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Giving Birth To Mr Whites Baby - African American Romance

Giving Birth To Mr White’s Baby – African American Romance

Part 6 in the Mr White series by J A Fielding: Giving Birth To Mr White’s Baby. An African American romance.

The baby is due! After months of ups and downs, the third member of the Schmidt family is on their way! But will everything go as smoothly as Natasha and Mitchell Schmidt plan? Find out in this gripping new WMBW story with a twist. 🙂

African American Romance, Read It Now:

This book is part of the Mr White Series. See it and all parts to the series on the BWWM Books page.

Giving Birth To Mr White’s Baby Sample:

Natasha felt a cramp go through her tummy for the umpteenth time. She was not sure if she was going into labor or if it was the damned Braxton Hicks contractions. God knows she’d had enough if those during her pregnancy. She stood up and walked around the living room again. Her OB/GYN had suggested walking it out and taking long deep breaths every time the contractions came around. He had said that Braxton Hicks were a common feature for many women whether they were on their first or tenth pregnancies.

However, today was different. Natasha had been walking up and down for hours and she could have sworn that the contractions were only getting more intense. She had been trying to call someone, anyone, but all she got were voicemails and phones turned off. Mitchell was in some meeting, he’d told her in the morning. Rita’s phone was turned off. Mona and her Nan were not picking up; they were probably having some bake off. Her father and Stacy’s phones were on voicemails. She was all out of options. But then again, this could just have been the Braxton Hicks.

She clutched her tummy tightly when she felt another nerve wrecking contraction. She grabbed the phone and punched in the first number she thought of, Mona’s.

“Hey girl,” Mona answered cheerfully. Natasha felt a thrill of relief go through her body when she heard her voice.

“Oh my god, you picked up,” Natasha said almost out of breath.

“Honey, you sound like you’ve been doing laps on the track. You okay?” Mona asked sounding concerned.

“I think I’m in labor, Mona,” she said panting. “These damn pains won’t go away,” she said again leaning against the wall. She was now in the kitchen trying to get a grip on whatever sanity she still had left.

“Okay honey. I want you to relax. Tell me, how frequent are the contractions? Five, ten minutes apart?” Mona asked. She sounded frantic. Natasha guessed that she was looking for her car keys. They never seemed to be where she left them.

“I don’t know…maybe twenty, half an hour maybe?” Natasha said. “Oh my God!” she cried out when she felt another contraction. She slowly made her way to the kitchen and yanked the freezer door open. She took some ice cubes and put them in a cup. “I think I need to go to hospital Mona. Get here, now!” she said before stuffing two large cubes in her mouth.

“Okay baby. I will be right there,” Mona said and hung up. Natasha sunk to the floor and put one hand on her baby bump. She did not understand how something so beautiful could cause so much anguish. She took long deep breaths as she sucked on the cold ice cube. Apparently, the ice was supposed to help but she was not seeing the effect. She had heard stories of how labor would sometimes get worse than this. She wanted to cry. This could definitely not get any worse. Her whole pregnancy had been about mood swings and a dry spell. She had probably had sex three times during her entire term. She felt another tear rolling down her cheek. She could not tell what was going on, whether she was crying because of the pain or the frustration of the entire situation. She heard her phone ring and rolled her eyes. She had just gotten settled on the floor, no pain, no discomfort, no nothing. This was the first time in hours she had actually felt her body being relieved. She pulled herself to her feet and slowly made her way to the living room. She looked at her phone and almost smiled. It was Mitchell.

“Baby, what’s up? I found all these missed calls and I know….” His voice trailed off when he heard her heavy breathing. “Tasha, what’s wrong? You sound all out of breath,” he said.

“I think the baby is coming Mitchell,” Natasha said. He suddenly went silent. Natasha knew that he was freaked out. He had always planned on being there when the baby came and it seemed that he could miss it.

“I’m on my way,” Mitchell said.

“No, Mona’s coming. You could meet us at the hospital,” Natasha said. She heard Mitchell breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’m on the other side of town. It might take a while,” he said. Natasha could hear the sadness in his voice.

“I’ll be okay Mitchell. Women have been giving birth in jungles for centuries. I’ll be fine,” she said as calmly as she could as she felt another cramp in her tummy. If she didn’t know any better she could have sworn that the contractions were getting more intense.

“You sounded a little off there. Everything okay?” Mitchell asked sounding helpless.

“Yeah. Just another bad contraction,” Natasha answered. She stood up and began walking around again. She had heard that walking sped up labor and she was willing to do anything to hurry this up.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon. Okay. I am driving as fast as I possibly can,” Mitchell said. Natasha smiled. She knew that he was not bluffing.

“Just don’t get yourself a ticket. Today is the worst day for that to happen,” she said lightly.

“I love you,” Mitchell said. Something in his voice let her know that he was smiling as he said that.

“I love you too,” she said before hanging up. As if on cue, she felt another contraction that made her lean against the wall. When it finally passed, she sank down to the floor and sat down. Even though walking might have sped the process up, she didn’t feel like she was strong enough to keep it up.

