A Lonely Eden 5 (Patreon)

Eve was into her third trimester, and I was loving every minute of it. Not just the sex with my pregnant loli soon-to-be-MILF, though I won’t deny that seeing her belly swelling with my child was doing a lot for my libido, but also I was so excited to be a father that I could barely contain myself. I was so excited, I couldn't wait for us to start on our next one.

Which is how we found ourselves where we were, down by the creek, in the shade of a willow tree, Eve in my lap with her back against my chest, my hands around her, gently rubbing circles over her belly, with our child. Moments like this made everything, being sent here, the most likely at least a century I'd spent all alone before she arrived, the agelessness, the forced resurrection whenever I died, it was worth it. Being a daddy... words don't exist for the emotions running through me at the mere thought.

“What do you think they’re going to be?” I asked, pulling Eve's attention from the furs she was sewing together.

“I think it's going to be a girl,” she said, resting her head back against my chest and looking up at me through her bangs. “Got any girl names in mind?”

“Ayla?” I suggested with a shrug, before leaning down and kissing the top of her head. We were the only two people in what was basically an ice age world, so the protagonist of Clan of the Cave Bear seemed appropriate.

Eve giggled, “Ayla? Why not something more modern, like Emma or Ava?”

I chuckled, “I don't know. Ayla just feels right to me. And besides, she'll be unique, just like her parents.” I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, causing her to shiver.

“But what if it's a boy?” she asked, turning her head slightly to look at me.

I shrugged, “I don't know. Maybe James or William? Classic names are classic for a reason: they never go out of style.”

Eve nodded, and we lapsed into a comfortable silence, watching the water flow by and enjoying each other's company. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, and it filled me with a sense of contentment that I had never experienced before.

I smiled and leaned in, kissing her deeply. My hands traveled down her back, and I couldn't help but start to feel the familiar stirrings of arousal. Eve noticed and grinned against my lips.

“Again?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

I nodded eagerly and lifted her up, carrying her over to the furs we had laid out earlier. I gently laid her down and started to undress her, my hands roaming over her pregnant form. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and I was amazed at how her body had changed during the pregnancy.

I slid my hands over her swollen breasts, still tiny but growing, kneading them gently before moving lower to her belly. I kissed and licked my way down, leaving a trail of kisses that ended at her mound. I spread her legs and gave her a long, slow lick, savoring the taste of her.

Eve moaned and arched her back, her hands clutching at the furs beneath her. I continued to lick and suck at her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to come, I stopped and climbed on top of her, positioning myself at her entrance.

I pushed inside slowly, savoring the feeling of Eve's tightness around me. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. We moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, a perfect harmony that rose and fell with the waves of our passion. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, my tongue pushing into her mouth.

Eve wrapped her arms around my neck, and I pulled her up so she was on top of me. She rubbed her hands across my chest, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensations. I smirked and swatted her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise. Then I lifted her up off of me and gently laid her back against the furs, wrapping her legs around me as I started to pound into her.

She gasped and moaned, her hands clutching at the furs and her head thrown back in pleasure. I could feel her muscles contracting around me, and it was all I needed to push me over the edge. I growled, my muscles tensing as I pounded even harder into her. Eve screamed and arched her back as her orgasm hit her, her warm juices flowing over me. Her thighs tightened around my waist, and I hissed, my orgasm sweeping over me. We lay there, my arms wrapped around her, panting and covered in sweat.

After a few minutes, Eve climbed off of me and laid down next to me. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead.

“That was amazing,” she said, her eyes half-lidded and a sated smile on her face. I nodded and kissed her forehead again, pulling her closer.

“Agreed,” I said, hugging her close and rubbing my face against her vibrant red hair. “I’m so glad you stopped asking about that stupid non-binary thing.”

Eve blushed and looked away. It was a holdover from the many stupid ideas that her mother had raised her on, ideas that were only remotely worth considering when you lived in an industrialized, first world country. In an ice age survival situation, like had been my life for so long I’d lost count of the years and Eve’s once she was dropped on my doorstep, that kind of stuff just didn’t match the more basic priorities.

But there was something that I’d noticed, something that came with a realization that was like a mammoth tusk to my heart. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus instead of putting it off like I had nearly half a dozen times already.

“Adam, what’s wrong?” Eve asked, her big doe eyes looking up at me.

