I was wheeling down a long corridor on a trolley-like thing, my hair sticking to my forehead as I panted and cried out.
"Ahhh," I moaned, sinking back onto the cushions as my contraction ended.
"Mary Anne, honey?" the nurse asked, and I looked up. "There's a boy waiting outside. He says he's the father."
"Let him...AAAARGH!!" I howled in pain, and the nurse patted my arm.
"I'll let him in," she said, and opened the door. Jeff ran into the room, slightly alarmed when he saw his girlfriend panting her heart out on a bed in front of him.

"How... erm... Mary Anne? You OK?" he asked.
I looked at him.
"No, I am fucking not OK," I replied, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth as another contraction ripped through me.
"Mary Anne," Jeff said suddenly, "I think I can see the baby's head."
"You think?" I screamed, and pressed the button next to the bed with 'Nurse' written on it.

The nurse raced in, took one look at Jeff's pale face, caught him as he fainted, and called for some surgeons.

"Aaaaaagh!" I screamed, as they ran with my trolley down the hallway. They wheeled me into a brightly lit room, and told me to relax.
"I can't," I choked, squeezing my eyes shut as someone with rubber gloves on gently felt the top of the baby's head.
"Right," he said, calmly, "Mary Anne, I'm going to ask you to push real hard in a moment. OK... one, two three, push."
I tried. I tried pushing until I was bright pink in the face, screaming and shouting as something shifted inside of me, and I felt the baby clench its fist. I shook all over as I pushed, screaming "JEFF!" over and over again.
"FUCK THIS HURTS!" I screamed, as I raised myself up on my elbows, clutching the sides of the bed. The man shifted so he could catch the baby if it should fall, and I pushed silently for about two minutes, tears and sweat pouring down my face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I howled, desperately clinging onto my stomach as I pushed. I tried not to look at the vast amounts of blood coming from me, or the panicky looks on the nurse and surgeon's faces...

"SHIT!" I shrieked, as I felt something shoot out of me. I relaxed slightly. Whatever that was, it was making the baby come easier.
"Another?" one of the nurses whispered, and a surgeon wrapped something small up in a blanket and took it away.
"What... AAAAAHH! What was that?" I whispered.
"It was another baby, sweetheart," the nurse said, stroking my arm gently. I blinked at her.
"It was far too little, Mary Anne," she continued. "It had obviously died when you were about five months pregnant, and it was blocking the way of the other baby. But you're OK now, so you need to push again. Push!"
I pushed.

The baby slid out of me and I collapsed, chest heaving, sobbing, breath catching in my throat as the surgeon lifted up my baby... Girl.
"It's a girl," he confirmed, and I burst into tears.

Jeff was sent back to California that week. He came to visit baby Amber Dawn in hospital and told me the news that Dad had found out who the real father of my baby was. We shared one last session of tearful and aggressive sex, right there in my private hospital bed, and kissed my forehead and left.

I never saw my love again.

Dad disowned me. He said I had a fetish for incest and no daughter of his would have children by her brother. I screamed that he was my STEP brother but he didn't listen.

I lived with Kristy and her family until Amber Dawn was two years old, and then I dropped out of college and lived in a small apartment with my daughter. I never told her who her father was, and I never heard from him either.
Dawn came to visit me once, and was delighted when I told her Amber Dawn's name.
She told me Jeff wanted to contact me but was terrified Dad would have the police on him. I nodded understandingly, but it didn't stop me frantically fingering myself every night, whispering Jeff's name over and over until I climaxed and came all over my sheets.

I loved Jeff, but I married Charlie Thomas six years later after he had been so nice to me, helping me look after Amber Dawn.
Charlie and I had something special, but occasionally I would scream Jeff's name while we were having it... Charlie seemed to understand, but I knew it bugged him.

I was Mary Anne Spier.
Now I'm Mary Anne Thomas, sister-in-law to Kristy Thomas and mother to eight year old Amber Dawn.

I've never cried again.