Chapter 49- Desperation Day
A/N: I can't quite believe that this chapter is coinciding with the last day of full cast shooting. It's been an emotionally hard day for the die hard fans, but I can tell you, I totally want a pack of those tissues. They would be great for bribery. This turned into another long chapter, but the next one will be really short in prep for the birth. I will absolutely try to publish on her actual birthday, and it should happen as of right now, but I can't make any promises. This chapter also contains more smut, but it's not quite as graphic as previous weeks.
And I also want to say kudos to all the new people that posted in the last week! I've actually had something to read, and I enjoyed reading all of them! I hope that you continue!
The past week and a half hadn't been at all unlike their first summer together. There was a lot of sex, a lot of raging hormones, a lot of new things to try. In a way, they were getting to know each other again; they were getting to know her new body. There were a lot of things different about pregnant Robin. She preferred different positions. Those she used to love didn't feel as good and other things she used to hate were like gold now. But one thing did not change. She was still his wife, still the wonderful woman he married, and she was just as sexual as before. He's been walking around partially hard the entire time, knowing that at any second Robin could be ready for more. And she always seemed to be ready for more. It's actually left him a little bit sore trying to keep up with her.
It took her a little bit of time to recover from the first time, stamina wise, but once they started at it again, she was all over the place, over eager. Even though she was tired, she wanted to keep going and going. Frankly, he was a little worried about it. There were times he was worried about standing positions, about her falling over. There were a couple of positions he even had to talk her out of because he was afraid of her falling. Like the morning she tried to jump him in the shower. He had to turn her down, because he didn't want her falling and hurting herself or the baby. She hadn't been used to standing at all. He remembers that she had a hard time staying on her feet after an orgasm when she wasn't pregnant, when she didn't have a baby throwing off her center of gravity, and she had strong legs.
But of all the things they had done in catching up this week, there were a few good memories that are going to stay with him until the day he dies.
Twelve days earlier
It's only been a few hours since the doctor told them they could start having sex, and for the most part, they have spent it fucking like bunnies. Okay, and resting. It had been six months. Her stamina was completely gone, and not just for sex. They managed two more rounds before deciding they should head to MacLaren's and surprise the gang.
But when they arrive after the twenty three minute cab ride, no one is there. He didn't want to call and make sure they were all still coming, and since he's pretty sure that Friday nights are still their tradition, they order drinks, club soda for Robin and a scotch for him, and claim the booth. It doesn't take long for the scotch to warm his body, and for him to slip his foot out of his shoe and up her leg.
"What are you doing?" she questions with an evil eye.
"I don't know," he shrugs, knowing exactly what he's doing. He just got to start having sex again and he isn't planning on stopping anytime soon. "Keeping the mood alive?"
She sips her soda, knowing exactly what his plans are, and he is slowly, but surely winning. By the time his foot makes it all the way up to her inner thighs and hits that sweet spot, she squirms in her seat before announcing, "Men's room. Now."
"As in?" He's still looking at her dumbfoundedly, as she works hard to push herself out of the seat. He had been planning on getting her excited to go later, not this exact minute.
"Are you coming or not?" she asks, turning around to stare at him.
"I won't be the only one coming in a few minutes," he quips. She wants to be mad, but a smirk ends up cracking on her face instead.
"Shut up!" she replies, as she turns to make her way back to the restrooms.
He quickly follows her brisk waddle to the men's room, tracing her steps into the last stall, because there is no way he is going to miss this.
As soon as he joins her in the small space and closes the door, she grabs his neck and pulls him into a passionate kiss.
"What's gotten into you?" he pulls away to ask.
"You," she responds quickly, pulling him right back to her. "Pun definitely intended."
Then it's a flurry of pants falling to the floor and some creative positioning to make the small space work. She ends up with her hands on the wall, bent over, with him in the small space behind her. But it works, and to her surprise, it is the most comfortable position she's been in all day.
It ends up being as frantic and quick as bathroom stall at the bar sex used to be, and before they know it, they are moaning in pleasure together and floating back down from the high.
They hurry to get dressed, not wanting to get caught, but he pulls her in for a kiss before they leave.
"I love you," he murmurs sweetly.
"I love you too."
They sneak out of the bathroom, with Barney first to scope out the situation. He's half way out when he sees the gang sitting at the booth behind their normal one, because their booth has their drinks in it, and of course, they have no idea that they're theirs. He sneaks up behind them, in an attempt to surprise them.
"Hey guys! What's wrong with the normal booth?" he asks coyly, smirking in his usual fashion.
