"Jenna, if I see you with that hanger again I'm going to beat you with it! Stop scratching!" Mara admonished." You are only making it worse. Let me put some of that anti- itch powder in again." .
It had been three weeks since Jenna broke her arm. Her dosage of pain pills had been lowered and the searing July heat was driving her out of her mind. They had been up at the Bay house for five days but Sam wouldn't let Mara on the sailboat because he didn't want her to fall, and Jenna had also been banned because of her mobility issues. Mara had taken the key from Sam and hidden it, rationalizing that if they couldn't sail either could he. Sam wasn't about to cross Mara since she'd only recently started speaking to him with regularity. Mara was eight months pregnant and still didn't look like it. She'd only managed to gain 17 pounds and Dr. Phelps had given up on hoping for more.
"I can't swim, I can't sail. I'm going to bed. At least when I'm asleep, I don't itch!" Jenna pronounced and stomped up to her room.
"Poor kid, you coming swimming?" Sam asked before he dove into the water.
"No, I don't feel like it. I'm going to get an ice tea you want one?"
"Sure."
Mara came back ten minutes later after eating two pints of blueberries. She brought out a bowl of bing cherries and a large glass of ice tea. She sat down on the edge of the pool putting just her ankles in.
"What about me?"
"Sorry I only have two hands, you can share my drink." Mara replied picking up a cherry and efficiently tying the stem with her tongue.
Mara's little skill turned Sam on, until he finally realized that it was merely the way she always ate cherries. She did it mindlessly and was never aware of it until someone brought it up. Sam swam a few laps until he decided he wanted a drink. He swam underwater until he could see Mara's feet and surfaced in front of her. She had arched her back supporting it with her hands behind her. Sam's eyes immediately focused on her very full, round breasts straining beneath the thin cotton of her white button down shirt. He reached up and gently started undoing the buttons on her shirt. Mara looked down when she felt a drop of water on her stomach.
"The girls can't breathe," Sam replied with a sexy grin as he manipulated the last three buttons.
Pleased with his new view, he let a drop of water fall on her right nipple and watched as it contracted into a hard pebble. He repeated the move on her left nipple before gently raking his teeth over it.
Mara moaned softly but didn't move. Undeterred, he started working her shorts off as his lips continued their assault on her breasts. He parted her legs and stood between them, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her into the water with him.
"Samuel, you are very lucky I'm quite horny at the moment or I'd drown you."
Sam kissed her passionately as he entered her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands kneading the firm roundness of his defined cheeks as he tilted her to thrust deeper. She remembered why she didn't like making love in the pool as she struggled to keep a firm grasp on him. Sam noticed her enthusiasm had greatly diminished and carried her out of the pool and to the lounge chair on the deck The change of location pleased Mara greatly and Sam was rewarded.
A few hours later Mara checked in on Jenna and told her they were going out to dinner to a local seafood place. Sam had just finished commenting on the prompt service and the attention the waiter was giving them when Jenna rolled her eyes at him.
"What was that for young lady?" Sam asked.
"Ya think the service could have something to do with the playmate sitting beside you?" Jenna retorted.
Sam was about to respond when he was distracted by quite the view of his wife's cleavage as she leaned over to grab another piece of bread.
"I rest my case!" Jenna said loudly to get Sam to look at her instead of her Aunt's cleavage.
"What are the two of you nattering about?" Mara asked.
"Mar, I know that the baby is responsible, but don't you own anything you aren't almost popping out of?" Jenna asked.
"No and I refuse to buy new clothes with only a month to go."
"But your boobs are going to be huge for quite some time."
"True but fall is coming and this horrendous heat will be over. I won't be wearing tank or halter tops anymore."
"I hate the fall." Sam said with a sexy grin.
"Yeah, because you don't like Mara in tight turtleneck sweaters at all!" Jenna replied sarcastically rolling her eyes once again.
The waiter placed a plate of scallops in front of Mara. "Thanks, I'm eight months pregnant and ravenous." She said with a grin. "That should end any little fantasy he was having about me."
Jenna and Sam both chuckled at her comment as they dug into their crab alfredo.
July 28 2009
"I thought you weren't going in this week" Sam asked as he left a kiss on the swell of each breast, She was wearing this scope neck top that she'd had for years that had only recently become rather revealing.
"What gave you that idea? I've got three meetings this morning and one at noon. I'm going to call it a day around two. I'm going to see Dr. Phelps at 2:15."
"I"ll drop by a little before two then."
"What are you doing today?"
"Ginger is going to bring Samantha over. Jenna is going to entertain her while we work on my course syllabus."