By the time Mona arrived, Natasha was sweating it out big time. Her contractions were now a bit closer; this was definitely the real thing. Natasha turned around to look at Mona who was walking fast towards her.
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Making Babies With Mr White - A Multicultural Romance Book

Making Babies With Mr White – A Multicultural Romance Book

Part 5 in the Mr White series by J A Fielding: Making Babies With Mr White. A multicultural romance book.

Natasha and Mitchell are married and ready to spend the rest of their lives together. The next logical step? Making babies of course! Will they be able to bring their own child into this world? Join them as they try to make this happen, sometimes multiple times per night. 😉

A Multicultural Romance Book, Read It Now:

This book is part of the Mr White Series. See it and all parts to the series on the BWWM Books page.

Making Babies With Mr White Sample:

The weather was beautifully warm when the Schmidts finally got back home. The trip from the airport was seemingly short especially since the two had decided to nap all the way home. It seemed the jet lag was a bit too hard on them.

“Ahem,” the driver said loudly when they got home. He looked at the couple in the rear view mirror and was not surprised to see that they were still asleep. “Ahem,” he said again, a bit louder this time.

“Oh, sorry. We’re just a bit exhausted from the flight, that’s all,” Mitchell said as he gently shook Natasha’s shoulder.

“It’s all right, Mr. Schmidt. I understand,” the driver said and got out.

“Tasha, we’re home. Wake up,” Mitchell said as Natasha’s eyelids fluttered open.

“Already?” she asked as she stretched. Mitchell smiled and opened the door on his side.

“I know. We can continue this little nap inside,” he said as they got out of the cab. The driver was walking towards the door carrying the last bag.

Mitchell reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill when he walked back to the car.

“Keep the change,” he said as he handed the driver the money. The driver beamed.

“Thank you, sir. Very generous of you,” the driver said as he got back in the vehicle. They turned and slowly walked towards the door, both tired and exhausted from the flight.

“Wait,” Mitchell said as they approached the door. “I have to do this right,” he said. Natasha looked at him in wonder.

“Mitch, what the…whoa,” she said when he took her up in his arms. She looked up at him and smiled. “Oh, so this is what you meant,” she said as he carried her into the house.

“Men have been doing this since way before time began. So, welcome home, my wife,” he said before bringing his head down and kissing her. She pulled away and smiled, then looked around the house. She suddenly felt as if this was a different house. Things were not the way she remembered them. She could have sworn that walls had been moved and repainted, and the furniture she remembered was no longer there. In its place were new seats, black in color. There were multicolored throw pillows all over the living room…the same way she would have redecorated.

“Mitch…what happened to your house?” she asked as he placed her down. She walked towards the living room and noticed that his frat house table that had beer and tea stains was out and in its place was a black marble top dining table. The new paint and the low hanging chandelier gave the entire room a colonial feel.

“That was my house. I needed to turn this into our house,” Mitchell said as he walked over to her. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. “I made sure everything was made exactly how you would like it,” he added. She turned around and kissed him. “Wait, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, pulling away.

“Haven’t I seen enough?” she asked. He smiled and shook his head.

“Come on,” he said as he took his hand. “You have to see the bedrooms,” he said, leading her through the hallway.

“Bedrooms? How many do we have?” Natasha asked with a smile.

“Three,” he said. “The other two don’t really matter. The master is what you must see. After all, you’ll be spending a lot of time in here,” he said as he opened the door to their bedroom.

“What the…” her voice trailed off as she looked around. The bed she had come to know for so long as his had been replaced by a beautiful king size bed. The light brown carpeting was a perfect match to the drapes and wallpaper. She turned around and looked at him. “How did you orchestrate all these without my knowledge?” she asked smiling.

“I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. I made all the plans before we left and left the project in the able hands of your good friend Rita,” he said. Natasha giggled at the thought of remodeling the house being called a project. She walked to the bed and sat down. He watched her run her hand over the smooth bedding. “She’s pretty talented if you ask me. Maybe she has more than just art in that hot headed mind of hers,” he said as he walked towards the bed.

“Your house was beautiful as it was,” she said looking at him. He shook his head.

“I needed it to be our house plus I knew how uncomfortable you were with the fact that I had fraternized with other women in this very house,” he said putting an arm around her shoulders. “I needed to make sure that you would feel at home and not like a guest,” he added as he planted a kiss on her forehead. She smiled.

“This has to be the grandest gesture you have ever shown me,” she said. He laughed.

“Grandest? What are we now, old English?” he asked with a smile. She shrugged.

“Certain gestures call for certain measures of kindness, kind sir,” she said as she let her hair loose and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at her. “I thought we were tired,” he said. She smiled and stood up to take her pants off. He looked at her standing before him in just her underwear.

“We are tired. But before we get into bed, we have to test the shower,” she said as she unhooked her bra. He looked up at her and smiled.
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