At that moment, a chorus of questions comes ringing out simultaneously from the group.
"What are you doing here?" Lily asks.
"Why aren't you home with Robin?" Ted questions.
"Barney?" Marshall and Tracy shout out, because it's all they can think of.
"Good news!" Barney exclaims.
"Oh my god she had the baby and you didn't tell us?!" Lily interrogates, jumping to conclusions.
"No Lily," Robin announces, waddling out of the door from the bathroom. "I'm pretty sure I'm still pregnant."
"What!?" everyone shouts at once.
"Robin! Oh my God!" Lily manages to squeak out. "Why are you here?"
"Well first, you want to go to the usual booth?" Barney asks them.
"That's your stuff?" Tracy questions skeptically.
"Yeah," Barney confirms. They all move to the next booth, with Lily and Marshall sliding all the way in, allowing both the very pregnant women to have the end booth seats, with Ted and Barney pulling up chairs to the end of the table.
"Sorry, I had to pee. We thought we'd claim the booth first," Robin adds, smirking guiltily. Of course, now thinking about it, she does have to pee.
"I've got that," Lily sympathizes, before turning the question on them, "but why was Barney with you?"
"Yeah, and why did you come out of the men's room?" Ted insinuates.
They share a guilty look at that. They thought they hadn't been caught.
"You guys were having sex!" Tracy accuses.
"Yeah," they both murmur guilty, confirming the entire group's suspicion.
"But you aren't supposed to do that!" Lily reprimands. She's so disappointed in them. They had done so well for the baby. "Can't you two keep your hands off each other?"
"Geeze! Relax, Lily," Barney scorns.
"We had a doctor appointment this afternoon," Robin explains. "And since I'm at full term, they said I could have a bit of reprieve from bed rest."
"Let me guess," Marshall theorizes. "You guys took that as an invitation to bang all afternoon."
"Yep," Barney announces proudly.
A collective chorus of groans overtakes the group. Barney and Robin were bad enough to deal with when they could have sex all the time, but now that they are back to it, there will be a whole lot more sexual tension to deal with.
"Let's not make this like when you just got engaged and you couldn't keep your hands off of each other again," Lily begs.
"We won't," Robin agrees.
"Promise?" Lily asks.
"Promise," Barney confirms. That's part of what the last few months taught them. They could control themselves if they really need to. Of course, the bar here is not one of these places.
"You know, I propose a toast," Ted announces, and actually, no one rolls their eyes. All being here together is something to celebrate. "This could be the last time that we are all here like this for a really long time." They think about it, and it's true. She could be in the hospital tomorrow, and it will be a while before they are able to go to the bar again. "I think we should take a moment and acknowledge that our lives are going to change, and they are going to change for the better. To our future children."
They all clink glasses, and enjoy the sentiments of the toast and the company around them.
It was great to surprise the gang, and a legendary night. Of course, the bathroom stall sex was high up there, but seeing the looks on their faces when they came out of the bathroom together was priceless. And it was even better to hang out one last time at MacLaren's together before they all become parents.
But an even better memory was two days later, on that Monday.
He knew that he wanted to take a few weeks off once the baby was born, and then he would go back to work for a few weeks, to catch up on some projects, before he would become a stay at home dad for a while. Of course, he was already ready to leave any day, since they were so close to her due date. Still, he never expected to take off before she was born. However, that day, it all changed.
Ten days earlier
It's almost seven, and it's been a long day. He's very much looking forward to seeing Robin tonight. It's been a hard day at work, and now that they are having regular sex again, or even more than regular sex, he finds himself craving it more. He had been raring to go again since he left this morning.
It's weird to imagine now, but he has it in the back of his mind that Robin could be anywhere in the apartment. She wouldn't be confined to the bed, so more than likely, she would be as far away from there as possible. So needless to say, he's a bit surprised when she's not in the living room. He slowly walks towards the bedroom, actually fearing the worst, like she's in labor. He picks up the pace when he hears her moaning.
He hurriedly opens the door, and sees the real reason for her moans. She's on the bed naked, lying on her side, facing the giant wall TV that is playing one of his favorite porn movies. She has her top leg bent up in the air, leaving him a direct view between her legs, where he can see multiple fingers disappearing in and out.
He listens to her moan and watches her for a moment. He's almost sure that she has no idea that he's here, which should make her impending orgasm spectacular, since she gets off on being watched. He takes another step to where she can see him before he clears his throat.
