“How long will that take?”
“We’ll have to see, sweetheart. It will be a few weeks most likely. Maybe two to three weeks before your due date. It all depends on them.”
“These tubes,” she says with trembling lips.
“They’ll be gone as soon as they can eat and breathe on their own. About six weeks.”
“Six weeks?” Her shoulders sag.
“It will be fine. I promise. You can pump for them to still receive your breast milk. They can have it through the IV.”
She looks up at me with so much confidence in my words. “Okay.”
“Let’s get them some music. I’ve been working with playing music for my preemies. They react to different sounds and frequencies to heal and get stronger faster. It’s one of the studies I’ve been working on,” I say.
“My brilliant husband,” she smiles.
“My amazing wife. Love you.”
Chapter 35
Gifts of a Prince
Omid
I ordered these gifts for Divine the moment she reentered my life. When I found out that she was pregnant I doubled the order and paid a ridiculous amount of money to have them both ready at the same time. I had planned to give her both at the baby shower here in California.
I rub my hands together as I wait for Divine to come out of the house. We’re on our way to pick our twins up to bring them home. It’s been seven weeks. Dr. Nobi has cleared them both to be released from the hospital.
I’m vibrating with excitement. The babies, Divine’s gifts, I’m brimming with joy and anticipation. The twins have been making improvements with each day. Firuz is seven pounds now and Fairuza is seven pounds and five ounces.
“Omid, babe, I’m ready. I’m just trying to get this email out,” Divine says as she comes out of the front door looking down at the device in her hand.
My lips turn up at the sight of her. She looks amazing in a pair of black high waisted pants and a blue blouse. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a topknot showing off that gorgeous face. She’s as sexy as ever.
When I don’t respond she looks up at me standing in the driveway. Standing between a Bentley, Continental GT and a Bentley, Mulsanne. Both custom blue and black cars to match her Gossip logo. The iridescence of the paint causing them to shine and sparkle in the sunlight.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, her mouth falling open. “His and her cars, Omid?”
“No, both belong to you. A late wedding gift and a push gift. I’ve been waiting for them to come in since I ordered both custom.”
“For me,” she whispers.
I hold my arms open for her to come to me. She moves forward into my embrace. I hold her tightly and kiss the top of her head.
I grin down at her when Navid turns on the music on queue. With two babies in the house, I don’t know when we’ll get to have a small moment like this again. I hold her in my arms and start to dance with her in the driveway of our home.
“Both for you. It’s the least I can offer to thank you for being my wife and the mother of my beautiful children.”
She looks up at me through wet lashes. “Just when I think I couldn’t love you more you go and do something that makes me fall in love with you all over again.”
I kiss her lips and savor her. I love this woman so much it aches to be away from her. The passion I have for her knows no bounds.
We sway to the music as we get lost in each other. This is one of those moments I want to last forever. If I could capture it and put it on display, I would in a heartbeat. Like a snow globe of our most precious moments.
“I have to give you cars more often,” I say when I break the kiss and pull my tongue from her sucking mouth.
“It’s not the cars. Those are amazing and beautiful gifts, but it’s this. There may not be any stars, but the dancing. It’s what you promised. Us always remembering this. We’re bringing our little babies home. I’m terrified and overwhelmed but you just managed to take that all away.”
“It’s my job to be anything and everything you need.”
“I have something you need to be,” she gives me a sheepish grin.
“Oh, I’m giving you a few more days rest. You’ve been at the hospital every day for seven weeks. After you get some rest, I’m attending to business.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she sings and licks her lips.
I laugh and slap her ass. I go to tell her to experience her new cars before we leave but her phone buzzes. She looks down at it and sadness covers her face.
“What’s wrong?”
She lifts her shoulders then lets them fall heavily. “It’s Marica. I promised her we’d do this baby thing together but it’s like she’s pushing me away. I don’t know what to do.”
“Marica has a lot on her plate. I’m sure it’s nothing personal.”
“I just don’t want her doing this alone and the more I try to help the more she tells me she’s fine.”
“She has help. Actually, I think they’re helping each other. Give it time. I think she’s still figuring things out for herself. The accident was unexpected and changed a lot in her life. She knows you’re here for her,” I reassure her.
“Speaking of which. What’s all that about? What’s going on with them?”
“Not my business.”
She purses her lips at me. I peck her nose. I learned a long time ago that you have to let adults find their own way. I’m not about to start meddling in anyone’s business. I have a home of my own to run.
“You know more than you’re saying.”
“I know I’m going to the hospital to pick up my son and daughter. My wife can come with me if she likes,” I croon and start for the car Navid placed the car seats in.
Divine grumbles to herself as she follows me. I open her door and kiss her cheek before she gets in. She rolls her eyes but I know she won’t be mad for long.
Divine can never stay mad at me more than a few seconds. When I get into the driver’s side, I reach for her hand and lace our fingers together. She looks at me, her face still a little pinched.
I give her a crooked smile. “Let’s go get our prince and princess.”
