Amie Ch. 04

Amie Ch 04

I wrote the first three chapters about Amie many years ago, but never published them until I began contributing here. I thought chapter 1 was particularly clunky, so I submitted an edited version.

This chapter 4 does not stand alone. Please read the others for background.

To those whose losses turn to joy

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Amie and I went together for a sonogram. Although Becky and I had tried for years to get pregnant, for whatever reason it wasn't to be.

But here we were, Amie and I, newly married and newly pregnant. We agreed we wanted to know the gender of our baby.

A boy.

We both cried at how real it had become as we watched his image on the screen.

Two weeks later, I was at work and my private line rang.

"Steve!"

She was sobbing. "Something's wrong with my baby! Please come home!"

As I raced out of the building and to my car, I couldn't help but reflect how different this was from earlier times when she had called and teased she was naked. No, this was a cry for help, and my heart was full of foreboding.

Racing through streets, hoping not to get pulled over, I had the garage door open early and pulled in, not bothering to close it.

"Amie?"

"I'm upstairs."

I ran into our bathroom and she was standing there with blood on her legs, sobbing.

"It hurt so bad, Steve, and when I came in here, I started bleeding."

I helped her clean up and get dressed, and we were soon at the hospital, at the ER entrance. I ran in and told a nurse I thought my wife had suffered a miscarriage, but I hadn't used that word yet with her.

"Got it. I'll get a wheelchair."

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An hour later we were sitting together in a small room where we could have some privacy and wait to talk with her Ob/Gyn, who had examined Amie a few minutes before.

"Amie, as you've probably guessed, you had a miscarriage. My biggest worry for you is you will blame yourself or ask what you did wrong. I want both of you to listen carefully.

We almost never know what caused a particular miscarriage. Some may happen because the egg did not lodge in a good place after conception, not allowing placenta to form properly.

"In other cases, there was an incorrect number of chromosomes, making the embryo non-viable. This is nature's way of calling for a do-over. The chemistry of reproduction is incredibly complex, and it can produce a wrong result. That could have been caused by a bad copy of DNA in either the egg or the sperm.

"Amie, you don't have any lifestyle issues, such as obesity, malnutrition, smoking, or alcoholism. I've examined you carefully, and I don't see any reason related to your body.

"I know this is a huge disappointment, and it's normal to feel sad and cry. My message to both of you is this: spend time together, get away for a couple of relaxed weekends, and when you're ready, get pregnant again. It is highly likely it will be a normal pregnancy.

"Just remember, your body needs to reset its reproductive cycle, and that may take a few weeks, sometimes longer. If you aren't pregnant within six months, come and see me."

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We sat on the sofa at home. I was holding her. There were some tears that evening, but the next morning, when we woke up, her attitude had improved.

"Steve, what I heard yesterday is you aren't supposed to send me any more defective swimmers. So get your shit together, ok?"

We were both laughing.

"I heard something different. My job is to fill you with sperm again. Often."

"Can we afford a weekend in a nice hotel?"

"Sure, but please don't expect to get pregnant yet."

"No, I just want to focus on us and be away from home. Just 'us time.' I want you to hold me in your arms. If we feel like making love, then we should. Nothing forced."

"Let's do that this weekend and, if you can estimate when you think your normal cycle would cause you to be fertile, let's schedule another weekend around that. If you're ready emotionally to get pregnant again."

"Thanks for understanding. I know this is new for both of us, but we'll hang together and get through it."

I loved her positive attitude and how quickly she was able to stop thinking about the past and plan for the future.

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We had a great weekend at a local hotel. A nice 3-star, across from one of the city parks. Nothing fancy, just us against the world.

We arrived about 7 pm that Friday. Once in our room we took a shower together. No sex in the shower, just holding each other under the warm water.

We dried off and got in bed naked. It was comforting to feel our skin touching in so many places, and apparently that flipped a switch for Amie. I woke up sometime during the night as Amie stroked me to an erection.

"I want you, Steve."

I had a sudden thought, that perhaps she was worried I wouldn't want to have oral sex.

I went down on her and licked and kissed her for a long time, through two orgasms. When I penetrated her, it was in missionary position, so we could enjoy looking into each other's eyes.

I loved watching her face for signs of an impending orgasm. She probably recognized the signs in my face as well, by now.

I reached back for her legs and brought them over my shoulders, then plunged into her again and pounded her to a climax and then myself.

A few minutes later, as we lay together, smiling, it did not surprise me when Amie cracked a joke.

"I feel a hoard of sperm marching around, searching for an egg. You must have given them some discipline. I was going to say you gave them a tongue-lashing, but that's what you gave me."

We lay together, basking in the afterglow of sex. I looked at Amie and saw eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing. I'm happy. How did you know I was worried you would avoid my pussy, after you saw that blood a few days ago?"

