Xerox Emotions

The contractions got more painful and closer in timing. Marilyn sat by me, wiping down my sweat with a damp washcloth and pushing my hair out of the way while Twiggy watched from a distance by the door. I was crying as Brian was holding my hand with an occasional kiss on the cheek. "You’re doing so good honey, I am so proud of you!" He encouraged as the doctors and nurses worked with me, telling me what to do. My body was in pain; it felt like I was ripping in half. "Scream if you want!" Dr. Lewis said. "No, I don’t want the first thing my baby hears to be me screaming." I replied, breathless "Push!" "Push!" "A few more, doing great!" The doctor said. "Squeeze my hand!" Manson told me, I obeyed with each sharp pain I felt. "Give me one more big push!" Dr. Lewis instructed. Marilyn soothed me, wiping my sweat and gently kissing my face.
"It’s a girl!" Dr. Lewis announced proudly, handing the baby to me. Her cries were small yet not unheard. "She’s beautiful!" Manson said in awe. "Yeah she is." I replied mesmerized, feeling her weight in my arms. The little baby glanced up, showing her unique mismatched eyes. This was exactly how I had always dreamed, every little detail. Marilyn Sierra Warner was born at 2:32am on June 20th (Twiggy's Birthday). She didn't have much hair, but the hair she did have was blonde, like mine. Her skin was very pale for a newborn and she looked just like her father. Her eyes were naturally mismatched already; one was pale blue, almost gray and the other was dark brown, almost black. Brian was overjoyed, so much so, he was crying. "My beautiful little girl! My gorgeous wife!" He said. "Hold her." I told him. He held her in his arms and began to quietly sing. "I went to god just to see. And I was looking at me. Saw heaven and hell are lies. When I’m god everyone dies." Jeordie came over, nervously standing by my bed. "Hello little one!" He said, approaching Marilyn in Brian’s arms.
"Do you want to hold her?" He asked. "I’d love to!" Twiggy said, big brown eyes sparkling as he cuddled the baby. What’s her name? Jeordie asked. "Marilyn Sierra Warner." Manson said. "How’s momma?" Twiggy asked me. "Doing alright, I’m just glad she’s finally here. And, Happy Birthday, Jeordie." I responded. Baby Marilyn began to cry. "Oh, here, she wants you." Jeordie told me, handing her to me. "Here sweetie." I told her, adjusting myself to nurse her. Manson covered Twiggy’s eyes with one hand and threw a blanket at me with the other.
"Brian, what should we call her?"" I asked. "Marilyn." He replied with a smile. "I know but I mean like a nickname; everybody will get her confused with you." Manson laughed. "A daughter with the father's name, there's something different. How about, "Mary?" He asked. "Mary." I said. "I like it!" I added. Manson kissed me with passion. "As do I."
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I was in the hospital with Mary for 3 days. Manson never left, he was there for me the entire time. If we needed anything, Twiggy would offer to go get it or pick it up so Brian could stay with me. Each night, Manson would crawl in the hospital bed and hold me close to him. It was a small bed but we always slept right up next to each other, so it was no problem.
"Are you ready to go home? I think mommy’s ready to go home too baby!" Manson said to our daughter, cooing at her whilst cuddling her on the bed. I couldn’t help but smile. "Honey, is there anything I can do to help you?" Brian asked. "Not that I can think of." I replied. "Ok." He kissed me as the nurse undid my IV. "Go ahead and take a shower, if you can stand that long without difficulty, you can go home." The doctor said. "Ok, thank you Doctor." I replied.
Jeordie was asleep in the recliner. "Babe, do you need help?" Manson asked from outside the bathroom door. "Maybe." I opened and let him in. "Here, I’ll undo your gown." As he helped undress me, I couldn’t help but notice his erection. I started the hot water up and stepped in. Brian, still holding our daughter, left the bathroom. "Twiggy, Twiggy, wake up!" Brian urged. "What… is Rhiannon alright?" He asked in a worried tone. "Yeah, she’s fine, can you watch Mary for a while while I’m in the shower with Rhiannon?" "Yeah, sure." Jeordie said, yawning. "Hey Mary!" Twiggy said happily. ‘
"I’m here baby." Brian told me, his strong arms wrapped around me. "You’ve done so good, I am so proud of you." He said, rubbing my back as I put my arms around him. We made out with passion, holding each other and bathing. "I want to fuck you so hard." Manson whispered. "Me too, but not for a week, remember?" I pointed out. "I know, but I want you". "Well, I’ll blow you when we get home." I offered. "You will?" "If you want." "Of course." He replied, a devilish smile coming over his face. "I love you, so very much, Brian." "I love you too, Rhiannon, more than you will ever know."
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"Ok, you’re free to go!" The nurse announced. "Thank you." I responded. "Let me help you get out to the car." She offered, pushing my wheelchair as I held and cuddled Mary, Brian walking right next to me.
The press and media were all over outside, not unlike when we got married. Jeordie pulled the car around, dividing the enormous crowd and Manson helped me and the baby into the back. "Thanks Twiggs." We said in unison. He giggled. "Anytime!"
"Brian, I was wondering, I could stay with you and Rhiannon for a while, to help with Mary." Twiggy offered. "That's nice, but I don't think we'll need help. My mom is flying in tomorrow to help." He said. "Brian, please! I just want to help you and Rhiannon. Laney left me, kicked me out and I have no where to go." Jeordie said. Manson sighed. "What do you think, honey?" He asked. "Whatever you want, sweetie." I replied, snuggling Mary. "Fine, Twiggy. I guess." "Thanks, guys!" Twiggy exclaimed. The next chapter will be fun! (I will get it posted as soon as possible)