Her entire face lights up. She gives my hands a squeeze. Just as I thought, her anger has melted away.
“Let’s go get our future.”
* * *
Divine
They’re finally home. I can’t believe it. I look down at them on the changing table kicking they’re little legs, smiles on their little faces. It blows my mind how big they’ve gotten and how far they’ve come in just a few weeks. From being so tiny, I was afraid to touch them, to being two healthy little babies.
“I need to check what I’m eating. You two are tearing it up. Phew. Little stinky butts,” I coo.
They both blow bubbles at me. So stinking cute. Heads full of dark hair and cute little cheeks. Their eye and skin color are a mystery still. They have a dark grey eyes so far, the shell of their ears are colored a deep brown leaving me guessing that they’ll take more after me.
I snicker as the thought crosses my mind. My in-laws aren’t going to be happy with that. Well, with the exception of Sassa. She loves the twins to pieces.
My mother has been to the hospital as much as she can as well. Things have been a little tense but I’d never keep her from her grandchildren.
“Girl, that man bought you two cars?” I turn to find my mother standing in the nursery doorway.
“I was just thinking about you.”
She gives me a side glance. “It better be good things.”
I give her a smile. It’s good to hear the teasing in her voice. “Just thinking of how much I wished you were here,” I say to keep a light mood.
“I had a time finding this place at first. I can’t believe it’s the first time I’m coming here.”
“About that. Is Daddy okay with it?”
She frowns. “At this point, I don’t give a damn. I’m not missing out on anymore of your li
fe or these babies’ lives. Clive is going to have to work through his own demons. I’m not losing my baby because he’s set on being bullheaded.”
Her words are like a balm to my heart. She moves closer, placing a hand on my back. “I’m proud of you. Your husband is so happy. He speaks of you like a goddess that just granted him his greatest wish.”
“I love him. He’s not the man Daddy thinks he is.”
She brushes a hand over my hair. “I know, honey. I have eyes. Sassa is sweet. I like her.”
“She is.”
“Look at you two,” she coos at the babies as I finish up getting them into their new diapers. “Do you need any help? Omid just had to rush out to the hospital.”
I groan. This is going to be a challenge. He can’t take any more time. With the babies coming earlier and so much going on at the practice, it’s just not possible. I understand, but I know it’s going to be taxing. Sassa offered to help out when Omid started to talk about hiring a nanny.
I reach for my phone and sure enough he texted me that he had to get to the hospital ASAP. I think of how he took care of me and pray he gets there for the baby and mother that need him. I put the phone down and pick Firuz up as he starts to cry.
“I’m going to put them down for a nap if I can. They’ve been fed and changed,” I say.
“No problem,” she sings as she picks up her granddaughter. “I just love the smell of fresh babies.”
“You should’ve arrived a few seconds earlier. These two can stink the place up fast.” I snicker.
“Sounds like a little girl I used to know.”
I stick my tongue out. We work to get both babies settled in silence. When both are in the crib and the monitor is turned on we tiptoe out of the room.
“You hungry?” I ask as we walk toward the kitchen.
“I could eat something.”
Once in the kitchen, I make us both a little salad and sandwiches to go with it. I laugh to myself when my mother finds her way into my refrigerator retrieving lemons to make lemonade. Omid is going to love that. My mom makes the best lemonade in the world.
I know the moment she’s going to dig into the uncomfortable topic of my dad. I shift in my seat and pick at my salad. I wish there was a way to avoid this.
“I love your father, but he’s been through a lot that has jaded him on so many things in the world. Your grandmother was Muslim before she married your grandfather. Her first husband abused her and from what I’ve heard the religion.
“Later your grandmother married your grandfather and your dad grew up hearing how Islam was the devil. He was taught everything negative there is to think about it,” she starts.
I go to interrupt, but she holds up her hand for me to let her finish. I nod. She continues, her features taking on deep sorrow.
“Despite all of that your auntie Lorrain decided to follow the practices of Islam and married a Muslim man. He already had two wives he brought over from Egypt. To me, he was a nice man. I think a mixture of your aunt’s upbringing and her lack of understanding what she signed up for were the problem.
“She didn’t get along with the other wives and his family wasn’t that welcoming either. She was a younger black girl and they were Arabic.
“She became severely depressed. She had a mental break and spent some time in a treatment center. Her husband divorced her,” she pauses and purses her lips.
“Again, to me he was doing the right thing by her. Setting her free. He truly did care for her. To your father and Uncle, well, they saw things differently. It drove a bitter conviction home.
“Your Grandfather harped on having respect for women, being a man to your wife. Your aunt never truly recovered from all of it and your father blamed the religion and her husband,” she says as I pick at my food.
“But why blow up at me and act like this?”
“Divine, you’re your father’s baby. He’s so proud of you. You could get away with anything you want and that man would turn a blind eye but to watch you suffer like his sister did… that would kill him. All he heard when you brought that man home was Islam and wives. Case closed. That’s not something he could swallow.”