"Oh. You know if you are a good boy, I might just show up for your first lecture. I'll wear a very short skirt, a very revealing top and sit in the front row."
Sam smiled and kissed each breast again. "Every top you own is revealing dear. I'm afraid my students wouldn't learn very much watching me ravish you."
"Oh I think we could teach them a thing or two." Mara replied saucily.
"Ginger suggested I do a dry run the day before. I'm expecting you to attend."
"That gives me several weeks to find the perfect saucy school girl look."
"Now I need a cold shower. You go to work."
Mara laughed evilly as she left the room.
"Where's Sam?" Jenna asked as she handed her a tall glass of orange juice.
"Taking a cold shower."
"So you got him all hot and bothered and walked away again eh?"
"Actually this time he sent me away first. Thanks for breakfast."
Mara dug into a mushroom, ham and cheese omelet. When she was done she washed the dishes for Jenna, gave her a kiss and was out the door.
"Sam, I really think you have them reading too much weeks 7 and 8. You've got to get rid of 3, of those articles."
"I can't they are all important."
"Sam if you include them, ¾ of the class is not going to read them, so why bother? If they are that important summarize them and ask them to read them when they have time."
"I'll think about it, Ginger. Leave a question mark in the margin and we'll go on."
"Sam, it's 1:45, you better get going if you don't want Mar to leave without you."
"Thanks Jenna, I'm on my way."
"Doctor's appointment." Ginger guessed.
"Yes, Mara's due in 3 weeks so Dr. Phelps wants to see her every 3 days. I think it's more to reassure her than for any concerns."
"She's been so incredible with Mara."
"Yes she's been a God send. Now of course, there is no room for the baby or anything to put the baby in but..."
"Sam, it's a small price to pay for your wife's mental health. You do have stuff, by the way. It's all in my basement. We couldn't throw Mar a shower so we're going to do baby party for her instead."
"Ah that's sweet Ginger. You think you could make me a list of what I'll actually have to buy."
"I think I could arrange that. You better get going boss."
"Thanks Ging." Sam replied kissing her on the cheek before he dashed out the door.
"So you're not coming in tomorrow, right Pamela Lee?" Leslie teased.
"Everyone is obsessed with my breasts. Yes they are huge. Get over it people!" Mara sighed.
"Oh come on Mar, Hooters called. They just named your boobs Hooters of the decade." Leslie teased again.
"Remind me to fire your skinny ass before I leave."
"Sam isn't going to want to share his favourite toys with the baby."
"Don't think the thought hasn't crossed my mind. Sam has always been in deep lust with the girls.
Which was a good thing because they like attention, but I swear he's addicted to them now. He's always playing with them. He knows I haven't been wearing a bra for almost 2 months which only encourages him. If I wasn't afraid that it would hurt to take them off, I'd put, off limits stickers on them."
Leslie started laughing which only got louder when she saw Sam heading towards her desk. Mara was laughing too which immediately put Sam on guard.
"What's so funny?"
"Leslie just called me Pamela Lee so I said that would make you Tommy Lee and it cracked us up."
"Both of you have too much time on your hands I see. You ready to go?"
"Yes."
Mara had grabbed her purse and was on the way out the door when Leslie looked up at her.
"Congressman Wiez is on line one, he just missed you right?"
"Nah, I'll take it. I won't be on for long." Mara handed Sam her purse and sat back down at her desk. She was only on the phone for five minutes and knew they would have just enough time to make her appointment. They were standing at the elevator when Mara noticed the red light flashing.
"Quick Sam try to open the stairwell."
Sam pushed on the bar but it was locked.
"Damn it, we're in lock down. OK Sam, let's go to the conference room right now. Leslie, I left 5 minutes ago OK?"
"Yes boss."
"Why are we going to the conference room?" Sam asked.
"Shhs, just go and try not to draw attention to us."
Mara closed the door to the conference room and dropped the blinds.
"Wouldn't couch sex be more comfortable?" Sam teased.
"Shut up and stand perfectly still beside me." Mara ordered as she opened a closet , took out her cell phone and pointed it at the back of the closet.
Sam's jaw dropped when the back of the closet swung open. "What the hell?"
"We are escaping . Now step right..." Sam heard Mara suck air through her teeth as she doubled over in pain.
"No, this can't be happening now!"
"What?"
"I'm going into freaking labour!"
"You can't be! It's 3 weeks early!"
"Tell that to your kid! Shit, it's going to be more dangerous for us to make a break for it. Step out of the closet Sam "
Mara closed the swinging door and sat down on a chair. She glanced at her watch and dialed Dr. Maureen Phelps.
