Awakened

by Lacey Roberts

  “Any questions?” Dr. Moore asked.

  Linc spoke, “does she need a Specialist?”

  “One can be arranged if you wish or I can supervise the pregnancy and have one on standby when labor begins.” He perused the form Phoebe had filled in detailing her past history. There wasn’t much to read. “There doesn’t appear to be anything of concern in Phoebe’s past. What about you two?”

  “Nothing in my family. Everyone has always been very healthy including past generations,” Linc said.

  “Mine is the same,” Alistair added.

  “Then I don’t see a need but, as I said, if you would prefer one then that is your choice. Do you wish to know who the father is?” Dr. Moore asked.

  “No,” Phoebe shouted startling the men. All three spun toward her. “I want Alistair to be Daddy and Linc to be Dad. I want them to be equally involved, responsible. If they know who the father is, the other will always feel a little left out.” Phoebe turned to face the doctor. “I know my partners well enough to suspect, whoever is not the father would be reluctant to set boundaries, discipline, be one hundred percent involved. I don’t want that. In fact, it terrifies me. It could tear us apart.” Tears welled in her eyes.

  Linc moved to sit on the bed beside her. He pulled her against him and she buried her face into his chest, crying softly. Alistair moved to the other side and after a few minutes, pulled her gently to him.

  “The lady’s right, Dr. Moore,” Linc said.

  “Yes, I think she is. If there was anything in your past histories, I would strongly recommend the test. As there doesn’t appear to be anything of concern, I think we should honor the lady’s wishes. However, be aware, this child and other any children may want to know at a later date.”

  “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Alistair said.

  Dr. Moore nodded. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you in a month’s time. Please make an appointment with the receptionist.”

  “Thank you, doctor.” Phoebe said as her hands were clasped in each of her lovers’ and they escorted her out.

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  The trip from the doctor’s office back to the apartment was a blur for Phoebe. She rode in the back of Linc’s BMW, he drove and Alistair sat beside her hugging her closely.

  When the elevator doors to their apartment slid open, they stepped inside.

  Linc knocked the breath from Phoebe’s lungs when he grabbed her waist, lifted her into the air and spun in circles. He tasted her lips before setting her down. Before she could steady herself, Alistair had her in the air and was spinning her around. After setting her down and thoroughly kissing her, both men wrapped their hands about her waist and danced a jig.

  “Pregnant, we’re having a baby!” Linc hollered and whooped.

  When Alistair joined in she feared the security people would appear at the door demanding to know what the commotion was all about.

  “Sssssh,” Phoebe’s pleas for quiet went unheeded. “Linc, Alistair,” she shouted at the top of her lungs.

  They paused, “What,” they answered together.

  “The noise. Please, our neighbors will wonder what the hell is going on.”

  “You’re no fun,” Linc pouted.

  “Come and sit down. You must be tired.” Alistair said.

  They led her to the couch and pushed her down into the soft welcoming leather. Her legs were lifted and she was spun sideways. Alistair placed pillows under her feet while Linc stuffed pillows behind her back.

  Phoebe pushed them away and bounced onto her feet.

  The men stared at her, puzzled.

  She jammed her hands on her hips and pointing to the couch, shouted at them to sit. “No, no, no, no, no,” she began. “I have the paper from the doctor that clearly states, I can carry on normally. I WILL NOT,” she shouted for extra emphasis, “have you wrap me up in cotton wool. I love you both dearly for caring about us both so much but, no.”

  “But…” Linc snapped his mouth shut when Phoebe glared at him.

  “No!” she shouted.

  “If you can’t let me behave normally, if you won’t fuck me until I scream then, I….” she had to think for a minute. What could she threaten them with? Then it came to her, “I’ll move in with David or Tony.”

  “Okay,” Linc and Alistair answered rapidly.

  Good, the threat worked. First crisis averted. Now if I can get through the next six months without being pampered to death, I’ll be happy.

  Only time would tell if the two men she loved more than anything on earth, the men who had awakened her from the darkness of the past, would allow her some freedom.

