The Difficult Second

Claude was resting when the first major pain hit him—he almost came unglued. He looked at Ben with wide eyes. "That fucking hurt! The other one wasn't even a warm-up. This one means business—he's going to blow my backside completely out."

"Aren't you being a little dramatic? He can't be that bad," Ben remarked gently.

"Fine! You get up here and push this big ass thing out. What kind of man are you, putting something so big inside me?" Claude shot back through gritted teeth.

Ben's voice softened. "Relax, Claude. It's just our son. Remember that night nine months ago? You came to me and you kissed me. I was big with Reggie, but you wanted me to make love to you—you needed my seed inside you. And we made love. We have a beautiful daughter to prove that, and now we just have to get her big brother out here. Just roll with the punches and you'll be fine. But we're not having another child for two years."