Then Uncle Sal showed up, more like snuck in because he was keeping shit on the down low from his wife. His nephews ragged his ass and I got to see a less serious side to the older man.
“Now you can’t tell your aunt Teresa.”
“How you plan on getting it home when it’s done?”
“She don’t come into the garage so it’ll be fine. Unless one of you mooks talk.” From the look he gave them I’m pretty sure it was a given that they wouldn’t be doing that.
I ended up spending half the day me, and my guys, fucking around with them. I’ve always liked when people showed an interest in my shit. And they seemed genuinely intrigued.
“I’ll tell you what, we can open a shop back east and sell these things like hotcakes. Junior would be the man to talk to about something like that.”
“Yeah, and you’ll make more money too. If I know my brother he’d sell the shits for twice the price and make that shit work.”
“Are you guys serious?” I asked Tony and Carlo who were the ones pitching the idea.
“Yeah, why not? Make up a business proposal before we leave in a couple days.”
“You said it’ll take about a month and a half for our six since you have all this man power right. And with what you have here, I’m sure we could be up and running in no time. We just have to deal with that slow ass harbor you got here. I’d let uncle Sal handle that.”
Sal waved his unlit cigar as approval as he eyed the bikes like he thought they were toys. “I’m thinking boys. You think if I got Teresa a pink one she’d leave my nuts in place?” Even my guys laughed at that one.
By the time they left on Wednesday evening my life had been turned upside down. I learned that when these people say they’re gonna do something, they don’t fuck around.
By the end of the first day Junior had called me about the shop idea. He seems to be the most serious of the bunch, which made sense since he’s the heir to the throne.
It was amazing to watch my kids say goodbye to them all on the last day. We’d spent time with them in some way or another while they were here and it was plain to see that the kids had grown attached.
They even talked to their new cousins on Skype a time or two. Now my daughter was talking about styles and makeup because Junior’s oldest who is all of seven was into that shit and the two of them had bonded over ways to make their fathers crazy.
Life started to settle down in the next few days and I didn’t notice any changes in Olivia. Which left me to wonder how the hell she’d got so grounded?
She didn’t try to change my house, or get me to sell it for something bigger in a better neighborhood. None of the things I’d dealt with in the past. In fact, she was the same girl she’s always been.
She looked at her ring so much I was convinced she loved it and she was knee deep in wedding plans every spare second. It took me the whole of that time to come to terms with how good my life really was.
I’m not gonna lie. Knowing that if the market took a turn, or if for some reason people stopped wanting bikes that my wife and kids wouldn’t starve was a weight off my chest.
So instead of looking at her wealth as a hindrance, I begun to see it for what it was. A safety net. The only fly in my ointment was my ex and how she was going to react to my getting married.
By the time I dropped the kids off the following Sunday night, I’d made up my mind to tell her myself instead of her hearing it from the kids.
I’d gone back and forth in my head about whether or not to tell her, since I didn’t give a shit what she thought, but to be an adult, I figured it was the right thing to do.
She came to the door with red puffy eyes and nowhere near the bitch she usually is. She was reserved and too damn quiet and I noticed neither of her parents put in an appearance.
“Is everything okay?” I felt compelled to ask since I was leaving my kids here. She sent the kids inside and folded her arms as she stood in the doorway. When she finally looked at me I saw something like defeat in her eyes.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. You didn’t have to sic your woman’s family on me and mine.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Like you don’t know.” She rolled her eyes and looked away.
“No, I don’t.”
“Her dad paid mine a visit. Apparently we were warned about making things difficult for the little princess since you two are now getting hitched. It’s really unfair for people to use their money and position to browbeat others.”
You have got to be shitting me. Isn’t that what she and her family have been doing to me this whole fucking time? Or trying to anyway. I just shook my head and laughed as I walked away.
Back at the house I asked Olivia about it but she didn’t know about it either. Until she put in a call to her mother who filled her in. Apparently that Monday they were here her dad and uncle had paid a visit to my ex father in law and in no uncertain terms let him know what would happen if he tried any of his shit with their daughter and niece.
Not to perpetuate any stereotypes, but the gist of it was that his ‘little’ business would go belly up in no time if that shit was to happen. I guess in the end his money meant more to him than anything his daughter had going on and he had the good sense to back down.
“Wow, your folks don’t play huh.”
“Nope! Let that be a lesson to you. Just kidding, we’ll be fine. Our marriage is ours. I can promise you they’ll only get involved if you turn into a wife beating asshole. Everything else is ours to deal with.” For some reason I believed her.
Life went back to normal for the next couple of weeks, except for all the wedding talk and my mother being in my house way more often than she’s used to.
School was coming to an end soon and there was talk about all of us heading out east for a visit to see where the wedding and reception was going to be held.
My kids were happier and livelier than I’d seen them in months and my ex, well, I didn’t hardly see her. Even when I went to pick up the kids she stayed hidden for some reason.
