your significant other, since there's always that risk that it can turn out ugly and hurt someone's feelings."
Ugh! She loved Sam but he really needed to leave his lecturing in his classroom, though she did find the tone he used to lay down the law quite attractive.
"Take me for instance. I think I'm golden when it comes to making you feel your best when you're not, bringing you back up when you're down and you can practically guarantee that you can come to me for an ego booster," he boasted and Josie suddenly had an image of Sam winning a "Best Ego Booster," medal. "For example, I'm going to compliment you right now." He paused then what he said next came out sounding very gentle and warm. "I am betting what happened at the Bistro D'Orange Poisson is the first time in history that the restaurant actually paid someone other than a sports or movie star to stay to please the guests who all wanted your John Hancock, if I remember correctly."
Josie assumed that was correct but she wasn't about to validate it. Besides, she believe the only reason her article had so many readers was because it was a rare article to be completely happy and the picture of the handsome brunette probably gathered a fan following of its' own, not the effort she'd made to make the words mellifluous.
"I mean, everyone, every single person in that restaurant wanting an autograph, and at the Bistro, we're talking execs, movie stars, Ivy Leaguers, and there were at least ten parties going on at the same time," Sam recalled as he pulled up the bathroom mat. "And then there was that huge line outside we had to go through if we had any hope of getting out of there."
"Yyeah, sorry about that," she said through gritted teeth, clutching the throw pillow against her sore abdomen.
"No, don't be sorry," he told her. Then he paused as if he were in a thought and then he exploded in a "Gawd! Your hands must really hurt! Just give me a second to mop up the floor and then I'll give them a nice massage."
"Actually, it's not my hand," she stammered but she doubted he heard her since he was rummaging through cabinets. She then heard a high-pitched, "Aah!" and she saw the tall figure of Sam come crashing to the ground.'
"Sam, are you okay?" she whimpered, watching carefully to see if Sam would be able to stand up.
"Yeah, I'm good," he told her as he slowly got to his feet and rubbed the purple bruise that was readily forming on his hip. "Actually my hip feels a tad better, other than the impact with the floor, I don't feel it jabbing me anymore."
"I guess that's a good thing," Josie through as she curled herself into a ball and pulled the covers over her body, warming up her abdomen always cured her menstrual cramps.
"Okay," Sam exhaled as he waddled out of the steaming bathroom with a bottle of lotion in one hand and his hip on the other. "Let's give your hand Sam Coulson's anniversary special massage, complete with rich buttermilk lotion guaranteed not only to stop the pain but make you so comfortable that you'll drift off to sleep."
"Um Sam, it's actually my stomach that's bothering me. I mean, I know that my body is going through extreme changes but isn't pregnancy supposed to be a pleasant part of my life?" she whined as Sam took a seat next to her and gently leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "And my head, it's like I'm having a migraine of a migraine. I'm surprised I haven't lost my dinner yet. I felt so nauseated when we got home, but you were in the bathroom and I didn't have the strength to go downstairs."
"Oh...honey. Jose, I'm sorry that you're hurting. You should have told me that you needed to use the restroom. My shower could have waited."
"No, it's okay, I don't have to go anymore anyway," Josie whined, burying her head into her pillow. "Besides, you needed it. I saw you, you could barely move after you came off the ice."
"Probably because I was stupid and sat down on the ice in my freaking jeans. You know I never wear any snow stuff because I never fall down," Sam murmured, looking extremely embarassed. Then he cocked his chin down onto her forehead. "Honey, maybe you can give me a chance to make it feel better. I think the same thirty minute massage can do wonders for your tummy. And many you'd like some tylenol for your headache?" he suggested then gazed down at his wife who'd turned away. "Does that sound good to you?"
Josie managed a weak smile as she gently brushed her hair behind her ear. "No, I'm not sure tylenol is approved to be taken by pregnant women. I'm not about to jeopardize my baby's life before she's even fully formed."
"Okay, but I don't want you feeling miserable all night long. You sure there's nothing I can give you? Is there anything you're craving like sardines, or pickles?" he inquired, willing to do just about anything to help Josie's unfortunate side effects.
Josie scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew expecting mothers had strange cravings but sardines and pickles should never belong in the same sentence as far as she was concerned. "I guess what I'm really craving is to get my hair washed. I mean, you come out smelling all fresh and now I feel dirty."
"You want me to shampoo your hair?" he laughed as though what she was saying was the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Honey, you treasure your golden locks. Don't you remember the day you complained to me that the wind was blowing your hair into your face? You went all spastic when I tried to put it back into a pony tail!"
"If I remember correctly, we were just starting to date and I was trying to hide the good-sized bruise you gave my neck from kissing," she retorted. Sam turned his blue-green eyes away and heat crept up his neck. "Sam, please, you told me the massage would make me feel better, I bet a shampoo with your fingers kneading away at my strained brain muscles is exactly what the doctor ordered."
Sam gave her a sideway glance, looking as though he were about to reject her for the first time in his life. But when Josie pulled herself off the pillow and laid onto his lap, he was won over.
"Okay, let me treat your stomach first and if you are up to it and comfortable enough to walk over to the bathroom, I'll think about doing your hair," Sam offered as he gently squeezed her shoulders. "Okay?"
"Okay."
"Great, well let's get you lying comfortably on your back," he instructed her. He put down the hefty bottle of lotion then gently tugged her away from the pillow and laid her down. "I'm going to examine your belly, figure out where it hurt, where it's sharp and dull, you know...so I could make an accurate diagnosis."