"Hi Gail, the embassy has just been locked down and I'm also going into labour as we speak. Can I talk to Maureen?"
"Yeah, give me a second."
"Mara, are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure and the fact that we are in a lock down only strengthens the fact that I'm going to have the baby now."
"If you tell them they'll let you out right?"
"No, they will tell me they have to get back to me. By the time that happens the baby will be two!"
"Well if you're in lock down, they won't let me in either."
"True, but I'm going to bypass that. Can you meet Jenna in front of the Roots on the second floor of Canada Place in fifteen minutes?"
"Give or take a five minutes yes."
"Good, bring whatever one needs to birth a baby. See you soon." Mara hung up and dialed Jenna.
"Hi Mar, what's up?"
"I'm going into labour and we're in a lock down."
"Holy crap, you can't make it out?"
"I was trying to when this started. Can you show Dr. Phelps in to the conference room. She'll meet you at Roots in 15 minutes."
"I'm on my way."
"Kay." Mara hit the phone in the conference room and got Leslie.
"I'm going into labour dear, get my security."
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable in your office?" Sam asked as the panic started to build inside of him.
"It's easier to clean up in here. Bloody hell! Who's dumb idea was it to only do Lamaze next week?"
"I think it would be wise to not remind you dear. Some one was caught up in the notion of not needing it because of an epideral."
The phone rang and Mara picked it up. "Yes?"
"Hi Mara. This is Frank Hart, I'm security chief today. You wanted me?"
"Frank I've gone in to labour. You need to end this lock down now!"
"I'm afraid I don't..."
"Frank, don't tell me that. Get on the friging phone and tell whoever the situation and make them give you the authority to end this lock down!" Mara hung up the phone and screamed as another contraction took over her body.
Leslie heard the scream down the hall and rushed to the conference room. One look at Sam and Mara's face said it all.
"Crap, you're in labour. What can I do?"
"Go grab the pillows from my office because if I hold Sam's hand, I'll break it."
Leslie was back in two minutes and got right on the phone to Abbey who was going to pack and head to the airport. She called the pilot and told him he was leaving for Manchester immediately. She called Toby, who asked her to book him on the next flight from Laguardia as he was on his way. Sam and Mara just sat back and watched her in action, mobilizing the troops in record time with astounding efficiency.
"Wow, that was beyond impressive Leslie. If it's a girl I think we are going to have to name her Leslie."
"Aww, that's so sweet Sam. Mara I think I've seen ice chips in the movies. I'll go get you some."
"Put them in the bottom of a double JD please."
"Mara, if you do that there is no way you can have an epideral."
Leslie ignored the ensuing discussion because she had no intention of giving Mara anything stronger than a Dr..Pepper.
"Sam, I think we need to start thinking of boys names. We're having a boy."
"Did you go behind my back and..."
"Shut the hell up! No, I did not ask Dr.Phelps but she knows. I can tell, I'm sure it's a boy."
"Well Ginger told me that her basement is filled with baby things. Thank God or we never would have had time to..."
"Samuel Norman Seaborn! I swear to God, I'm going to be a single mother if you utter one more word of criticism. Am I making myself fucking clear?"
"Crystal." Sam muttered not daring to roll his eyes.
Going in to labour freaked Mara out and she felt like a caged animal. .She called Ron and told him that they had ten minutes to get Dr. Phelps inside or she was taking matters in to her own hands. She then called President John Hoynes and asked him to order the FBI or Secret Service or whoever was doing a lock down test to end it. Their conversation was interrupted by another contraction and when Mara returned she told John that he doctor was there and that she'd kill anyone who tried to stop them from leaving.
"How far apart are the contractions?" Dr. Phelps asked.
"On top of each other." Mara hissed as another one began.
"That was almost 4 minutes apart." Sam supplied..
With Leslie and Jenna's help the conference table became a sterile field and Mara was helped on to the table.
"Well Mara, looks like I won't have to pack this weekend after all." Dr. Phelps said without thinking. as she checked to see how dilated her patient was.
"Pack this weekend? MARA!" Sam yelled wanting to murder her.
"No child of mine was going to be born a Yankee!" Mara yelled back giving Sam her death glare.
"Well Mara, you can rest easy. You are completely dilated and you will have this baby on Canadian Embassy soil."
"Dr. Phelps, doesn't the water have to... Yuck!."
Mara couldn't help but laugh. "Jenna you want to ask if the baby should be born right away?"
"Nice try Mara, but it's not that fast."
"Jenna, feel free to leave if this is going to gross you out. Oh remember Maureen I ..."
