The Virgin Whore (An Erotic Novel)

Chapter 17 - Dada

           

CHAPTER 17

9 months later.

"GET OUT OF ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I screamed. This by far was the worst physical pain I'd ever felt. It was like my vagina was being slowly ripped in two.

A nurse wiped my forehead with a cool, damp cloth as the doctor calmly said, "Just one more push, Bessie. Come on, you can do this."

Another contraction came and I felt the urge to push again. "You said that the last time!" I growled out in pain through clenched teeth.

"It's nearly out. Just try your best to push, darling," the nurse said soothingly.

I bit down hard on my teeth, gripping onto the bed sheets so tightly my knuckles turned white.

A scream escaped my mouth as I pushed one last time, beads of sweat dripping down my face.

I heard it cry for the first time and all the pain I had just gone through immediately vanished. All I wanted in that moment was to hold my precious little miracle and assure it that everything would be fine.

The doctor picked up my baby in one hand and snipped the umbilical cord before wrapping it in a cloth and placing it in my already open arms.

What the fuck is that?

I almost said it out loud. I know it was my baby, but it looked like an alien.

"A beautiful baby girl," he said with a smile on his face.

But as I looked at her, cocooned in a blood-stained cloth, I knew I would love this... thing until the day I die.

She stopped crying as I held her close to me, and her eyes opened to look around. They were so big and brown, just like her daddy's. What little hair she had on her head was dark, just like Leonardo's.

She was the spit of him, and I couldn't be more happy and proud. The little miracle we created together was beautiful.

After a few moments, she began crying again. I never was very good with babies, but I thought it would be different with one of my own.

"I expect she's hungry," the nurse suggested.

"What do I do?"

"Hold her to your bare breast, she'll know what to do from there."

I removed the robe from my shoulders and exposed my breasts, holding baby next to them. It didn't take her long to begin sucking on my nipple.

I smiled to myself. "You're just like your daddy," I whispered quietly.

I wonder if Leonardo would have tried my breast milk.

I wished things would have turned out differently. He would have been so proud.

On the ship back to England, I thought about him a lot. Every day wondering if that was the day he'd be executed. And I still thought of him a lot as I watched his baby grow inside me.

I imagined him looking after us both, cuddling us at night to make sure we were safe and warm, dealing with my mood swings and strange eating habits.

I wished he was here.

But I would be strong for our baby. I'd make sure she was safe, and warm and had everything she needed – everything I didn't have when I was little.

"I promise you're going to have a great life," I whispered to her. "I know your daddy is watching down on you now and feeling proud of himself. You're so beautiful, just like him."