Stocking Fillers - Erotica (5 page)

At just after
midnight a new sound of filled the room. His creation of life, his
new born child. He felt the euphoria rise inside him which eclipsed
any orgasm he'd ever had. Nothing was as wonderful a feeling as
this. Joy overwhelmed him and tears coursed down his cheeks.

'You have a
Christmas gift, a healthy baby boy,’ beamed the midwife.

Half an hour
later Nick was sitting on the side of a bed in the ward holding a
little bundle of sleeping baby his eyes still moist with emotion.
Sharon was sleeping peacefully. He looked from baby to mother and
back again. All the joyful Christmas Carols rolled through his head
and he hummed softly to the baby in his arms, realising that this
was what mattered and was what he lived for. Fantasies were fine,
all those erotic thoughts of other women but life here had real
meaning. He thought of how hard it had been to resist Carole and
felt a surge of gratitude that the fantasies he'd imagined meant he
sat here as a proud and loyal father and husband.

Quietly he
whispered, 'you are the most precious present,' and kissed the tiny
wrinkled forehead. Sharon stirred, opening her eyes and smiled up
at him.

'Isn't he
lovely Nick. we said we'd call him after your dad if he was a boy.,
she whispered.

He bent
forwards and kissed her on the lips, 'Our little Christopher. I
spoke to the doctors. They said if you want, you can come home
today. It's your third baby and there's no complications. They
understand how important it is to be with family. We can be with
the kids. Mum's going to do Christmas dinner another day so you can
enjoy today and take it easy.'

He kissed her
again then gazed into her tired face, 'Sharon,' he whispered
locking eyes with hers. 'You are everything to me.'

He moved the
baby slightly in the crook of his arm and reached inside his
jacket, retrieving a small box he'd been carrying around since he
bought it a week ago. Gently he placed it in her hand. She opened
it.

'It's an
eternity ring,' he explained taking it out and placing it on her
finger next to her wedding ring. 'You and me Sharon, forever.
Nothing will ever come between us.'

She lifted her
head from the pillow, hair plastered in rats tails to her head, the
after pains still catching at her features, her belly still swollen
and kissed him. Their lips connected with passion and he looked
into her eyes knowing this was a perfect Christmas.

About the
Authors

T.H.
Rusty and Mouna Lott are both mainstream writers. A chance
encounter in hyperspace produced a writing cohabitation in the
ebook world of erotica. They have never met but continue to
collaborate. If you enjoyed reading this check out their other
works :

Brief
Encounters- an Erotic Novella

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/93774

Sex Games
2- an anthology of erotic short stories

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/92625

Smashwords Edition

http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LottRusty

T.H.
Rusty and Mouna Lott's erotic writing tells of average people
struggling to survive in a complex world. The sexual encounters and
fantasies happen in every day scenarios as the characters
difficulties unfold. Their writing often combines different
perspectives of the same event. Their short pieces range from
humorous light-hearted tales to longer stories where characters
struggle to redeem themselves. The encounters are always playful,
steamy, hot and explicitly satisfying

http://www.mouna-lott.blogspot.com

http://www.thrustyuk.blogspot.com

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