"Yes you want a clean baby put in your hands. Sam, you don't look too good. I want you to go splash some water on your face and take few deep breaths on the patio. I'll send Jenna to get you."
"Go Sam! I don't want you passing out, because I'm going to order everyone to ignore you."
"Kay, I'll be back in five."
"So I'll take that epidural now ."
"I'm afraid you are too far along Mara. You are going to have a natural birth in every sense of the word."
"Dear God, you aren't joking." Mara whispered mortified.
"Look on the bright side, this is going to be a very short labour"
"That's easy for you to say! You're not the one about to pass a watermelon!"
"I can guarantee you won't be delivering a watermelon Mara."
"It's a boy isn't it."
"Mara, you said you wanted to be surprised."
"I lied. I hate surprises. I just didn't want to know and loose a baby, I'd already named and made plans for. Not knowing has made it a little easier to deal with. I've known for months that it's a boy. I tried pushing it out of my mind but I couldn't. I just kept worrying over and over again that I'd loose Sam's heir. I didn't want to hear anything about the baby. I didn't want to plan or get ready . I kept putting the Lamaze off because the closer I got to this moment , the more terrified I became that something would go horribly wrong."
"Oh Mara, I'm amazed you don't have an ulcer. How did you deal with that? That much emotional stress could've lead to another miscarriage. That is probably why you didn't gain the ideal amount of weight. I wish you would have talked to me. I could have helped you Mara. Pregnancy is suppose to be a joyous time not torture. Trust me, the physical pain is going to be nothing compared to the anguish you've inflicted on yourself the last 7 months. It's a boy."
"Damn, I was hoping for a sister." Jenna exclaimed. "Oops I said that out loud didn't I?"
"Yes you did, but I understand darling. I know I always wanted a daughter because I love you so much."
"Well you already have the world's greatest daughter so I guess you have to settle for a son." Jenna said with a grin before kissing Mara.
"Jenna, with minds as impressive as ours, I think we should be able to raise an intelligent man."
Maureen chuckled, "Jenna I'd move my hand if I were you."
Jenna had just enough time to move before another contraction hit Mara hard.
"That was three minutes apart Mara. On the next one I want you to start pushing. Jenna go get..."
"Sam. I'm on my way."
Jenna found him on the patio looking out towards the Capital with a bottle of water in his hand.
"It's show time Sam and it is a boy. I may not agree with the way Mar, handled this, but I swear if you mention how she coped with this pregnancy in anything other than glowing terms, I will hurt you."
"You just channeled her there and damn that's some scary stuff." Sam muttered.
A huge grin spread across her face before she chased after Sam. She stopped to tell Leslie a new Canadian was about to be born. Sam walked in to the conference room and caught a view of his wives anatomy that made him feel queasy. She quickly made his way up towards her head and stood with his back to Maureen. Jenna walked in exclaimed "Cool!" and volunteered to be the obstetric nurse. Sam quickly told her she could, in fact, cut the cord, his eyes never leaving Mara's face. If Mara wasn't so nervous and uncomfortable she'd tease him for being such a wuss.
"Mara, on the next contraction I want you to start pushing."
"Sam, quick I want to dictate a letter."
"Mara?"
"Just grab some bloody paper and write what I say!" Mara screamed.
Sam looked around quickly and grabbed a binder off a shelf, flipping to the last few pages he tore the standard blank note pages out. He pulled his pen out of his shirt pocket and gave Mara his 'well?' look.
"My darling Son, I wish I could tell you stories of how jubilant I felt while carrying you. I wish I could share all my dreams and hopes for you. Unfortunately, I was so worried I'd never be able to carry you to term that I refused to dream, to even hope I'd be able to hold you in my arms and play with your tiny fingers and profess my undying love to you. Never think that I didn't want you. The truth is, that all my hopes and dreams will finally come true when Maureen delivers you in a few minutes. You will quickly learn that your father and I are not playing with a full deck and that your sister Jenna isn't' either. Don't worry little one, we're the good kind of crazy. We embrace the silly little things in life and argue about stupid things because we all love the sound of our own voices. You're Daddy is going to be President of the United States one day, but don't worry. You're a Canadian, so you'll have the backing of a real country behind you. I love you already and I've never even met you. Love always Mom. aka the Canadian Ambassador to the United States of America or Mrs. Sam Seaborn."
Sam put the paper and his pen down behind Mara's head and leaned over to kiss his wife with tears streaming down his face. In the middle of the kiss he mouthed I'm sorry. Mara felt another contraction and intensified the kiss as she pushed with all her might. She finally had to break their kiss to breathe and as she did, she heard the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard; the first cry of their son.