by Brittle, D M
“Hey you, are you still awake little girl? Or did your brother wake you with all of that screaming that he did? Do you want to meet your baby brother?” She too made little cooing noises as her eyes continued to roam the room, I gently perched myself onto the bed next to where Jo lay holding onto Johnny. “Here he is; this is Johnny, Johnny, say hi to your big sister.” As if they both knew what I was saying to them they both began turning their heads frantically.
“They miss each other already look,” Jo said in amazement.
“So, does she have a name yet?” Sam asked as she stood at the foot of the bed filling out some notes, I turned to Jo with a confused expression, we still hadn’t decided on a name.
“I think we should call her Julia,” Jo said with a content smile, “after your mum.”
“Julia…..” I repeated happily as I looked down at my baby girl.
“You really want to name her after my mom?”
“Yes,” Jo replied simply as her eyes focused on our two babies. “I think that it really suits her and it feels right too, what do you think?”
“Julia….” I repeated the name repeatedly as I looked into our daughter’s eyes.
“Do you like that name princess? Shall we call you Julia after your nana?”
Our daughter let out an almighty loud scream, which had everyone laughing. “I think she likes it,” I nodded. “Julia,” I smiled. “It’s perfect.”
A couple of hours had passed since our babies had made their appearance into the world. Jo had taken a long shower before we had sat together and eaten breakfast while our babies slept peacefully together in their crib. The birth had taken every ounce of Jo’s strength but since Julia and Johnny had arrived, we had both been too excited to rest.
Thoughts of last nights’ nightmare were now pushed firmly to the back of my mind as I looked around me at what I had now got, there was no fear anymore, no worry that I was going to lose anyone that I loved and held close because what I had in this room right now was complete perfection.
The door knocked quietly before Sam stepped inside. “My shift is about to end so I just wanted to come and say goodbye to you both before I left.” She walked over to where the babies were still fast asleep and smiled happily at them. “It never tires you know, no matter how many babies I deliver, each one is just as special as the last. They are so beautiful, they really are.”
“Thank you for everything Sam, you have been amazing, maybe next time Jo is pregnant we could fly you over to London.”
Jo looked up at me with wide eyes, “next time?”
“Yep,” I smiled, “next time.” Jo shook her head in amusement before turning to Sam.
“I am in no hurry to go through that again I tell you.” She laughed lightly, “thank you Sam, I couldn’t have done this without you, you have been amazing.”
Sam waved us both off, “You are the one that delivered the babies not me, it’s simply just my job to guide you; you did the rest. I feel privileged that you chose me to be a part of it.” Her smiled faltered slightly, “you two look after each other won’t you? And any time you are back over here I would love for you to bring the babies to meet me.”
“Of course we will,” I agreed.
“Anyway, I hate to spoil your peace and quiet, but there is a waiting room bursting with visitors out there, I think they are all just about ready to riot if they don’t get to meet these two beauties soon,” Sam smiled. “Shall I let them in?”
I looked to Jo who was smiling proudly up at me as she nodded.
“Let our parents in first please Sam, thank you.”
“Sure will, goodbye you two, I’ll see you soon.” As Sam left the room, our parents filed in quickly and immediately headed to Jo and me to congratulate us both before turning their attention to the crib where our babies lay sleeping.
Each of our parents gazed down at our children with such love, my mom and Diana were already crying while dad did a lot of coughing and sniffing, clearly trying but failing to hide his happy emotion.
“They are just so precious,” My mom said first.
“Our beautiful grandchildren, just look at them,” Diana said in awe.
“Did you manage to keep on your feet son or did you pass out like I told your mother you would?” My dad joked which caused a ripple of laughter to move around the room.
“He was amazing,” Jo said as she took my hand in hers and looked over at me lovingly before turning her attention back to the babies. “Would anyone like a hold?” Jo asked knowing the obvious answer.
Jo stood from the bed carefully before lifting Johnny out of the crib and cradling him as she walked around to where our parents stood. “Meet your grandson Johnny,” she smiled proudly. “He has an almighty set of lungs on him already.” Jo handed Johnny to Diana who took him in her arms as though he was made of china.
“And here,” Jo said as she lifted our daughter out of the crib and turned to my mother, “here we have your granddaughter, meet baby Julia,” Jo smiled.
My mother gasped in surprise as she realized that our daughter had been named after her. “You named her after me?” She asked in surprise as she began to stroke baby Julia’s face with her fingers. “I feel so honored,” she said gratefully.
“It’s a pleasure; you have been through a lot recently so we wanted to honor you as well as my Dad.” Jo added.
“So are the next set of twins gonna be Marti and Diana then or what?” My dad said in a teasing tone causing us all to laugh.
“You are as bad as Blake planning the next pregnancy when the babies aren’t even a day old yet, I am not a machine.” Jo laughed as her eyes moved between the babies with contentment.
“Well I think that naming these babies after your father and Julia is fantastic,” Diana said happily. “I hope your father is looking down on us right now.”
“He is; he always is,” Jo replied.