I was sitting on the side of my bed pulling on my shit kickers, getting ready to leave out for the shop when Olivia came and stood in the door between the bedroom and bathroom.
“We’ve got a problem.”
“What is it? Is the sink busted again?” She walked over to me waving something in her hand. “Nope this.”
I knew as soon as she showed it to me that it was a pregnancy test. “How…” I wasn’t sure how I felt for the first second or two, but it wasn’t long before that happy jumpy feeling hit my gut.
“I thought you were on the pill?” I pulled her down on my lap because she looked like she was about to cry.
“I know, I’m sorry. Apparently the antibiotics I took while I was sick a few weeks ago messed with them and this is the result. I promise you I didn’t do this on purpose.”
“Hey, what’re you talking about? I never thought that, come ‘ere.” I pulled her in closer and wrapped my arms around her, letting her know that my mind hadn’t even gone there.
“Are you upset?” I didn’t even have to think about that shit.
“About having a little girl or boy that looks like you? What do you think?”
“But what are we gonna do? There’s no more space.”
“We can build on another room…”
‘That’ll work for the short term but I should warn you, I plan on having a lot of kids.” That shit made my dick hard.
“When you say a lot, how many are you thinking?” She shrugged her shoulders and then hit me with a whammy.
“I don’t know, maybe five or six.”
“Fuck baby. That’ll run us into seven or eight.”
“Yep, so…”
“Well, let me think about it. I mean, I’ve always thought I’d leave this one to Jason when the time comes so I definitely don’t want to sell. I guess we can rent it out.”
“Well then! I guess we have to go house shopping. And ple
ase, please, don’t get money involved. We…” She pointed to me, and then herself. “Have enough to afford something big and wonderful that would hold all of us.
That something wonderful turned out to be an eight-bedroom monstrosity in the best neighborhood in the county. I didn’t even know they built those shits here.
The kids went nuts when they saw it, and why wouldn’t they? The shit had a swimming pool and a backyard that was about four times the size of mine, or more.
I had a little tug of something when she talked me into opening a joint account where her numbers far outreached mine, but she was so blasé about the whole thing it didn’t last long.
I insisted on making the down payment, but that was before her father, who insisted that it be his and his wife’s wedding gift to us, overruled me.
Because it was in a small town the price tag was a little less than a million, but I knew the same thing anywhere else would’ve been five times that. She didn’t blink an eye at accepting and I guess I had to learn to take my cues from her on that shit.
I was more than a little surprised though when my name was first on the deed. “It’s a gift Rich, don’t overthink it.” Easy for her to say. But I learned as time went on that they were nothing like what I dealt with in the past.
We christened the new house, her and I, the day of the signing in our own special way. On the marble floor of the foyer because that’s as far as we got before the excitement became too much.
“Babe, I can’t fuck you on the floor anymore, the baby…” She wrapped her legs and arms around me and stroked my cock between us before leading it to her snatch.
“He’ll be fine, just do me.” I was careful with her no matter what she said. I kept my arms beneath her, keeping her back off the cold hard floor as I surged into her.
I realized as I fucked her that I’d never been this happy in my life. Suddenly it hit me that my child was inside her, a part of me. She wasn’t afraid of the baby getting hurt so it was a new experience for me, being inside my woman while my child was inside her.
It added something, a whole new element to our lovemaking. And though I was more careful than usual, though I went slow it was better than anything I’d ever felt before.
“I can’t wait to make those five or six babies with you.” She cried at my words and made my heart feel full and complete. I’d come full circle.
Epilogue
RICHARD
It’s D-day. Okay first of all, the wedding. She was about four and a half months and starting to show on our big day. Her pregnancy seemed to give her family an added excuse to go crazy.
The four hundred turned into five and my guys were in culture shock. I’ve never seen their mouths hanging open that much, and it takes a lot to get a rise out of them.
I’m thinking it was the grandeur of the reception hall or country club I should say, where the reception was held.
Or it could’ve been the envelopes stuffed with money that I was told was tradition. Not to mention the mountain of gifts that filled one room. Her father refused to give me a roundup number for the price tag of the whole shindig. It was none of my business he said.
These people, when they say family, they mean that shit. My kids were treated like royalty, my guys the men who worked and played with me, were flown in on the private jet and put up in a villa that belonged to somebody I’m not sure who, and spoiled rotten.
We stayed with her parents of course and I saw where she got the idea of an eight-bedroom house. The shit was even bigger than ours. Talk about opulence. Everything was marble or gold.
Her father has a ten-car garage, need I say more. And uncle Sal, he seemed to take it upon himself to make sure those stuffed envelopes didn’t hold chump change.
I had to threaten to tell his wife about the bike we’d snuck in for him when we arrived if he didn’t stop harassing the guests with his shit. “That’s low nephew. I see you’ve been taking lessons from the rest of these knuckleheads.”
If he was talking about my new brothers and cousins in law, he wasn’t too far off the mark. Within six weeks of our first meeting, I had a bike shop in Jersey.
