My Husband Brought His Assistant to Watch Me Give Birth

Summary

I was in labor. My husband, Marcus, insisted on being in the delivery room. He wanted to be the one to cut the cord, to witness the miracle. Everyone called Marcus Vance the husband of the decade.

Then, halfway through the most excruciating pain of my life, he walked in with his young, pretty assistant. She was curious, he said, and wanted to watch.

Through the agony of being nine centimeters dilated, I bit my lip until it bled. "Get her out!"

The assistant, Zoe, stared at the most private part of me, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and morbid fascination.