"I don't know. That thought occurred to me, so I wanted to spend time reassuring you."

"You're an amazing husband."

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The next morning, we got up at 8:30, took a shower together and went down for breakfast.

"Could we go walk in the park today? The weather looks nice."

"That would be nice, but only if I get to kiss you whenever I want."

"I might run."

"That would be unlike you."

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Our walk was wonderful. We walked slowly, hand in hand or arm in arm, stopping now and then to kiss.

"Amie, do you remember what happened over there?"

"Was that where we met?"

"It was. I was reading a book after eating the sack lunch I had packed. I looked up and saw you."

"I think our eyes met at the same time."

"Ok, babe, what went through your mind?"

"How handsome you were. What about you?"

"Your legs and your red hair. Intoxicating."

"Neither of us could have seen all that has followed."

"I think the most exceptional thing that has followed is our love."

I saw a tree just off our path, and I backed Amie against it and kissed her. It was a long kiss, but ended when Amie giggled. She motioned over my shoulder and I turned to see an older woman in a heavy coat.

The woman's frown slowly became a smile as she turned and walked on.

We stopped for lunch at one of my favorite downtown places. Amie was busy cracking jokes based on what that older woman was thinking. My favorite was the woman thought I was her husband, kissing some young babe while she wasn't looking.

We wandered back to our hotel and made love. An hour later, Amie wanted me to do her doggy style. She was back to normal.

A few weeks later, we went to another, slightly nicer hotel for a weekend, and this time we made love a lot. She kept reminding me to keep my guys in line and standing straight.

A month later, she tested positive on the home test, and had it confirmed the next week by her Ob/Gyn.

"Please be completely honest with me about your feelings. Are you afraid or worried about this pregnancy?"

"Of course I'm worried. I want to keep this one."

"What did your doctor say?"

"She was all smiles and expressed confidence this would go smoothly."

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We went for the sonogram and loved seeing our baby--a daughter. We both wiped away a few tears as we watched her tiny figure on the screen.

I didn't say anything at the time, but I started to relax when she passed the previous miscarriage date without mishap.

The months passed by and each checkup Amie had resulted in smiles. I knew we were both nervous.

Finally, we reached that moment that was undeniably unique for each of us. Her water broke. I'm confident all first time parents panic at that moment. Fortunately, her Ob/Gyn gave her a sample checklist that we took seriously. We knew what to do because we had practiced. And we still panicked a little.

About four hours later, with Amie squeezing my hand, she screamed and pushed as hard as she could.

A few minutes later, Amie held Bailey in her arms, a healthy 7 pound 6 ounce daughter, with a healthy set of lungs.

We both cried.

Amie was moved to her own room, and soon after a nurse brought a crying Bailey to her.

"Bailey is probably hungry and I understand you are going to nurse her. I know this is your first, so I'm here to answer any questions. It's fairly self-explanatory, though."

Amie held Bailey up to her breast and both instantly figured it out. I was watching Amie's face with some jealousy.

The nurse cautioned her to make sure Bailey latched properly, meaning she got most or all of Amie's areola in her mouth. She also showed her how to properly break the seal and re-latch.

I never had any trouble sucking those nipples!

Amie had not had any stitches, and both she and Bailey were doing great, so I got to bring them home the next day. Bailey was asleep as we walked into the house, so Amie carefully laid her in the crib and we stood and watched this beautiful baby--our baby girl--breathe gently.

"Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, Amie?"

"Only when she's nursing."

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Friends of people who are having their first child always say, "This will change your life." I always nodded, like "I know that already."

I had no clue!

The most obvious was Bailey's inability to sleep through the night. Since Amie was the only one of us equipped properly, that meant she got up, but I decided early on to share the lack of sleep with her.

I sat beside her as Bailey nursed, my arm around her. There were times she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, so I carefully put my other arm around Bailey.

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It was after we got home that first day when we were sitting on the sofa and going over a sheet of instructions her doctor had given her--about sex. Amie was explaining it as she read.

"Ok, well, that answers that question. Right out of the gate, it says no penetrative sex for four weeks. Oh, it would have been longer if had needed stitches. And that includes anal sex."

She started laughing. "Here's something you'll like. No restrictions on fellatio."

"Yes! I like your doctor, but when can I go down on you?"

"Let's see... no stitches, so four days after birth... that's three more days. Except, for another week after that, no tongue inside my vagina.

"Ewww! It says you might notice unpleasant tastes or smell related to discharges as my body continues to purge itself of birth material. That doesn't sound pleasant. Steve, I promise I won't be upset if something like that bothers you."

"It will take a lot to keep me from enjoying you orally."

