A/N: ******As I have mentioned before, I am NOT a doctor. I use Google a lot and hope that the information is right. ******

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7/03/2023

Cherry Pies and Backwards Baseball Hats

Chapter EIGHTEEN

BPOV

3 weeks Postpartum

"I'm just not feeling good," I tell Mason as I changed Ben into a clean onesie. He had peed straight through his diaper and soaked his clothes and bedding.

Mason picked him up as soon as I finished snapping the buttons on his clothes. "I know, baby." He kissed my forehead. "You feel like you're running a fever." He put Ben in his bassinet then went to get the thermometer from the bathroom.

My stomach was cramping, and it had been getting progressively worse over the last few days. It has already been three weeks since Ben was born and my bleeding seemed to be a lot heavier with clots bigger than a quarter. I was pretty sure I had an infection.

Mason handed me the thermometer that's used behind the ear. When it beeped, I knew I was already running a fever, but not 103.4. "I need you to take me to the ER. Call Jake and have him and Jose come watch Ben, please."

"What do you think is wrong?" He looked so worried.

I slipped my flip-flops on. "I'm pretty sure I have an infection."

"From what?"

"I didn't exactly give birth in the most sanitary environment. It doesn't matter if we scrub our bathroom every day with bleach, there's always that 1% chance there's still one tiny germ still floating around."

Mason gave me a worried look, and I couldn't blame him for feeling that way.

Four hours later. "It's just one night. I'm scheduled for the D&C for 8a.m. I'll be home by the afternoon."

Mason pouted. "This will be the first night we've spent apart since we moved in with each other, and the first time you'll be away from Ben."

"Don't remind me." I looked down at my son as he drank from a bottle instead of my breast. He couldn't nurse while I was running a fever and on high doses of IV antibiotics. I have an infection in my uterus. I knew it had something to do with Ben's birth, and it's really no one's fault. Well, maybe mine and my doctors because I could have gotten IV antibiotics when I was at the hospital. My doctor is pretty sure the D&C will clear the infection with the aid of the IV fluids.

They scheduled me the very next morning once they diagnosed me. Those procedures are more commonly done after a miscarriage or abortion, but since I have an infection in my uterus, the doctor wanted to clean me out.

"Mommy loves you, little man, and daddy's gonna take real good care of you." I looked up to Mason. "Make sure you throw out the breast milk from Monday until now."

"Will do, boss mommy." Mason leaned over and kissed me. "We're going to my uncle Al's for dinner then we're going home to party."

I shook my head. "He needs a bath before you two decide to drink yourselves into a stupor."

"Yes, boss mommy," Mason said in a military voice. "We love you, boss mommy."

"Mommy loves you, too." I kissed Ben on the corner of his tiny mouth. "Be good for daddy."

My overnight stay away from Ben and Mason left me miserable the next morning. I barely slept without my husband next to me or having to hear Ben when he woke up to be fed. I just wanted to be home so I could be close to my boys.

By eight, I was being wheeled into an operating room and finished nearly 30 minutes later. I was groggy from the anesthesia, but I could already feel myself getting better. My fever had broke sometime overnight, but my bleeding was still extremely heavy. Hopefully the procedure helped. If not, I was looking at getting a blood transfusion.

"AnaB," I hear whispered close to my face. "AnaB, you need to wake up so you can go home."

"Fuck off, Jake. I just wanna sleep." I tried to move away from his coffee breath. "Where's my husband?"

"He's on his way up. I brought Little B up while he parks."

"Why are you here?" My eyes were still closed.

"I'm helping with Little B while Mason helps you." I heard the clips of Ben's car-seat clank against the side. "He's excited to see his mommy."

I groaned. "He probably didn't even realize I was gone." I opened my eyes to see my sons beautiful face beaming down at me. "Hi, baby."

My eyes felt like they had sand in them as I tried to keep them open. "How ya feelin' sister?"

"Like I could sleep for another twelve hours." I pressed the button to raise the top half of my hospital bed. "Where's Mason parking? Tucson?"

"You know how the parking is here." Jake sat down and got comfortable with Ben. "This little guy definitely missed you, though. We stayed with Mason last night to help out with little B."

"Did you guys get any sleep?" I rubbed at my face because it was itching. That was one thing I hated about anesthesia wearing off. I had been under a few times from having dental work done. I had to be put under because the Novocaine doesn't numb me like it should.

"We took shifts. Little man definitely knew his momma wasn't home." Jake lifted Ben and kissed his cheek. "We only have two bottles of boob milk for him."

"I know, and I can't breastfeed him for another two or three days. All these meds need to be out of my system, so I'll have to pump and dump it every time he's supposed to eat."

Ben whimpered, so I reached out just as Mason walked through the door. "Sorry it took so long. I ran into my past, again, on my way up."

"Who?" Jake relinquished my son to me. I pressed kisses all over his face; I hated being away from him.

Mason leaned over and kissed me. "Believe it or not, it was Irena." He then pressed a kiss to the top of Ben's head. "She was visiting her mom who had some kind of procedure done. I didn't pay too much attention to what she was saying. Then she started rattling off shit about Luke and how much of a mistake she thought she made by ruining our relationship to be with him."

"Did you call her on her BS?"

"You know I did, and she actually admitted that she was happy and she was only messing with my head."

I rolled my eyes just as my doctor walked in. "You ready to blow this Popsicle stand?" I answered with a head nod.

"All right, then. Your bleeding should start tapering off. Change your pad more frequently, okay. You'll have cramps, and that's normal. If nothing feels right at all, I'm sure you'll know and call me, and if your bleeding persists any longer than the next couple of weeks or doesn't lighten up, let us know."