Not only was I set, but my guys who had hung in there with me through the green times and the lean were finally standing on firm ground. That pleases me more than anything else.
Now there was talk of opening more stores in other places. That Junior is a businessman down to his toes.
The reception had been a loud, boisterous mess but I’d never seen so many happy people in one place. With this bunch as long as you were accepted by one, it seems they all took that shit for granted and just opened their arms.
I had more bike orders by the end of the night than I knew what to do with. Until my mother in law threatened to scalp the next one who brought up business on her daughter’s big day.
My father in law who’d had few conversations with me took the opportunity to let me know what he’d do to me if I fucked with his kid, or his grandkids, which seemed to include my first two. If that was the face he showed Melissa’s dad no wonder they were running scared.
That was about five months ago. Since then we’d settled into a routine in our new home, with her finishing up her last semester and getting big as a barge with her pregnancy.
Now she was looking at me with wide frightened eyes because she finally realized that to have this kid she had to go through labor. Women!
“Rich, I can’t.” I didn’t laugh when she got back into bed and pulled the covers over her head, announcing that she wasn’t doing the whole labor thing.
“If I could do it for you baby I would, but I can’t. Now let’s go, the doctor’s already waiting at the hospital.” Along with her family and mine who’d gotten the call fifteen minutes ago.
They’d come into town the day before, which had been her original due date. They refused to stay at the house which they claimed might be too stressful for her even though we begged. Though they’d stayed until the early morning before heading back to the inn.
“Come on baby, let’s go meet our little one.” We didn’t know what we were having though she insists it’s a boy. Me, all I wanted was healthy.
I pulled her up out the bed and held her until she calmed down. The kids were with their mother this week and I wasn’t sure about calling them even though I knew they wanted to be there for the birth.
I know how I am about her encroaching on my time, so imagine my surprise when I reached the hospital and saw them there. Mom explained that she’d called and told Melissa what was going on and she’d agreed to let them come.
Her new mellow mood could have something to do with the fact that she’d met someone else and was moving on with her life. Thank fuck because Olivia had threatened to put her lights out if she messed with me, or the kids.
After all the fuss she made, labor lasted three hours and at the end we were both in shock. Twins, one of each and the whole place was in a panic. We’d only prepared the nursery for one.
The next few days while I took care of her and our kids, my mother and hers took care of getting another one of everything.
Her mom and mine took up residence in my house while the others headed back east, to help out with the baby. I never knew kids needed that much shit. The nursery was wall-to-wall gifts.
Little Justin and Amalia, (she purposely chose the names with the same first initials as their siblings) were going to be just as spoilt as their brother and sister if I didn’t keep an eye on that shit.
She took to motherhood like a natural, but it was a group effort. The kids were very hands-on with their siblings and my mother because she was made to feel welcomed, got to be a grandma from beginning to end.
OLIVIA
The kids just turned three months and their christening ceremony is coming up. That’s not the problem! It’s what my crazy family has planned that has me worried.
Poor Rich has been taking things in stride when it comes to our wealth and I’ve done everything I can, not to roc
k the boat since I know it was a leftover hang-up from his first marriage.
It had taken a while for him to decompress from the wedding, and the birth. But I’m afraid the christening just might put him over the edge.
I knew just how to get his mind off of it though. Since the babies were born he’s got this new fascination with my milky tits. I can distract him with those for sure.
That evening I had the kids fed and put to bed by the time he walked through the door. I knew my ploy was gonna work when his eyes lit up at the lingerie I met him at the door wearing.
“Ooh baby, my hands are dirty. I had to stop and fix the bike on the way home.” I grabbed his hands and put them around me, smashing my tits into his chest.
“I don’t care, I want you to get me dirty. Dinner’s in the warmer but I can’t wait. I’ve been missing you all day.” I licked his neck and felt his cock jump against the junction of my thighs.
He lifted me with his hands beneath my ass and kicked off his shoes on the way to the bedroom upstairs. “The kids asleep?”
“Uh-huh! You can say goodnight later.” As soon as he put me down in our room I attacked his belt and got him out of his clothes. His cock was in my mouth seconds later and he was making all the right noises.
I laughed happily when he picked me up and threw me on the bed, spreading my legs open before burying his head between my thighs and attacking my pussy with his tongue.
I soon forgot about manipulating him with sex when he took me under. “Oh dam Rich, you’re making my tits leak.” He pulled his tongue from my snatch and licked his way up my chest, sucking my tit into his warm mouth.
I sighed with pleasure and held his head as she slipped into my waiting heat. It never gets old, this having him inside me.
I felt my body heat up even more when he drew my milk into his mouth and sucked hard for more. His cock felt so good inside me, especially since I was taking him easier since the births.
“I’m ovulating Rich!” I felt his body tense just before he started pounding into me. I knew there wasn’t much of a chance of me getting pregnant since I was breastfeeding, but I know my man. I know how he gets off on the thought of breeding me.
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