by Ivy Wonders
Conan was the spitting image of me. I finally had my little doppelganger and couldn’t have been happier with how our son had turned out. He was my best bud and hoped he’d always be that to me.
Although only eight, Tabby was getting pretty headstrong already. She and Ky had argument after argument when it came to things like bedtimes and putting things away.
Ky had told the maids not to clean up the kids’ rooms every day. Just once a week they could clean up and do the linens, other than that, it was up to the children to keep their rooms clean. She said it would make them appreciate things more if they did some work.
Tabby argued that she’d always be rich and always have staff to take care of any home she ever lived in. And she wasn’t wrong. But she should know how to clean up after herself.
I played referee mostly between the two. Tabby noticed that I always took Ky’s side on things, backing her up. That had put a small rift between us. She thought I should take her side at least once in a while. The only thing wrong with that was that Tabby wasn’t ever on the right side of the disagreement.
The Vanderhaven in my daughter was starting to show a lot more than it ever had. I’d never counted on that happening. Ky had been her mother for a lot longer than Rachelle had. I thought Ky would rub off on Tabby, round out those blunt edges. I guessed I’d been wrong about that.
As I pulled up to the entrance of the garage, I saw a man standing outside of the roped off opening. He waved me on by, and I sighed heavily, knowing I’d have to park on the street and face my fears once again.
Running my hand over the scar on the back of my head, I vividly recalled the accident: the sound of an engine revving – the yellow flash that came toward me – the face of that actor who’d breathed life back into me.
Pulling up to a stop, parking by the curb three streets over, I held the steering wheel tightly. No matter how much therapy I’d had, the PTSD from the accident proved hard to control.
My palms began to sweat. My breathing became irregular. My head began to pound as if I’d been struck all over again. “It’s not real.”
Closing my eyes, I couldn’t stop the progression of events that occurred every single time this happened to me. The blackness surrounded my mind, taking me down and back to that time.
Then my cell rang, and I opened my eyes, making the memory fade away. Looking at the screen, I saw it was Ky. “Thank God you called, Baby.”
“Happy I could make your day,” Ky quipped. “And why are you thanking God that I called?”
“I was spiraling. It’s raining.” I took a deep breath to try to get my heart to stop pounding so hard that it hurt. “The parking garage is closed again.”
“You should’ve had Steven drive you, Alex.”
Ky didn’t understand it when I didn’t just get the driver to take me to work on days like this. Once again, I tried to make her see why I didn’t do that, “Ky, I don’t want to be dependent on anyone.”
“Well, that’s just silly, Alex,” her usual reply when I said such things. “He’s your driver, Honey. It’s his job to get you where you’re going. It doesn’t mean you’re dependent on him.”
But if I let him drive me around, I knew I’d stop driving altogether. I didn’t want to lose my independence and knew that would happen if I gave in to my fears. “I don’t expect you to understand, Ky.”
With a huff, she went on, “I’m calling to remind you to pick up the stuff from the cafeteria. Conan won’t stop bothering me about the freaking Jell-O. I can’t figure him out. Why does it have to be only the Jell-O from the cafeteria at the hospital? Why can’t Rudy make him some here?”
I knew why that was and kind of wondered why Ky didn’t. “Last year, Ky. When Conan had to get his tonsils taken out is why he has to have it from here.”
Silence met my ears, then she said, “Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten about that. I was busy with school when that happened.” More silence came then she added, “I’ve been busy with school a lot these last couple of years. Maybe too busy.”
Ky
Looking out my bedroom window, I watched the rain fall in sheets. Gray, dreary skies were all I’d see all day long, at least that’s what the weather forecaster had said on the morning news. Conan’s birthday would be the only bright thing on that day.
Running down the hallway, I heard the sounds of our children’s feet as Tabby shouted, “You better give that back, Coco.”
“No!” came his quick reply. “You gotta catch me first, Tay-Tay.”
I didn’t like the nicknames the kids had given each other. “Can we use proper names, guys?” I headed out to stop them from tearing the house down.
Getting ahead of the rogues, I stopped them, making Conan whine, “Aww, Mom. We’re just playing.”
Tabby grabbed the hairbrush out of her little brother’s hand. “Got it!” wagging her finger in his face, she reprimanded him, “You’re not supposed to take things that aren’t yours, Coco. What if I came into your room and took your toy train?”
“Better not!” Conan shouted then looked at me. “Mom, tell her that she better not bother my train set. Cause grandpa gave me that, and it’s special to me.”
“Well, you should stop taking her things if you don’t want her to take what’s yours.” I put my arm around Tabby’s shoulders as she nodded in agreement with me. It felt good to be on her side for a change. We’d gotten into butting heads more so than getting on the same side of most subjects.
“Thanks, Mom,” Tabby said with a smile. She waved her hairbrush through the air. “And this is special to me, Coco. It was my mother’s.”
I’d had no idea the hairbrush Tabby had used since I’d known her was that of her mother’s. “Tabby, why haven’t you ever told me that before?”
Shrugging, she looked up at me. “I don’t know. I guess because I didn’t think about it until Coco brought up why the train is special to him.”