I smiled up at her. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome. I also want you to keep in mind that at your six-week check-up, you need to make up your mind about your birth control."

"She doesn't need any," Mason said. "We'll be working on baby number two as soon as you give her the okay."

Mason was given the 'eye' from all three of us. "Takes about a year before your wife's uterus goes back to normal. She at least needs that. Doing the D&C may cause scar tissue from the procedure."

"Okay, okay." Mason put his hands up. "I see your point very clearly." He stood up and started pulling my clothes out of my bag for me. "So, in the meantime, I guess the shot or the pill will do."

I raised my brows at him. "Edward," I warned. "It's my body you're making those decisions for. I think we need to talk about this at home without an audience."

He stopped what he was doing and turned to face me. His eyes wondered over me, to Jake then to the doctor and back to me. I could tell he wanted to say something, but pursed his lips instead. "Fine."

"Jake, do you mind taking Ben for a quick walk down the hall so I could get dressed?"

"Sure thing, AnaB. We'll go see if there's any clouds for some rain." We hadn't had any rain in nearly three months, so I knew he was only wishful thinking like everyone else in Maricopa County.

My doctor gave me a sweet smile. "I'll see you in two to three weeks and your nurse will be in shortly with your discharge papers." She patted my foot then looked at my husband. "Mr. Mason, have a good evening."

Mason grumbled as soon as Jake and my doctor cleared the room. "Edward, you can't be upset over this. If we rush to have another baby without me healing all the way, it could..."

"I know." He sighed heavily. "I know and I'm sorry. We can't rush and risk causing permanent damage."

I slowly stood from the bed and stepped in front of him. "I'll give you as many babies as my body will allow us, but healing is a priority." I wrapped my arms around his middle. "You're a great daddy and we definitely make cute babies."

The ride home was extra quiet as Ben slept the entire ride home. "I'll leave you three to it." Jake leaned over to hug me and gave me a small peck on the lips. "I love you, AnaB. Call if you need me."

"Love you, too, Jake. Thanks for your help and tell Jose hello for me."

After Jake left, Mason put Ben in the bassinet while I pumped more breast milk to dump out. We had to use formula and I hated having to do it.

Two days later, I felt like a million bucks, and my husband was front and center in my thoughts. I was feeling like I had been neglecting him. All he's been doing is taking care of me and Ben. All the stuff I wanted to do, it had to wait another two or three weeks. My poor husband probably had blue balls.

I had just fed Ben after bathing him. He went right to sleep as soon as he sucked down nearly five ounces of formula. His appetite was growing more and more everyday.

Mason glanced at me as he came into our room, grabbed a pair of boxers and headed for the bathroom. He was more than likely taking a shower to rub one out.

I waited a few minutes and listened for the water to start running. I didn't want to rush in and scare the crap out of him, but I guess that was exactly what I was about to do.

I used the hall bathroom really quick to get rid of my pad. I was still bleeding, but it wasn't like it had been, so I was about to join my husband in the shower, and when I walked in, I undressed on the way, and saw his back to me. One hand was propped on the wall as the other was making quick jerking motions at his front.

I didn't want to spook him too much, so I allowed the shower door to click shut. "Mind if I join you?"

He stilled when he heard me. "I thought you were going to bed."

"Can you turn around for me?"

"Why?"

"I'd love to help your situation." I stepped up behind him and slid my arms around his waist. "I miss touching you."

He released a long sigh. "I miss it, too." His hand found mine and pushed it down to where his erection lay hard as steel just below his navel. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around him, he groaned. "I can't wait until you can push this inside my pussy, again and again, and again."

"Bella," he grunted. "Fuck, that feels good."

"Turn around." I released him and dropped to my knees. He pulled me to my feet only to place his hands on my face and crash his lips to mine. He shoved his tongue between my lips and found mine to taste. "Rub my clit," I demanded. I needed a release just as bad as him. "Please, rub my clit."

Mason slipped his hand down over my post-baby stomach and found my small bundle with little effort. "I wanna fuck you so bad," he said against my mouth.

"I want you to fuck me. Just a couple of more weeks and we'll fuck whenever we want." He started rubbing as soon as he knew he had the right spot. "Yes!" I hissed. "Make me cum."

"I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth." He rubbed faster. "Then cum on my cock. We're not using condoms, so don't even think about. Get the shot if you have to."

I moaned when the feeling grew even more intense. "I won't." My knees were about to give out under me. "Yes, I love you. That's it." When my release hit me, my knees buckled and thankfully Mason had a good grip on me because he caught me before I could hit the floor. My legs shook as I silently screamed into his shoulder and bit down.

As soon as I could stand on my own, I dropped to my knees and gripped his enormous erection. My mouth watered as I pumped him a few times. When my tongue met the head of his cock, he stumbled back until he was able to lean against the wall.

I sucked and stroked him until he started pushing further into my mouth with his hand on the back of my head. "You gonna let me cum in your mouth, baby?"

I hummed against him. "Mmmm."

He pushed in a little bit more each time he thrusted. I fought as hard as I could not to gag. It worked a few times until I released him with a pop to catch my breath. I sucked on his sack for a minute or two before I licked my way back up to suck on him, again. He seemed to grow harder, and it was a matter of seconds before he was grabbing my head and emptying his hot semen into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, hoping to bypass the taste. I wasn't a fan, but I did it or him, and I didn't hate it.

That wasn't the end of our sexual hunger. Between caring for Ben throughout the night, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. I even let him enter my back door for the first time. It was uncomfortable at first, but the more I got used to it, I was starting to like it. By the second time around, it was definitely something I wouldn't mind doing, again. He definitely loved every minute of it.

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RTB