“I am so proud of you son.” Dad patted my back firmly before placing his arm around me and pulling me to him.
“I didn’t do anything,” I answered truthfully. “Jo on the other hand,” I paused briefly.” Jo was amazing.”
Jo rested her head on my shoulder as she smiled up at me, “by far the best day’s work I have ever done,” She sighed. “The hardest too I might add but most definitely the best.”
“So we will do it again then?” I asked.
“Ask me again in a couple of months and I will give you the answer then,” Jo winked.
“Deal,” I replied, knowing that we definitely would be doing this again at some point; Jo and I were going to be surrounded by children, we had so much love to share that having more children was going to happen again at some point in our lives.
Jo
Three months later
Not only was today Blake’s birthday but it was also the last night that we would spend in our New York home until we returned to visit later in the year. Tomorrow we were going to be boarding a plane and taking the babies home to London to begin our new life together in our new home.
Blake had been out for the majority of the day as he finalized arrangements whilst also meeting with his agent and the show’s producers in preparation for the two episodes that were due to be recorded in London in a couple of weeks’ time. This gave me the ideal opportunity to arrange my surprise evening for Blake to celebrate both the end of an era for us both along with the fact that today he was one year older.
Casey and Alex had kindly offered to take Julia and Johnny off our hands for the evening, which I greatly appreciated. I loved the twins more than anything in the world but Blake and I hadn’t spent any time alone together since they were born. We were both desperate for just a couple of hours where we were able to just hold each other, talk to each other and even make love without one of the babies deciding that this was also the time that they needed a cuddle or a feed or a clean nappy.
It would also prove to be a great experience for Casey and Alex who were now in the second trimester of their
pregnancy. Casey was truly glowing, she had the neatest bump I had ever seen on a pregnant woman and everything was going so well for them.
The one thing that I was definitely going to miss about being here in New York was seeing them become parents and sharing the experience of us both being new mommies with them.
I had wrapped Blake’s present and left it ready for him to open on the balcony, he knew that I had made his present but he had no idea what it was. Dinner was cooking nicely in oven number two. I was re-attempting to cook a pot roast in honor of the last time that I had tried to cook one and failed. It had ended up ruined because I didn’t realize that Blake owned three ovens, he had switched a different one on to the one that I was using; I smiled fondly at the memory that felt so long ago but had only been last summer.
I had filled the apartment with candles and scattered bright red rose petals in a trail that would lead him to where I was waiting for him, in the bath.
I heard the door to the apartment open and close before Blake’s singing began to filter through the apartment. He sang pretty much all of the time if he wasn’t speaking but the past couple of months his choice of song had changed rapidly. Today he was singing a song from Frozen, the twins loved it when he sang in the voice of Olaf the snowman, they gave out the cutest chuckle I have ever heard when he mimicked him; today he was singing about who smelt better; reindeers or people.
I recognized the moment that he had spotted the petals and candles and realized that the twins weren’t in the apartment with us because his singing quietened quickly before it came to a complete stop as he pushed the bathroom door open slowly and peaked inside.
“Hello Christoff,” I joked. “Happy birthday. Do you want to build a snowman, or do you care to join me?” I lay surrounded by bubbles with a glass of champagne in my hand, while candles gave light to the room as they surrounded the bathtub. Blake’s eyes roamed the room before finally settling on me, he gave me a wicked smile before he began to remove his tie.
“Where are the twins?” he asked as he continued to remove every item of clothing from his body. I reached across and picked up the baby monitor screen that showed the babies laughing happily as the lay on the floor while Casey and Alex played with them. Blake nodded impressed.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” I asked as Blake climbed into the bath facing me sending water lapping over the sides.
Blake took the glass from my hand and drank a long swig before placing his lips to mine; the champagne was still in his mouth as his tongue invaded mine hungrily, the liquid fizzed against our tongues like a volcano exploding. Blake placed the champagne flute down before cupping my face in his hands and kissing me again. His kiss was rough, needy and desperate; I felt his erection grow instantly as it pressed against the inside of my thigh.
“How long do we have?” He panted against my lips before moving down to my neck where he began to lick and suck at my slick skin, my head fell back as pleasure pooled quickly in the pit of my stomach.
“There’s no rush,” I said so quietly that I wasn’t even sure that he had heard me.
Blake’s one hand moved down my body frantically, stopping as he reached my sensitive area. He began small, gentle strokes against my folds that had my hips bucking against him in desperation, I may have said that there was no rush but I needed him inside of me soon, before I spontaneously combusted beneath him. His other hand began kneading my left breast as his lips moved across to my other breast, he sucked so hard against my nipple that it caused me to cry out in pure pleasure, each suck hit deeper as did the feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I moved my hand between us and began pumping his cock roughly, Blake groaned in pleasure against my breast before moving quickly back to my mouth.
“I know I said there was no rush Blake, but I need you to make love to me right now,” I pleaded against his mouth.