And then just as he thought, she notices his presence, and she instantly shudders, losing all control. He watches he spasm, loving every second, knowing that soon he is going to need her too. He waits until she collapses before making any sort of move.
"What was that Scherbatsky?" he teases from afar. She knows his appearance is what pushed her over the edge, but she isn't willing to admit that just yet.
"Nothing," she squeaks out.
"No you little minx," he plays, slowly getting close enough to run his hand over her thighs. "That was amazing!" He's not stretching the truth one bit. Seeing her on the bed like that was one of the most amazing things he's ever seen.
"Yeah," she admits with a coy smile. "It was."
"I'm declaring it right now," he announces. She looks at him with utter curiosity. "I am never going back to work again."
"Ummm, why?" She's confused and afraid of what this could mean this time.
"Cause I'm not going to waste another moment at work while you are here, horny as hell," he says erotically. He starts taking off his shirt, and then his pants, just enjoying the sight of Robin naked on the bed.
Once he's naked, she's quick to pull him on the bed and climb on top of him, ready for a rough ride.
And as he glances at the TV as he watches Robin ride him, he can't help but wonder what sort of divine intervention brought him here.
And if that wasn't enough, there was the one day this week.
A lunchtime conversation about the previous night's position had prompted an afternoon viewing of some of their favorite homemade movies. That of course led to trying to recreate their all-time favorite, and of course, that meant making a new one, because they were only going to get to do this pregnant sex thing once. Robin wasn't so keen on the idea at first, but it didn't take him long to convince her that someday she'd want the moment for a memory.
Three days earlier
He is still inside her, waiting for her to stop trembling. She's hot from every angle, but from this one he can barely even see the baby bump. That was one for the record books. It's a good thing he convinced her to record that one. He's willing to bet it could compete with quite a few videos on the internet. The way she kept throwing herself back toward him was amazing. Just seeing her here like this, still on her hands and knees, is almost enough to make him want to do it again.
Suddenly, she pulls away and rolls over onto her back, scooting up to the pillows to prop herself up. He can tell from her face that something is wrong. When she reaches for her stomach, it bothers him even more. He moves closer to her, just to make sure she's okay.
"What's wrong?" Barney asks, extremely concerned for the way that she is clutching her upper stomach.
"Nothing," she brushes off. "Just having a bit of trouble breathing." She starts pushing downward on the top of her stomach.
"You sure?" he asks again, still skeptical.
"Yeah," she confirms look at him before looking down and asking, "can you just move down?"
"Sure," he answers. He knew that he had gotten a little close to her, between his worry and his craving for closeness after sex. So he immediately backs away, giving her some room.
"No, not you," she scolds. "Brianna. I meant Brianna. I have a foot in my lungs."
"Oh," he giggles, getting closer to her again. "Oh." It's actually kind of funny, but he doesn't laugh because he can tell Robin is in pain.
"I think that maybe we were a little too rough," she speculates.
"How can we be too rough?" he questions. "I thought that there wasn't such a thing as too rough." Yes, that time was certainly rough. She kept asking for it harder. It's not like he can say no to that kind of a request.
"I didn't think so either," she answers, "but it feels like she got as far away as possible from you."
"Here, let me try," he offers. He thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can talk her down. "Hey baby girl. Sorry about the ride there," he laughs. "I didn't mean for it to be so rough. Maybe you can move down a little bit for mommy?" He rubs on her stomach, trying to move her down, and she still doesn't budge. "Come on little girl. I'm really excited to meet you," he says softly, before a huge grin covers his face. He just came up with a wonderful idea. "Will you move if I sing you a song?"
She can't help but laugh at him. She has no idea how that will help, but he's so endearing, she can't help but want him to try.
"Sandcastles in the saaaand!" Barney croons, and she's all giggles. Of course she should have been expecting that.
"Barney," she scolds unconvincingly, laughing the entire time. "Come on. It hurts to laugh."
"Thought I could fly when you held my hand," he continues, mocking her with every note, but she loves it. Almost just as much as he loves mocking her.
"Stop," she pleads again, until, she starts to feel Brianna move. "Wait, it's working!"
"Eternity turns to black and white," he continues to sing. She sighs, feeling Brianna finally move down all the way, leaving her breathing intact. "It's been the greatest week and a half of my life."
"Those aren't the words," she mumbles, looking at him with questioning in her eyes.
"I know. I just wanted to tell you that this has been the greatest week and a half of my life," he answers sweetly. She starts to tear up, because it confirms everything that she loves about him. They really have gotten to be themselves.