I swallowed, forcing away the temptation to ignore it, and said, “You’re going through a growth spurt.”

She blinked, looking at me in confusion for a moment before the implication hit her, “I’m aging?”

I nodded, beating back the fear, “I don’t know if you’re just aging to a specific point, then stopping, or if whoever brought us here didn’t give you the same twofer immortality that they did me. I hope it’s the former, but if it isn’t…”

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The winter solstice this year fell on the night of the full moon, and that morning was when Eve's water broke. Eve was in active labor for fourteen hours, her hand clenching on my own as I sat between her legs, doing my best to help her remain calm in spite of her screams of pain.

“Push, Eve,” I urged, holding her hand and breathing with her. Her steadily increasing contractions were now about a minute apart, the baby started crowning, and it was thirty minutes to sunrise. It had been a long day, and I was more than ready for this to be over.

Eve suddenly let out a scream, one that was almost inhuman, “Adam, the baby's coming!”

My father had told me, learned from experience, that it was best to not argue with women who were giving birth. So I just nodded and said, “Okay, dear. Just push when you have a contraction.”

Eve nodded, closing her eyes as she bore down and pushed. The baby’s head slid a little further out of her, a wet mass of blonde hair.

“You're doing great, Eve,” I told her, reaching for a cloth to wipe the baby's mouth and nose once they were out. “Just a few more pushes, and our baby will be born!”

After the next push, the baby’s head was out. I could feel the baby’s shoulders as they slipped free of Eve, our baby nearly flying out on the next push. I severed the umbilical cord with my copper knife as I caught her, our daughter letting out a wail as I did.

“It’s a girl!” I announced, reaching for a towel we'd made out of mountain goat wool to dry the baby off.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Eve said, her voice weak. “She’s safe and I made it.”

I gently picked up the baby and laid her against Eve’s chest, who held her with one arm, while she gently cleaned off the baby with the other. She smiled down at our baby as she held her next to her breast, the little one wasting no time in latching onto a nipple.

“Hey there, little Ayla,” I said quietly as I wrapped an arm around the exhausted Eve's shoulder. “I'm your Dad, this is your Mom.”

Ayla opened her eyes, the two of them a stunning sea-foam green. Eve and I grinned at each other as she slowly fell asleep, exhausted from the ordeal.

I leaned down and kissed Eve on the lips, “Happy Solstice, dear.”

“Happy Solstice, Adam,” she replied, smiling up at me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Eve,” I told her, kissing her, before I kissed the top of Ayla’s head. “I love you both.”

I would have to stay close to Eve and Ayla, so that I could protect them if the need arose. And while the cave was safe enough, I worried as a new father. So sue me. Plus, I didn’t know how long Eve would remain weak. I was pretty sure that she’d pull through, her labor was blessedly free of blood, which I was pretty sure was a good thing.

Goodbye sleep, it was nice knowing you.

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For the first few months of Ayla’s life, I was constantly making sure that she was safe and taken care of. I'd build a sling out of buckskin so that we could carry her on our back during our journey to search for food, while at night, I would sleep with her between us. Her cries soothed me as much as they stirred me from deep sleep; I knew that no matter what dangers lurked in the night, my little girl was protected by me.

This routine felt good, natural even. We were finding our way and learning what it meant to be parents. We adored our daughter and wanted only the best for her, which meant learning how to provide for her better than we had been doing before.

We decided that it would be best if we waited until Ayla was a year old before we tried for another baby. I wasn’t sure how long the best time to wait actually would be, but for lack of any way of finding out, it would suffice. At least there would be some kind of gap between babies so that Eve wouldn’t have to go through labor again too soon after giving birth to Ayla! And with all the hard work involved in taking care of an infant and providing food for two adults plus one baby (or more eventually!), we figured this gap could help us catch up on some much needed rest in preparation for whatever came next!

Eve remained weak for a full week after Ayla’s birth, but after that she quickly became her old sassy self. Just with a great deal of love and affection aimed at our little bundle of joy. Our days settled into a rhythm: search for food during the day and build tools and other necessities after dark while keeping Ayla safe and warm all day long when possible. It was exhausting but incredibly rewarding as well; seeing Eve's face light up every time she looked at Ayla was… I didn’t have words for it.

But Eve and I both agreed that there was only one word that fit for our Ayla: perfect.