Conan looked down at the floor. “Tay-Tay, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was special to ya. I was just teasing with you. I won’t take it again.”
Our son wasn’t a mean little boy. He cared a lot about his sister, and it made him sad any time he thought about how she’d lost her biological mother. I ran my hand over his dark hair. “How about we don’t take each other’s things to tease them, huh?”
He nodded. “It’s just that I’m excited and want my party already. I’m bored too. Can’t we do something fun while we wait for the party to start? And when’s Dad coming home with my strawberry Jell-O?”
“I just got off the phone with him. He’s not even at the hospital yet to get it.” I had no idea how long Alex would be that day. “It’s too rainy to go out today. Maybe we can do something here. How about we head to the home theater and see what we can find to watch? I think that new Jungle Book movie is out now.”
Tabby clapped and hopped up and down, making her blonde curls bounce around her shoulder. “Mowgli! Yeah, I want to see that one.”
Conan had no idea what we were talking about. “What’s a Mowgli?”
“A boy who was raised by wolves,” I told him as we headed down the stairs.
His ice-blue eyes went wide. “How did wolves raise a boy?”
“You’ll see.” I took his hand and Tabby’s as we went to the theater room.
I’d gotten too busy to do much with the kids in the last couple of years. My sights had been set on getting a teaching job, but now I thought I might want to wait a bit on that.
I’d made a promise to Tabby long ago that I’d try to give her a baby sister to spoil. I’d fallen down on that promise. Time had gotten away from me. But now that the memory of what I’d said I’d do had come up, I couldn’t shake the thoughts.
As we sat side by side, me in the middle of the kids, I looked at them both. One looked like her mother, the other like his father. No one looked like me. Alex got a great deal of joy out of seeing his look-alike son each day. Maybe I’d been missing out.
Maybe the time
had come for me to stop missing out.
Alex
After a tense day at work, I got home to find the guests had arrived. Coming into the kitchen, I gave Rudy the bowl of Jell-O. “Here’s Conan’s treat. I had to wait an extra thirty minutes for this stuff.”
“I told Ky that I could make it myself and pass it off as the stuff from the hospital, but she said he’d know.” Rudy laughed. “He can be so tenacious.”
“Yes, he can.” I went to the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. “Today was a rough one. I’m really not in the party mood.”
“Then you might not want to go into the sunroom where the guests are,” Rudy warned me. “It’s a madhouse in there. With those blow up jumping houses, those kids are crazy.”
“I bet.” I needed a hot shower and to finish that beer and maybe a few more before I dealt with all that. “I’m going upstairs. You can tell Ky where I am, but no one else.”
“Will do.” Rudy got back to work as I left the kitchen.
Meandering to the stairs, I could hear the noise once I’d gotten into the main living area. The sunroom was just a little ways away from it. I knew if I could hear it from there, it was very noisy inside. Even though it was Conan’s party, I wasn’t up for it yet.
As soon as I got into the bedroom, I began stripping away my damp clothes. The rain had gotten me when I went back to get into my car to go home. When I’d walked out of the hospital, it wasn’t raining. When I got one street away from my car, it poured, catching me off guard with no raincoat on.
Turning the shower on hot, I let the bathroom get steamy then got into the shower, allowing the hot water to pour over me. I didn’t see or hear anyone come in, but when a heart appeared on the glass shower door, I knew I’d been found.
The door opened and Ky, naked and smiling, came in to join me. “Need someone to wash your back?”
Smiling, I couldn’t help but be happy she’d come. “I could use a set of hands back there.” I handed her my soap then turned my back to her.
Her soft hands, lathered in soap, moved all over my back, massaging it. “Rudy told me you got a beer first thing when you got here. That told me you’d had a tough day.”
Looking at the wall as she continued to move her hands over my back, I nodded. “Yeah, it wasn’t the easiest. I stayed anxious about walking back to the car. It made me feel so damn stupid. I just want to know when I’ll get control over this.”
“With time,” she said then pulled me to turn around and face her. “I’ve been thinking a lot today.”
Her face glowed with the hot steam, and I couldn’t help but kiss her sweet lips as I ran my arms around her. “About what?”
The way her hazel eyes sparkled told me it was something she was genuinely interested in. “I want to try for another baby, Alex.”
A smile took over my lips, and I nodded, feeling excited about the new endeavor. “Then I want that too.”
“I thought you would.” She kissed me with passion, a passion I knew would last a while too. Making babies with Ky was a hell of a lot of fun.
The trouble of the day went away like magic, and my cock went hard for my wife who wanted to have another baby with me. I picked her up; she wrapped her legs around my waist as I slid her onto my hard cock.
Pulling her mouth off mine, we looked into each other’s eyes as I moved her up and down my shaft. She held onto my shoulders, her lips slightly parted. “I’m glad you’re on board with this so quickly.”
“Yeah, well when it comes to getting to make love to my wife more often, then it’s pretty easy to get hyped about it.” I kissed her again as I moved with her until her back was against the wall.
Grinding into her nice and deep, I bottomed out inside of her then felt her body clenching all around my erection. Gasping for air, Ky’s nails dug into my flesh. “Shit!” she moaned. “That snuck up on me.”