"Mine too," she agrees, feeling much better, until Brianna moves again. "Well great," she moans. "Right from one to the other."
"Huh?" Barney questions, not understanding at all.
"Now she's on my bladder."
He watches her go as she rushes out of the room on her way to the bathroom.
He wasn't lying. It's been one of the greatest weeks of his life. It's just the two if them for who knows how much longer, and they are getting the chance to enjoy it as normal people. It feels so freeing. But now he's ready. He's ready for her to be here now. He's ready to be a dad. Maybe it's that he'd come to regret seeing Robin so uncomfortable. He just wants to make the world better for her. He'd do anything for her.
To her, the last week had been a world of difference from the last six months. Between getting to leave the apartment and the sex, she feels like she's been in heaven, even if it makes her slightly sad that her whole pregnancy couldn't have been that way.
Even though they finally are able to have sex again, it isn't the quite the same as it used to be. Yes, it's sex and yes it's still amazing, but it feels so different. She can feel a difference in her hormones. Some parts of her are more sensitive, others less. Most of the time, she ends up having to pee in the middle. She doesn't mind it that much though. Just being able to have sex at all makes up for it.
Her breast had definitely changed too, and not just in size and shape, but in a getting ready to feed a baby way. They are sore and tender, and sort of even ready for feedings. Afterward, she always felt a bit wetter there, which was completely foreign and new. It was almost as if all the dampness in her body moved from one place to the other. They had certainly needed their lube dispenser, and Barney had even gone as far as reinstalling it on the headboard.
But any sex is still a positive. It had been entirely too long. Yes, it was worth not doing it for the baby, but still, she missed it tremendously, and she knows that Barney did too.
But she does love the way that Barney plows into her from behind. Sure she loved it before, but everything about her being on her hands and knees is heavenly. All the weight of Brianna is off her back and on the bed. Her sore boobs hang down and gravity doesn't feel as bad. Her aching back feels better with the way that Barney grabs on when he thrusts. And the hormones. The lust and the hormones that surge through her just make everything go away. Everywhere she read said that sex during this late in pregnancy hurts, and she guesses that if they didn't have the handy dispenser, she might agree. But plain and simple, she couldn't. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn't have sex during the rest of her pregnancy. Maybe she was just a more sexually expressive woman. But she loves it. She wanted sex all the time, the whole pregnancy, and now, with him being home and with the green light from the doctor, he could give it to her.
The thing was, that other than sex, not a whole lot happened this week. Almost the entire week was about sex. They didn't even celebrate Valentine 's Day like they could have. They ended up spending the entire day in bed together naked, ordering in brunch and dinner.
But it was Barney's made up holiday that was special to her this year, the one she used to hate. She still hated the old idea of it, but this year was different.
Five days earlier
"Happy Desperation Day!" Barney exclaims as he brings Robin her breakfast that morning. She's still half asleep, and the announcement makes her groan in annoyance. All she wants out of today is to have a healthy, normal baby come out of her. It is her due date after all. "What?"
"First if all it's my due date, and it's not to be celebrated as that anymore," she explains, annoyed about being woken up more than anything. "And second of all. The holiday is about gullible drunk chicks, who you don't need any more." He can understand that, but in his mind it still works, for a number of reasons.
"Oh see," he says cockily, "I think you are desperate. You," he accuses, pointing directly at her, "can't get enough of me lately."
"You are right," she agrees playfully. "This is Desperation Day indeed. I'm desperate. Can you get her out of me already?" she asks, pointing to her stomach. "I'm so over this."
"I thought you didn't mind," he says.
"I didn't. Not until a few days ago," she explains. "But I don't think you understand how much I ache. Yes, I'm going to be a little bummed that she's not going to be a part of me anymore. But I'm ready. I'm ready to not be pregnant anymore."
"We could schedule an induction if that's what you really want," he reminds her.
"No I don't want to do that, if I don't have to," she answers, before drawling out scintillatingly, "What I really want is to forget about this bimbo holiday and have some dirty depraved sex with you before I can't for a while again."
"I knew there was a reason I married you."
2/19/15
Well readers, here I am, still writing to you. Almost one week past my due date, and there is still no sign of baby girl. She seems bound and determined to make her appearance when she feels good and ready.
We are getting to the point that we are going to start trying the traditional home remedies for starting labor. Most of them I won't mind, but I am certainly not looking forward to the castor oil. No thank you. I'd rather put up with her for another two weeks.
Regardless, I hope that this is my last update for you. It can't go much past this. I hope that you are five hundred percent more comfortable than I am.