  Chapter Nine

  Phoebe noted the huge box next to her desk. David and Tony had told her to expect a delivery. The box was plain brown cardboard. It showed no indication of what was contained within.

  She rummaged through her drawer and located her scissors. She sliced through the tape holding the flaps on the top of the box, together.

  There was another box inside! The outer box was enormous, the inner box not much smaller. How the hell am I going to get it out? Even if she hadn’t been seven months pregnant, she still wouldn’t have been able to lift it out. The suspense was driving her nuts.

  Then, an idea. She hurried to the kitchen and located a sharp knife. Grabbing it, she hurried back to her desk. She sliced away carefully at the outer box.

  It was a Classica Pram Bassinet, in pink! It was exactly the pram she had been saving for. Linc and Alistair had already purchased so much, she hadn’t wanted to ask them for such an extravagant pram. She had the money set aside and had been waiting to find out if the babe she carried was a boy or a girl. For a boy the pram would have been grey in color. They had only found out at the scan on the previous day that her child was a girl.

  Her ear piercing squeal of excitement brought David and Tony running.

  David took hold of Phoebe and spun her around to face him.

  Tony was busy dancing around, swearing and rubbing at his shin which had lost an argument with the corner of a desk.

  “What’s wrong? Is the baby coming? What can we do? Tony get the car. We’ll get you to the hospital.” David noticed Tony hadn’t yet moved. “Tony, get the damn car!”

  Phoebe laughed at her out of control boss. “Calm down, David.” Tony had finally reacted and was headed for the door. “Tony, stop.”

  The men froze and their eyes locked on hers.

  “I was excited about the pram,” she explained.

  “Jeez, Phoebe. You scared ten years off our lives. I thought you were having the baby here.” David relaxed with a wry grin.

  “I’m sorry but the pram is exactly the one I wanted.”

  Tony hobbled over to join them. Both men laughed before Tony spoke. “We know. You kinda talked about it a lot and we couldn’t help but notice the pictures all over your peg board.”

  Phoebe giggled. “I was waiting to find out what the baby was. How did you get it here so quickly?”

  “Linc called me yesterday after the scan. We had discussed it with him a couple of weeks ago. As soon as he told us the baby was a girl, we put in the order. They were holding a grey one and a pink one in stock until they heard from us.” David explained.

  Phoebe threw herself at David and kissed his cheek. When she stepped back, Tony’s arms were ready for her. She moved into them and kissed his cheek also.

  “I love you both so much. Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome, sweetheart. We love you too,” David said.

  “Will you please take it out of the box and help me put it together?”

  “Make the coffee and we’ll get started.” Tony kissed her forehead before he released her.

  She skipped off to the kitchen.

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  Phoebe was pushing the pram around the office when Linc and Alistair arrived to pick her up. They had been driving her to and from work for the past month. They insisted four blocks was now too far for h
er to walk. She reluctantly agreed. In truth, she enjoyed spending the extra time each day with them.

  The men sauntered up to her and kissed her cheeks simultaneously. They draped their arms around her back and examined the pram.

  “Isn’t is beautiful?” Phoebe gushed. She knew she was glowing with happiness.

  “Not as beautiful as our daughter will be, but fit for our Princess and our daughter.” Linc said.

  David and Tony had heard their voices and appeared from the direction of the conference room. “Linc, Alistair.” David held out his hand and the men shook. Tony then shook the hands of Phoebe’s men.

  “Eight weeks to go, huh.” Tony said to Linc and Alistair. “Excited?”

  “They are ridiculously so,” Phoebe answered as she hugged her lovers.

  They chatted for a few more minutes before Linc took charge and said it was time they went home.

  “I’m starving,” Alistair complained which caused laughter.

  “You’re always starving,” Phoebe stated.

  Phoebe placed her coat and purse in the pram. Thanked David and Tony again with a kiss and pushed the pram to the elevator.

  It was no time at all before the elevator doors to the penthouse whooshed open and Phoebe pushed the pram inside. She wheeled it into the nursery and placed it in a corner of the room.