"Babe, it says here when it comes to intercourse--it calls it penetrative sex--some women feel like, 'stay away from me,' while others are excited to be able to have sexual intercourse again, but both are normal. You're supposed to give me time if I can't deal with sex yet. I can't imagine not wanting you inside me, because I'm craving it now.

"Oh, babe, I forgot! She gave me a prescription for a progestin-only birth control pill that doesn't interfere with nursing. Can you go get that filled for me? I can start those anytime."

Amie gave me a blowjob that evening. I tried to protest, telling her it wasn't fair for me to enjoy it before she could. I got outvoted by her hands and lips and especially by her tongue. She even swallowed! I am helpless when attacked that way. No ability to protest.

Three days after she came home, I asked whether I could go down on her. She gave me one of those duh! looks. It was a tender experience for both of us, a signal moment things were slowly returning to normal. I loved hearing her cry out as her orgasm hit her.

Afterwards she hugged me tightly, with tears in her eyes.

The day we hit four weeks, Amie went and had her hair done. She said she wanted to be beautiful and feel like she did on our wedding night. I loved her choice of lingerie. The same as she wore on that earlier special night.

Naturally, we both wanted to look into each other's eyes and see the love and pleasure shown there. She was moaning with each thrust, but complained I was holding back.

"I'm not a virgin, Steve! Give it to me hard and deep."

I obeyed. She approved. Her orgasm washed over her and I kept thrusting until I came as well, with a shout.

We lay together in bed afterwards.

"How do you feel babe?"

"I feel wonderful. I wish you'd quit worrying about me and just fuck me silly."

"I can do that!"

I got out of bed and pulled her legs towards me, then picked her up and put her over my shoulder.

"Is it time for caveman sex, baby?"

I didn't say anything. I stood her facing the wall, adjusted her feet a little away from the wall and spread apart, then kissed her back, butt and legs. I had a finger inside her, gently stroking her as she moaned, When I replaced that with my cock, she cried out more loudly, and I was soon thrusting into her and shoving her against the wall.

As I was pounding her, I was certain she had climaxed again and I was close. I shoved deep and flattened her against the wall as I erupted inside her. After we both rested. I carried her back to bed and held her in my arms.

"That's what I needed. My beast husband to take over and do the job properly."

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After a few months, we decided to begin introducing one feeding of formula, and a few months later, half of Bailey's feeding was with a bottle. That helped, because now Amie and I could take turns at night.

It was amazing to watch Bailey grow. She was almost nine months old, and Amie and I were standing by her crib, watching her sleep.

"Don't you wonder what her future will be like?"

"Of course, but I'm also ready for Bailey to have a brother or sister."

I held Amie in my arms.

She stopped the pill the next day, and about ten months later, Logan was born. Although Amie's pregnancy was uneventful, she was in labor longer and Logan weighed a pound more. She said afterwards the extra weight was in his head, because that time she tore a little and needed stitches.

We had a second crib in our baby nursery, but we were old hands and knew the drill.

This time, due to her stitches, we had to wait almost ten days before resuming oral sex, and it was five weeks before full sex. Her doctor said six, but Amie persuaded me five was long enough. I used the word "persuaded." but she was tired of waiting and seduced me, sexy lingerie and all.

That night, there was a moment when she was lying on the bed, looking at me, and her red hair was spread out in a circle around her head. I thought immediately of that day in the park, and of that moment when I first saw her and her beautiful red hair.

Afterwards, we were lying naked in bed.

"Steve, thank you for giving me these two babies. I'm sure I'll want more, but for a year, I think I'd like to focus on you. On the two of us."

It wasn't quite a year later she wanted to get pregnant again. It took a little longer to make a baby inside her, but a week before Logan's second birthday, Shannon was born. Our first child with red hair!

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Amie helped me put the bitter disappointment of the 13-year struggle with Becky behind me. First of not being able to have children, and then of losing Becky to cancer.

I had experienced with Amie that source of joy Becky never got to have. We had moved Bailey into her own room and a bed. Amie and I were standing in our nursery and looking at the other two beautiful children. Logan was approaching 2 years old and was trying to keep up with Bailey. Shannon was two months old and her hair was still red. She looked at lot like Amie.

"Remember the day I called you at your office? The day I told you I was in your home, on your sofa, naked? I've never had anyone except you, but I'm so grateful we met."

I remembered that day well. Amie had waited. She was a virgin, but had decided she wanted to give her virginity to me. We've been together ever since and have three children to evidence our love.

"Do you want more children?"

"I don't know. Let's see how I feel after another year of fun in bed with you."

There is a closeness between us because of our children that was denied to Becky and me. Becky and I drew close over her cancer. I will always treasure her memory, but I plan to hold grandchildren with Amie.

I hope for a few redheaded ones.