To Die For: Number 1 in series (Blair Mallory)

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I had eyes and ears only for Wyatt, and he realized it. I'm going to stay right beside you. You're going to do fine, everything's okay, but don't push again until the doctor gets here. Mitchell, made his appearance in just a little bit, along with my original nurse and two other nurses. His father, Old Dr. Mitchell, was my Mom's doctor and had delivered me and my sisters. Mitchell moved to our town and took over his Dad's practice, it was a no-brainer for me to go to him.

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Mitchell works out at Great Bods. Having my doctor come through Great Bods several times a week has been a nice little perk for me. I've gotten my pregnancy questions answered on a regular basis, and he graciously agreed to help me with a "moms to be" workout class, free of charge. I really should have given him a discount on his membership for his help with the class ,but when I offered Dr. Mitchell said he'd just consider it a community service. I really like Dr. Wyatt, unfortunately, couldn't help but give Dr.

Mitchell a bit of a cold shoulder whenever they ran up on each other at Great Bods. It didn't help any that Dr. Mitchell was obviously an alpha male too. At my first OB visit for my pregnancy, Wyatt had gone with me and had accompanied me back to the exam room.

Mitchell did a complete physical since it had been a year since I'd seen him last. Wyatt took a keen interest in checking out the wallpaper during the proceedings and trying to not be obvious about the fact that he was gritting his teeth. I asked Wyatt in bed that night, after a particularly nice bit of sex where I think Wyatt may have been unconsciously reclaiming his territory, what he thought of Dr. When he told you that the best time to do a breast exam was in the shower when your breasts were soapy, he was imagining you doing that.

It's either that, or he's gay. Next time he decides you need an internal exam, we'll buy one of those spatula thingees…" I bit my cheek to keep from laughing and told him, "It's called a speculum" and he snorted and said "whatever the hell it is, anyway, we'll get one of those, he can tell me what to look for, and I'll tell him what I see. Hell, we can do it over the phone. You won't even have to go in to the office. He's one of the best doctors in the state, so I'll make the sacrifice and you can keep going to him.

Right now Wyatt was looking at Dr. Mitchell like he was the second coming of the Lord, but he hid his relief by saying "Where the hell have you been? Mitchell took it in stride. I'm sure he'd heard that and worse from panic stricken fathers. Mitchell just grinned and said "I was napping so I'd have the strength to deal with your wife.

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Everyone got really busy moving equipment in place from the corners of the room, and as Dr. Mitchell moved into place at the foot of the bed, he said in a disgustingly cheerful voice, "So Blair, you're finally ready to do this thing.



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You got lazy on us after you checked into our little hotel," I wanted to make a scathing reply, but it's hard to cut someone off at the knees when your teeth are clenched. I think I growled at him. I lifted up my butt when he instructed me to, and a big blue pad went under me. He examined me, and I was indeed at the magical ten centimeters where I could push my baby out. My body had already known that. The nurses moved some levers, and Dr. Mitchell pulled the bottom third of the bed away and pushed it aside. My legs were lifted up and out until my calves were resting in some truly heavy duty stirrups they had popped into place.

The bed was raised some more until I was more in a sitting position. A large mirror was placed at the foot of the bed, and a nurse asked if I could see. I didn't want to see.

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My body was about to be ripped into. Why in the world would I want to watch? Also, it's obvious that the position a woman gives birth in was arrived at by a slightly perverted person. My legs were up in the air and my very naked butt was visible for all to see, and there appeared to be about as many people crammed into the labor room as you'd find in your average busy airport terminal. I didn't want to be reminded of these facts by a huge mirror reflecting my hiney back at me.

I couldn't bring myself to push now that I'd been told I could. I was actually afraid I would die if I pushed. I didn't think my body could withstand the pressure. Mitchell said with a nod to Wyatt, and crossed his arms to wait until I got with the program. Wyatt got his face directly in front of mine and met me eye to eye. He brushed tears away from my face with a hand that trembled. You're doing just fine. But you have to push. The only way out of this is through the pain….. I pushed, but not a little and not because Wyatt had asked me to so very sweetly. I pushed because suddenly it was all I could do.

I pushed because my body had decided there was nothing in the world more important to me but the need to push. I pushed like I was going to turn myself inside out. It was like trying to pull my lip up over my head and swallow myself. Mitchell said, and there was a huge grin on the man's face. Over and over an urge came over me that made me have a great appreciation for the phrase "force of nature.



The need to push overcame my entire being, and I pushed with all my might. All of the people in the room, and the fact that my behind was shining for all to see, didn't bother me in the least now. I would have gladly invited strangers in off the street to watch if I thought it would help bring this baby safely into the world and leave me intact and whole. Judging from the look on Wyatt's face, I think he would have escorted strangers in at gunpoint if he'd thought it would make the baby arrive any quicker. I pushed for what seemed like forever, and my body was tiring rapidly.

The baby, however, according to the monitor, was laboring like a champ. Mitchell decided we needed to try a new position. A nurse placed a hand under my knee and lifted my leg from the stirrup. You'd think he'd been trained as a labor nurse because he was just as ruthless as the nurse. Almost immediately both my knee caps were a mere inch from my shoulders. It must have been worth being doubled up like a roll away bed though, because it didn't take long for Dr. Mitchell to say, "Excellent! I can see the baby's head! On the next contraction it felt like someone had lit a blow torch and applied it to my butt.

The doctor was telling me to stop pushing.

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My body had other ideas.