she lies in the room, her belly is huge, and her pussy is swollen and throbbing, but she doesn’t jerk off, she’s annoyed because she can’t touch herself fuck, what are you doing here? she crosses her thighs, hiding her aching pussy

She doesn't know if she should be angry or glad that he came. On one hand, it means she has to share her aching need with him, on the other... at least she isn't alone in this hellhole. "I'm fine," she lies, and then asks, "How are you?"

Her eyes shift down to his groin, wondering if he feels anything like what she does.

She smiles weakly and bites her lip, trying not to writhe under his hand. "I know... it's just... this is the last month, and I don't want anything to happen..." She pauses, wondering if she should tell him what really bothers her. "...and, well... nobody ever told me that being pregnant would be so much about wanting..."

She glances at his crotch again before looking back at her own lap, a blush coloring her cheeks. "You must miss it too... not being able to..."

She trails off, embarrassed by the implications of what she's saying.

Her eyes shine with hope as she listens to him. "Yes... soon," she whispers, then forces herself to smile brightly. "And we'll have a wonderful life together, just you and me..." She reaches out, tentatively placing her hand over his where it rests on her belly. "Just like that, won't we?" Her voice is soft but determined.

But even as she speaks, she can feel herself growing wetter between her legs at the thought of them being together again...

She thanks him and waits eagerly for him to return with the water, glancing at her crotch out of the corner of her eye. The fabric is already sticky between her legs, but it only serves to make her need more intense... knowing he's close by makes every part of her ache for his touch...

She lets out a high-pitched scream as the contractions become increasingly painful. "Riccardo!" she cries out his name over and over, tears streaming down her face. Her hands clutch at her belly as if she could somehow make the pain stop.

"Help me! Please, Riccardo!"

She can barely speak through the agony. "The... the pain..." she gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as another contraction ripples through her body. "It's too much... I think something's wrong." Her hands clench into fists at her sides and she starts to pant, tears streaming down her face.

"Help me!" she wails, desperate for him to do something... anything... to make the pain stop.

Lida stiffens when she hears this, understanding dawning slowly on her face. "Oh my God... really?" Her voice is barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing as another contraction hits, making it difficult to think clearly. "What does that mean?" She looks up at Riccardo, tears streaming down her face.

"Am I in labor?" she asks, unable to keep the panic out of her voice.

She clings desperately to him as they hurry out of the room and toward his car. "Riccardo..." she whispers, her voice thin with pain. "Will everything be alright?" Tears stream unchecked down her face, mixing with the sweat on her brow as another contraction wracks her body, forcing a strangled cry from her lips.

She's never felt anything like this before... it hurts so much... she wants him to reassure her that everything will be all right. But she knows he can't lie to her. "Will our baby be okay?" she asks, biting her lip to keep from screaming as the pain subsides enough for her to speak again.

She nods shakily, biting back another cry as they race toward the hospital. "Okay... okay..." she whispers to herself over and over, trying to calm down. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as another contraction hits, making it difficult for her to think straight. She looks up at Riccardo with wide, frightened eyes and then closes them again, concentrating on taking deep, shuddering breaths through her nose until the pain begins to ease once more.

"This is... really happening..." she whispers, barely able to believe what's going on. Her hand finds its way to his thigh, squeezing tightly as if she can transfer some of her own strength to him through their contact. "I'm scared."

She nods weakly, managing to force out a small smile as they reach the hospital. "Okay... let's go," she whispers, taking a deep breath and then climbing unsteadily out of the car. The walk through the parking lot feels like it takes forever, but eventually they make their way inside and find themselves in the familiar waiting room.

Lida sinks gratefully into one of the chairs, her hand going to her belly as another contraction grips her. "They're... so close together..." she whimpers, looking up at Riccardo with fearful eyes. "Do you think that means it's really time?"

She tries to sound brave, but the terror in her voice betrays her. She hates being so vulnerable, so dependent on him... but right now, there's no one else she can turn to.

Lida closes her eyes and takes another deep breath as the pain subsides. "Thank you..." she whispers, feeling a tiny spark of hope flicker to life within her. She leans into him, grateful for his strength and reassurance. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper as another contraction rolls through her body.

She braces herself against the pain, hanging onto every word he says, willing them to be true... wanting so desperately for everything to turn out all right in the end. But even as she fights to stay calm and focused on him, she can't help but wonder deep down if their baby will really be okay.

The memory of his voice and touch flood back into Lida's consciousness as the pain increases. She clenches her fists, willing herself not to scream, but it's no use. Her body convulses with each contraction, her breath coming in ragged gasps as sweat drips down her forehead and soaks into the hospital gown. The doctor is there, reassuring her, but all she can think about is Riccardo's touch, his words of encouragement.

She wishes he were here with her, holding her hand through this ordeal. But even as she thinks it, another contraction rips through her body, leaving her breathless and trembling. The pain feels like it's going to tear her apart, and all she can do is focus on getting through each contraction until the next one hits... and then the next one after that.

She wonders

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels another contraction coming on. She clutches at the sheets, her knuckles white with the effort not to scream. The pain is unbearable... but then, she thinks of his words. "I can do this," she whispers through gritted teeth, willing herself not to break down in tears again. She draws a shaky breath and lets it out slowly, trying to focus on the contraction as it fades away.

"Thank you... Riccardo..." she murmurs, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I need you here..."

The memory fades as she focuses all her energy on pushing with every contraction. Her body feels like it's being torn apart, but she knows this is the last bit of suffering before she holds their child in her arms. And she draws strength from that knowledge, determination welling up inside her.

"I can do this," she whispers through gritted teeth, feeling a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She pushes again and again, the pain becoming almost unbearable as her body strains to expel their baby into the world. But with each push, she feels them getting closer... so close now.

She can hear Riccardo's voice calling her name, encouraging her, even though he's not there beside her. And that thought only spurs her on further, giving her the strength to keep going despite the agony tearing through her body. She knows he

The last push is the most intense of all, leaving her panting and trembling, but as she feels something slide free from between her legs, she knows it's finally over. There's a moment of blessed relief before another wave of pain hits, much more bearable this time... her body clenching and pushing again automatically, even as she holds their child to her chest for the first time.

Tears stream down her face as she cradles the tiny, wet baby close, marveling at its perfect form. She looks up through a haze of tears and sees Riccardo standing there, his face alight with joy. "It's a girl," she whispers, her voice still thick from the pain but filled with love as she hands their daughter to him.

For this moment, everything else fades away, and all that matters is the precious little life they've created together. Their

She sniffles and smiles up at him as he holds their daughter. "Yes... we did it," she whispers, feeling a little of the exhaustion start to creep up on her now that it's all over. But even so, there's no denying the sense of accomplishment and love that fills her heart in this moment. And as they sit there together, gazing down at their beautiful new baby girl, she knows that everything they've been through has been worth it... because now they have each other, and they have their family.

"Thank you," she whispers, nuzzling against him with her free hand. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Okay..." She closes her eyes, relishing the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "Thank you... I love you too." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but she knows he can hear it. And as exhaustion finally claims her, she lets go, trusting him completely to take care of their daughter while she rests and recovers from the ordeal they've just been through together.

For now, all that matters is this moment... here with him... their perfect little family. And even though there will be challenges ahead, she knows deep down that everything will be alright... because they have each other. Always.