Josie couldn't help it, she giggled. Accurate diagnosis? It was like he was playing doctor. Sam gently moved the covers away them rolled up the hem of her tank top, then he began touching her stomach gently, pressing down gently in certain areas. Josie tried to play along with his "Dr Coulson," thing but his straight face made her dissolve into giggles.
"Did that tickle?" he inquired as he continued his "examination." Josie nodded and then suddenly let out a loud, "Ah!" He'd hit a tender spot. She could barely lie still as Sam put his hands back on that spot and felt it more thoroughly. She could tell he'd made a mental note of it before he moved on.
But the time Sam Coulson has completed the exam, he found three tender spots.
"Okay Josie, I'm diagnosing your pain as just plain tension. Happens to me sometimes and the best method of treatment is rubbing heavy lotion into the whole area, concentrating on the tender area and make sure we relieve all that pressure."
Josie continued to giggle.
"Jose, did you understand everything I said because I'm not about to let you sue me for not informing you enough," he demanded in a mildly-stern tone with the famous eyebrow raised.
"Yes Dr. Coulson," she sang. Sam's eyes crinkled and she could tell he appreciated that comment. He patted her on the stomach then stood up with a, "I'll be right back."
Josie watched Sam as he returned with a basin. He set it down then submerged the towel sitting in the water and rung it out well till there were no visible drops of water. He then turned to his wife's exposed abdomen and washed it thoroughly. She guessed he was "disinfecting," it before he started on her.
"You're a big quiet. You have any questions before I do my job?" Sam asked gently as she dried her with another towel he had.
She really didn't but looked at her so expectantly she knew she had to say something. She decided to go with the oldest question in the book. "Okay. I just have one question then. When you were feeling me, it hurt in some places, does that mean it's going to hurt now?"
Sam bit his lip as he thought how to answer her. He hadn't expected her to ask about pain control. "Um...I guess I should be honest with you. I'm doing this to relieve your pain so truthfully, this should make you more comfortable but yeah...I guess it's possible that it'll hurt a little till I can get your muscles to relax. Maybe closing your eyes and thinking of something else will help you with that."
She couldn't believe how uncomfortable and unconfident Sam had become. He really didn't want to hurt her. "Okay, I'll try that. Just uh...don't get mad if I squirm a little."
Sam shot her a mischievous wink. "Sweetie, I'm going to reward you for putting up with my amateur healing skills." Josie felt very content and laid back, thinking of what she could make her husband for dinner tomorrow night. But Sam's conversation with her belly interrupted her thoughts.
"Hey baby of mine, it's your daddy," he cooed as he kissed her on the abdomen. "Your mommy is hurting so I'm going to give her a nice massage, so you might feel a little pressure. II'll try not to jolt you too much okay?" He kissed her again then added, "I hope you can hear me because I want you to know I've already fallen in love with you."
Then he poured some lotion into his hands and began working on her stomach. Josie let out a few groans. It hurt and she wasn't used to having so much pressure on her stomach, but it felt so damn good. She'd had Sam give her back rubs and had him knead the aching out of the soles of her feet after a long day of walking in heels, so she'd known he was great. But what he was doing now felt so wonderful she was sure he'd found a new way to get her aroused.
"You know Josie, call me an over-zealous and proud father but...I've already through of some names for our child," he blurted out suddenly.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I thought Angelina for a girl because we already know our daughters are going to be perfect and beautiful angels, just look at their mother," he teased and Josie smiled. "Or Angel, Angelica, there are a few variations."
"Hmm and what about a middle name?"
"Juliet," he answered without hesitation. "Of course, pulled out of the genius Shakespearean work, "Romeo and Juliet."
"Angelina Juliet Coulson," Josie thought, trying it out. "You know, that does have a nice ring to it."
"Course any name will be perfect with Coulson on the end," he boasted jokingly as he concentrated on the task at hand.
"It worked wonders for my name," she agreed. "And did Dr. Coulson think of any boy names? Oh, wait a minute, that's easy. Just make him a Jr!"
"Funny, Josie. Though I'm flattered and assuming he's going to turn into a handsome and kind young man, I still think he deserves a well-thought name as well," Sam explained as he submerged his glistening hands into the basin and rinsed them. "So I was thinking, Davis, Miller or Ethan, a good strong boy's name. And Miller could be the middle name."
"No special Shakespearean name for our son?" she chuckled as Sam wrung out his hands and wiped them on a towel.
"I guess not. I wanted a nice strong name for our son, but I didn't want to name him Hamlet. And David is a name out of the good book, I'm sure he'll be pleased," he assured her and he gently pulled down the hem of her tank top.
"Great, so I guess we can go with Miller David Coulson then," she suggested and Sam rewarded her with a handsome smile to show that he agreed. "So I guess I'm done, doc?"
"Yup, I've done all I can do for you. How do you feel now?" he inquired with overwhelming curiousity.
"Actually, a lot better. So that it? What should I do if I have any more pain?" she asked as she sat up.
"I'd prescribe that your husband lean over and give you two heart-stopping kissed and if that doesn't sedate you, I don't know what will," he answered, barely keeping a straight face.
"Great, well thanks Dr Coulson, you were absolutely wonderful. Hopefully my husband won't get jealous because I'm coming back if I have any problems," she stated firmly as she got to her feet then put her hands in Sam's and pulled him up. "But right now, I've got a shampoo date with my husband," she added as she dragged a reluctant to wash her hair Sam to their bathroom.
So there you have it, 2 parts and don't worry, I'm working on the next chapter! Thanks for all your support, hope you'll keep reading and we'll talk again next time!!
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