The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold-11
***Epilogue***
Less than a week after that memorable long weekend, events proceeded quite quickly. One morning after breakfast, Nadiya went into labour. Everyone was very excited in the house. Master had asked me to make arrangements with the Muslim midwife so that she would be available at any time after a given date (the doctor was also reachable by phone). So I called her to come over as soon as she could and, right after, I called Master on His mobile phone. He told me not to bother picking Him up, that He would get a cab with Rizwana (I was their chauffeur to and from their office everyday) and come right away.
When Master and Rizwana arrived, Nadiya was at the apex of her labour, with the midwife at her side, encouraging her and giving her advice. It was very touching and impressive to see Nadiya naked lying on her back, her legs bent and her thighs wide apart, exposing her vagina on the immaculate white bed sheets on the canopy bed, with all of us gathered around it. It was obvious that she was in pain, but the midwife was reminding her of the breathing techniques and telling her to relax as much as possible. Nadiya was nevertheless making low guttural sounds and strong moans. At the request of the midwife, I had prepared a bowl of warm water that she used to reduce labour pain. She then asked Master to massage His wife's feet to make her feel relaxed and cared for, which was a major morale boost.
The 40 and some minutes that followed seemed like eternity for me and everyone else in the room. But we were all relieved and rejoiced when we saw the midwife take the newborn by one leg and say "It's a boy!" in an atmosphere of intense trepidation. Like Master, Rizwana and the others, I couldn't refrain from crying to see that beautiful Black baby boy of seven pounds and three ounces and hear her loud screams.
I helped the midwife set the bed so that the mother and her son could rest quietly. After washing the baby with warm water, she wrapped her cautiously in bands of cloth and put her in her mother's arms, saying: "Don't worry Madam, he will let you know loud enough that he's hungry (of course, Nadiya had planned to breastfeed her baby)." This made everyone smile.
Soon after, Master received a call from the gynecologist on His mobile phone. I heard Him, His voice full of joy, say that the baby was a boy and that everything went right, albeit, understandably, with some pain for the mother. And, just before the end of the conversation, all of us could hear Master say: " Sultan, yes... What it means... It simply means ' ruler '... Yes, we picked that name out of a long list... Thank you so much, doctor... Yes, Nadiya is sleeping with Sultan now... Yes, we will go see you soon... Thanks very much!"
Less than a week after that memorable long weekend, events proceeded quite quickly. One morning after breakfast, Nadiya went into labour. Everyone was very excited in the house. Master had asked me to make arrangements with the Muslim midwife so that she would be available at any time after a given date (the doctor was also reachable by phone). So I called her to come over as soon as she could and, right after, I called Master on His mobile phone. He told me not to bother picking Him up, that He would get a cab with Rizwana (I was their chauffeur to and from their office everyday) and come right away.
When Master and Rizwana arrived, Nadiya was at the apex of her labour, with the midwife at her side, encouraging her and giving her advice. It was very touching and impressive to see Nadiya naked lying on her back, her legs bent and her thighs wide apart, exposing her vagina on the immaculate white bed sheets on the canopy bed, with all of us gathered around it. It was obvious that she was in pain, but the midwife was reminding her of the breathing techniques and telling her to relax as much as possible. Nadiya was nevertheless making low guttural sounds and strong moans. At the request of the midwife, I had prepared a bowl of warm water that she used to reduce labour pain. She then asked Master to massage His wife's feet to make her feel relaxed and cared for, which was a major morale boost.
The 40 and some minutes that followed seemed like eternity for me and everyone else in the room. But we were all relieved and rejoiced when we saw the midwife take the newborn by one leg and say "It's a boy!" in an atmosphere of intense trepidation. Like Master, Rizwana and the others, I couldn't refrain from crying to see that beautiful Black baby boy of seven pounds and three ounces and hear her loud screams.
I helped the midwife set the bed so that the mother and her son could rest quietly. After washing the baby with warm water, she wrapped her cautiously in bands of cloth and put her in her mother's arms, saying: "Don't worry Madam, he will let you know loud enough that he's hungry (of course, Nadiya had planned to breastfeed her baby)." This made everyone smile.
Soon after, Master received a call from the gynecologist on His mobile phone. I heard Him, His voice full of joy, say that the baby was a boy and that everything went right, albeit, understandably, with some pain for the mother. And, just before the end of the conversation, all of us could hear Master say: " Sultan, yes... What it means... It simply means ' ruler '... Yes, we picked that name out of a long list... Thank you so much, doctor... Yes, Nadiya is sleeping with Sultan now... Yes, we will go see you soon... Thanks very much!"
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