“Ssshhhhh, if we are not gonna get interrupted then I am not going to rush, I want to savor you, every single part of you,” Blake said hoarsely as his hand left my folds and quickly covered my hand. “Slow down,” he whispered.
My hand began a slow and steady rhythm but it wasn’t enough, I needed more, much much more. I pushed against Blake’s chest prompting him to sit back and watch as I lifted from the water and straddled him, pushing his head back to rest on the bathtub I gently guided him into me. The pleasure from that single touch rocketed from the tips of my toes right to my eyes that rolled back in my head from the feeling that I got from the fullness of Blake inside me.
I let out a loud groan as I began to rock forward and back slowly; the veins in Blake’s neck became visibly strained as he took my hips roughly and began guiding me up and down onto his cock. Each thrust became faster, each time he pushed harder until we were pushing against each other so hard that there was no chance of slowing down until we had both come against each other.
“I love you so much Jo, so fucking much,” Blake said in a strangled moan.
“Aahh Blake, yes, right there.” I placed my hands behind Blake’s head and pulled him to me, desperate to reach my climax. Blake’s mouth collided with my left nipple. As his teeth clamped down around it, electricity sparked through my whole body as I pushed against Blake one last time before I came hard against him. Blake’s fingers pressed deep into my hips as he shouted out in pleasure, his cock pulsed inside me as his release continued to spill into me.
“Fuck! Yes Jo, fucking hell yes! Ahhhh!” As we slowed, Blake rested his head back and my head fell immediately to Blake’s chest as we panted hard, desperately trying to control our breathing. Blake’s fingers stroked the length of my back continuously.
“If that was my birthday present, then it is the best one that I have ever had.” Blake’s chest lifted as he laughed against me making me smile. “How is it that almost twelve months after we first got together, I still can’t get enough of you?”
I lifted my gaze to Blake and replied simply, “ditto.”
“I can’t believe this is our last night here, I know that we have had some bad times but we made some amazing memories here too, memories that I will never forget.”
I smiled shyly at Blake, he didn’t know what his present was yet, but I had a feeling that judging by what he just said to me, he was going to love it.
“Dinner smells lovely by the way, what are we having?”
“I am making pot roast,” I said proudly.
“Smells like you turned the correct oven on this time,” he said teasingly as he squeezed my waist gently.
“That was your fault if you care to remember correctly,” I said wounded. “I’m going to miss those three ovens you know,” I smirked. “How will I possibly cope in London with just one traditional oven?”
Blake’s fingers dug into my ribs as he began to tickle me, I screamed out more in pleasure than discomfort, again the water lapped over the sides of the bath.
“I can’t wait to be there and start our new life,” Blake said as he stopped tickling and once again began to stroke my skin gently.
“It’s going to be epic.” I smirked before leaning towards Blake and licking his lips before climbing out of the bath and wrapping a towel around my body.
“Epic?” I turned to Blake who was smiling at me while looking confused. “Exactly how many champagnes have you had?” he laughed.
“Epic is a good word, we have children now so we need to keep up with the lingo,” I teased.
“Jo, at the moment our children’s lingo consists of cooing and screaming, I’m sure we’re okay where learning their language is concerned.” I stuck my tongue out playfully at Blake before disappearing out of the bathroom to check on dinner.
One hour later, I was serving a successful pot roast on the balcony, Blake had climbed out of the bath just as I was changing into a silk nighty and we had then proceeded to make love once again before I insisted on getting the food out of the oven before the pot roast was ruined yet again.
I had decorated the balcony wit
h twinkle lights. Music that I had compiled from our first year together was playing in the background.
“Hhmm this is delicious,” Blake said in appreciation between mouthfuls.
“Definitely better than last time,” I laughed as Blake nodded with a mouthful of food.
“Mind you,” he said as he swallowed. “The Chinese takeout that we ended up ordering that night was nice too.” I reached across the table and slapped Blake’s arm playfully before we both laughed.
“We have had some good times here haven’t we?” I said sadly, as the laughter stemmed.
“We have,” Blake agreed, “The best.”
“Do you want your present now?” I asked quickly before the night turned into sorrow. This may have been our last night here in New York but we had a new happy life awaiting us just the other side of the Atlantic. The excitement bubbled up inside me in anticipation at what Blake was going to think of his gift.
“Yes,” Blake said excitedly as he put down his fork and wiped his mouth on a napkin. “Show me this mystery present that you have been hiding away from me.” I stood and lifted his present from the table, I walked around and placed myself next to Blake as I handed him the gift.
“Happy birthday from the three of us, we love you.” I placed a quick kiss to Blake’s cheek before he began un wrapping the parcel.
“This looks interesting,” he said with a big smile on his face. As he removed the last piece of paper, it revealed a scrapbook that I had made for Blake from our first twelve months together.
I had almost hunted the entire state of New York to find the one that was most appropriate. When I decided on the idea of the scrapbook, I didn’t want to make one that only contained photographs, I needed one that could cater for actual items too that I had kept as mementos from special times that meant something to us both so the scrapbook needed to be boxed as well as paged.