  Alistair and Linc had helped her to clear out the downstairs guest room so she could turn it into a day nursery. The baby had a cradle upstairs in their room for the night. Now they knew the baby was a girl, Phoebe couldn’t wait to buy pretty pink, girly things.

  “The pram is the first pink thing for our baby,” Linc said as he again admired it.

  Phoebe was wrapped in their arms. “We can put up pink wallpaper now and pink curtains at the windows.” She spun in their arms. “Will you help me?”

  “Of course we will sweetheart.” Linc loved her enthusiasm and excitement.

  “Can we please have something to eat now?” Alistair pleaded.

  “I guess so.” Phoebe reluctantly left the nursery and the pram.

  Linc refused to allow her to cook. Again. “It’s been a long day for you, baby. Sit at the table and talk to me while I cook the steaks and make a salad.”

  “Yum,” Phoebe lowered herself into a chair at the table.

  Alistair set the table before joining her.

  Linc leaned against the sink sipping on his wine while the steaks started sizzling.

  “I want to talk to you both about something,” Phoebe started. “Now we know the baby is a girl, do you have any names picked for her?”

  “I have a couple I like. Natalie, Linda, but I don’t know. They don’t really ‘grab’ me,” Linc said.

  “I don’t have any names that I favor. It sounds like you might have one in mind,” Alistair said.

  “I do. I’ve been thinking about names for a while. I sorta hoped it would be a girl.” Phoebe paused.

  “And?” Linc asked.

  “Aline Rogers Bennett-Miller. Al for Alistair, Lin for Linc and the e from Phoebe. No middle name, all our surnames instead. What do you think?”

  The men exchanged looks. Phoebe noticed the moisture building in their eyes.

  “You don’t like it. You’re upset. It can be something else.” Phoebe lowered her head as tears welled in her eyes.

  Linc crossed the room, placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to him. Alistair had her hand held in his. “Baby, I love it.”

  “Honey, I’m speechless. It’s a beautiful name and so thoughtful,” Alistair croaked with emotion.

  Linc kissed her and turned to prepare their salad.

  “There’s something else,” Phoebe had their attention. “Will you promise me something?”

  “If I can,” Linc nodded.

  Alistair added, “me too.”

  “If anything happens to me, I want you to promise me you will raise Aline like we discussed. You won’t do the test to find out which of you is the father at least until she’s an adult.”

  “Nothing is going to happen to you, sweetheart. We won’t allow it.” Linc was firm.

  “But, if it does?” she insisted.

  “I promise,” the men said together.

  “Thank you.”

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  Linc massaged rose scented lotion into her swollen belly while Alistair coated her arms and legs. Every touch of their sensuous fingers heated her skin. She moaned with want.

  “Hmmm, you’re so beautiful when you’re pregnant,” Linc crooned.

  Phoebe responded cheekily, “So I’m not beautiful when I’m not pregnant?”

  Alistair laughed as his eyes met Lincs. “You walked straight into that one, darling.” He leaned forward, across Phoebe’s protruding tummy, wrapped his hand around the back of Linc’s head and kissed him passionately.

  Phoebe never tired of seeing them show their love for each other. She used their distraction with each other to lock her fists around their swollen cocks. They were both hard, skin soft. Satin coated steel. She slid her hands up and down the lengths as they continued to kiss. The men moaned into each other’s mouths. Her rhythm increased, they growled as they parted.

  Alistair plucked at her nipples. Linc slipped his fingers through her wet folds before locking onto her swollen, throbbing bud. Her hips jerked upward. Her nipples ached as they hardened.

  “Not fair,” she cried.

  “You started it.” Linc disengaged his engorged dick from her hand. Much more of her talented fingers and he would cum before he had the chance to bury himself into her welcoming ass.

  “Roll onto your side, Baby.” Linc helped her ease over.

  “Oooh, sandwich. Love it,” Phoebe smiled as she rolled into Alistair’s arms.

  “We won’t be able to do this for much longer,” Alistair reminded Phoebe before attempting to devour her lips and bury his tongue down her throat. Lifting her leg across his hip, he eased his hard, throbbing cock inside.