“But that’s not the case.”
“I know that, honey. I pray every night that he’ll wake up and see it too. I know he will. Omid is such a sweet man. Do you know he’s been calling me? When your ass got all stubborn, he took it upon himself to pull me to the side to exchange numbers.
“We were throwing you a baby shower the night you returned from New York, but you went into labor.” She smiles, reaching to pat my hand.
I sit with all she just said. I can see my father being upset when she puts it that way. It all starts to fall into place. His years of fussing about Islam. His reaction to Omid. I think I get it now.
It doesn’t excuse the behavior but it gives me context for it. My dad loves his siblings. I can see why this would leave a sore spot. My aunt has always been a little odd to me. Now I understand.
“What should I do?”
“Give your father time. He misses you something awful. You should’ve seen the pout on his face when he found out the babies were coming home.
“It’s killing him more not to be a part of your life. He’s going to cave soon. I’ve walked in on him going through your baby albums a few times,” she snickers. “Stubborn ass man. I’m working on him, Divine. Just give it a little more time.”
I blow out a breath. My dad is a tough nut to crack when he’s set in his way. It’s why I haven’t tried to force Omid on him. I know that for now it will only make things worse. Like throwing fuel on a flame.
I’m not trying to cause a war. I just want to get through to him. “Okay. Mommy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I’m sorry. I should’ve been—”
“You’re your father’s child. Both stubborn as hell. I’ve chalked this one up to that big ass head you got from your daddy.”
My mouth pops open. “No, you didn’t.”
“I sure did,” she laughs. “I love you, child.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
Chapter 36
Happy in Love
Omid
“Omid,” she gasps as I lick her inner thigh.
It’s 3:00 in the morning. I haven’t seen my wife in hours. I know she needs these few hours of rest before the twins wake demanding food and a diaper change but I’m being selfish.
“I love you,” I murmur against her skin.
I move to her core now that she’s fully awake. I’ll never grow tired of the scent, sight, and taste of her pussy. My mouth waters. I’ve wanted this for weeks. I keep my attention on her clit with my tongue. My thumb teasing her folds.
She bows her back off the bed, twisting from side. I grasp her thighs and pin her down. I start to feast on her pussy lips. Flattening my tongue to her clit, I apply the right amount of pressure to send her juices rushing.
I reach for her center again and find her nice and slick for me. Pushing two fingers inside her, I start to kiss my way up the center of her body. I pause at her torso to kiss and lick her smooth skin.
I already miss the twins living inside her. We’ll have to do something about that. I glide my hand up her sides as I suck a patch of skin into my mouth.
She plants a foot into the mattress and lifts her hips into me. “Please.”
I slap her ass. “It’s coming. Don’t rush me. I know exactly how I want this pussy, you wait for it.”
She glares at me and I stare back at her. Dragging my tongue to her nipple, I end the evil looks she’s sending me. I suck her nipple into my mouth and pull hard. Her milk squirts into my mouth, I growl.
She feeds my children with these lush breasts. Her gorgeous body housed the two most precious people in my life besides her. Not able to ignore the call of her pussy any longer, I line up with her entrance and slide into her warmth.
“Yes,” she pants. “God, yes.”
“Damn, I miss this,” I groa
n.
I rock into her slowly, letting my heavy cock drag in and out of her heat nice and slow. Planting one hand by her head, I use the other to grasp her ass. It’s all I can do to ground myself. My feet dig into the mattress. Her juices soak me as I drive deeper.
It’s so good, I have to clench my teeth to force my climax back. She claws down my back, rocking her hips up to meet mine. When she starts to slow whine her hips, I throw my head back.
“Fuck,” I bite out.
Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I push her legs back into her chest. Looking down our bodies at where we’re connected, I switch angles and thrust into her. I pull out and rock through her folds, dragging across her nub.
“Omid, please,” she gasps.
I turn her onto her stomach, straddling her hips. Grasping one ass cheek, I slide into her from behind. I have her pinned down to the bed as I start to pound into her.
“Shit, this pussy is so good. Quiet, Divine. You wake the babies this ends,” I grunt. She continues to cry out. “I said be quiet and take this fucking dick.”
She grabs the sheets and turns her head to bury the sound of her cries. She starts to punch the bed as I roll and rock into her. I flatten my chest to her back and lean into her ear.
“You miss that cock? You want this cum inside you?” I lick her ear. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she gasps as she lifts her head.
“Yes. Yes, you miss this cock? Or yes, you’re ready to take my cum inside this hot pussy?”
“Both. I miss you so much.”
I slide a hand between the bed and her body, reaching for her button. I play her body like a master. Her walls tightening around me call for my seed. It’s not going to end so fast. I’m too starved.
I pull out and go back to teasing her sweet pussy with my tongue. Lifting her ass in the air, I torture us both. Three hard slaps to her ass have her crying out into the bed. I move to thrust back into her, placing a thumb at her puckered hole.
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