I never stopped moving, just kept giving her more and more as she writhed with ecstasy. “I’m gonna make you come over and over again before I let you have it.”
Burying her face in my neck, she kissed me, nipping me as she moaned, “God, I love you.”
Thrusting into her, each one a bit harder than the last, I let her know what I thought of her too, “I love you too, Baby. It’s gonna get cold for a second while I take you to our bed. When I come, I want that juice to get way up inside of you.”
She held onto me tightly as I left the shower to take her to the bed. When I laid her down on it, and our bodies parted, I saw her shivering. Not wanting her to feel the cold, I moved over her, pushing my hard cock back into her hot pussy that had become soaked with her own juices. The way she looked up at me as I moved inside of her made my heart pound. I knew she loved me. Even if she’d never told me the words, her eyes told me she truly loved me.
Pushing harder, I felt it welling up inside of me. “Oh, Baby, I’m about to fill you up.”
She wiggled underneath me, then arched her body up to make me slip inside a little deeper. It wasn’t deep enough for me, and I pulled both her legs up, holding her knees on each side of her head. Ky gripped my shoulders as I went at her hard and heavy. “Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me hard.”
My cock was about to explode into her. I’d never wanted anything more than to make another baby with her. “Tell me what you want, Ky.”
“I want to have your baby, Alex. I want you to fuck me hard until you’ve put a baby in my stomach. I want you to fill me with your hot seed.” She smiled. “And this time, try to make it a girl, will ya?”
“I’ll do my best.” Just as I was about to blow, I jerked my cock out of her and released myself all over her stomach.
The way she frowned made me smile as I tried to catch my breath. “What the hell, Alex? I thought you wanted to have another baby.”
The act of pulling out of her had been hard as hell. But I knew I had to do that. The fact I hadn’t caught my breath yet, made it impossible to explain things to her though.
When tears filled her eyes, I knew I’d made a mistake.
Ky
I felt blindsided by what Alex had done. Here I thought that he wanted to have a baby as much as I did and he’d yanked his cock out of me right at the pivotal point. “What the hell, Alex?”
He didn’t say a word, just panted as the baby juice ran off my stomach and down both my sides. There was enough come there to impregnate me three times over. And he’d wasted it.
Why?
The way he just looked at me as he panted made me think he was just screwing with me about wanting to have another baby. I couldn’t help it - the tears started falling without me meaning them too.
He let my legs go, and they fell on the bed as his lips pressed against my face, kissing the tears away. “No, Baby. Don’t cry.”
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me. “Why’d you do that?”
Pulling himself up, he looked down at me with a grin. A grin I had no idea of why he wore it. “When you said to try to make it a girl, I remembered something I’d talked about with a fertility doctor I met last year at the hospital. He’d come to check on one of his patients, and we’d met in the cafeteria.”
“I don’t understand.” I sniffled and wiped my eyes with my hands. “Why would a doctor like that tell you to pull out instead of putting that liquid gold where it would do the most good?”
“You said you want to try for a girl this time.” He knew he wasn’t communicating effectively and tried to start over. “Okay, listen. What he told me was that it is most often the first orgasm that produces boys. Most girls are produced by an orgasm following that one. So you get that first one out of the way, then you go at it again. The second, third, even fourth, and fifth times are more likely to produce females.”
Staring at him with a blank expression, I felt my mouth hanging open. “And you didn’t want to say something about that before you went and came all over my stomach and made me think you didn’t want to have a baby with me after all?”
“Where w
as the time, Babe?” He shrugged. “I was about to blow. I told you that. The words didn’t have time to form before it all came out.”
Pointing to my belly, covered in sperm, I asked, “Well, can we clean this up before we go at it again?”
Getting up, he went to get a hand towel, chuckling as he walked away. “Sorry about making you feel bad. I didn’t mean to.”
“Why haven’t you ever talked to me about what that doctor told you before?” I asked.
Alex came back, running the towel over my belly. “Man, I can’t wait to see you all round and adorable.”
I took his face between my hands to make him look at me. “So, why didn’t you tell me about this before, Alex?”
“You’ve been interested in other things,” he said, and he was right, I had been interested in getting my degree.
I sighed. “Have I really been that involved with getting my teaching degree that you thought I didn’t want to hear anything about having future kids?”
“I actually thought you might never want to have another baby,” he said. “And I’ve been fine with that. But now that you want another baby, I’m excited. So, can I ask you what your plan is now?”
“I’m going to put off getting a teaching job until this new baby is in school.” I chewed my lower lip as I went into deep thought. “I’m missing out on the kids. I didn’t even know Tabby has been using the same brush all these years because it once belonged to her mother. Maybe she and I have been butting heads so much because I’m just not as involved with her as I should be.”
“Maybe,” Alex smiled. “You’re a great mother. You always have been. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to do more than just being that. I think you could take a teaching job too, Ky. You just have to learn how to juggle family and work better is all.”
Looking at him with drooping eyes, I asked, “How do you do it, Alex? How do you have this thriving career and manage to fit all of us into your busy days? I just don’t know how to accomplish that.”