  At the same time, a sheathed Linc pushed through the lubricated muscles of her rosebud shaped ass ring. He buried himself deep.

  They all moved in unison.

  Hands roamed and caressed her body. Fingers teased and tormented her extra sensitive nipples, easing her upward.

  She arched her back and pushed back against Linc before pushing herself forward, hard into Alistair.

  Her pussy clenched, pulsed, squelched with the juices of her lust. She moaned with delight. So much stimulation.

  Alistair thrust, Linc pumped. It was too much. Phoebe screamed as she shattered into what seemed like a million pieces. Seconds later, both men joined her as they plunged over the edge.

  Hands clutched at each other as they flew through the heavens. Ever so slowly, they descended and lay quietly. Sated. The men’s hands rested on her bump. Aline gave such a hard kick it sent their hands into the air.

  They dissolved into laughter.

  CHAPTER TEN

  “Phoebe, push baby,” Linc said.

  Linc and Alistair stood at her sides holding her hands. Encouraging.

  “Come on, sweetheart. Just a bit more and then you can sleep.” Alistair squeezed her hand.

  Phoebe’s heart thumped in her chest, sweat poured from her. Fifteen hours of labor was taking its toll. “I’m tired. I want it out,” she cried as a nurse mopped her forehead.

  Dr. Moore was seated on a stool at the base of the bed monitoring her progress.

  Linc noticed Dr. Moore’s worried expression and his frown. He turned to the nurse who was assisting. “Nurse, page Dr. Chen please and ask Theatre to get ready for a caesarian.”

  “Who’s Dr. Chen?” Alistair asked.

  “He’s a Specialist,” Dr. Moore answered. His eyes never lifted from his patient.

  “Why, what’s wrong?” Linc’s worry was reflected in his voice.

  Phoebe’s stomach reared high in the air. She grunted and pushed down so hard her face turned beet red. Finally, her baby daughter slid from her worn
out body.

  “Your daughter has arrived, Phoebe.” Dr. Moore said as he plunged the syringe containing Oxytocin into her thigh.

  She smiled as Linc and Alistair joined hands and severed the cord.

  The nurse held out a towel, the baby was placed into it and whisked to the other side of the room to be cleaned and weighed.

  “Not long now, Phoebe. As soon as the placenta is delivered, we’ll let you sleep.” Linc and Alistair were focused on what the nurse was doing with their daughter. They didn’t notice the river of blood flowing from Phoebe or the look of worry on Dr. Moore’s face.

  A short, middle aged man entered the delivery suite. The door closed with a whoosh. “Dr. Moore,” he acknowledged as he sat on the stool beside his colleague.

  The nurse distracted Linc and Alistair. “Here’s your beautiful baby girl. She’s 7lbs 12ozs and 18inches long. The cleaned and swaddled baby was placed into Linc’s arms. Alistair wrapped his arm around his partner’s waist. They gazed down at their beautiful, dark haired daughter with intense adoration.

  Tears filled their eyes. Their child was a beauty and resembled her mother.

  Alistair placed his finger in Aline’s hand. The baby wrapped her tiny fist around it. Alistair melted.

  Their pleasure was short lived when they realized something was wrong.

  “Nurse get that blood down here now,” Dr. Chen barked. “And, is Theatre ready?”

  “Placenta Accreta?” Dr. Moore asked.

  The tension filled voices terrified Linc and Alistair. They moved closer to Phoebe’s bedside. Her face was deathly pale, her breathing shallow, her body almost lifeless.

  Linc’s heart slammed against his chest. “What the fuck is happening?” he demanded to know.

  “Shut up and stay out of the way, or leave. We have an emergency and I don’t have time to deal with you,” Dr. Chen growled.

  Alistair and Linc clung to each other.

  Alistair whispered, “there’s too much blood. It’s everywhere.”

  Dr. Moore and the nurse frantically mopped at the blood while Dr. Chen’s arm seemed to be buried deep inside Phoebe’s body.