“Cantone, look at me.”
I looked up at her and felt my heart melt the way it always does. “I’m looking.”
“I don’t even have a tummy yet, but you’re already making everyone crazy.” I looked out the windows like I was searching for something.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m trying to see whose house we’re at.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that if anyone doesn’t like what I’m doing, they’re always free to go, and no before you ask, that does not include you.
Why don’t you and that old lady knit a blanket or something, whatever happened with that?”
“We can’t knit all day everyday Brett. Sometimes you need to get out the house, get some fresh air, spread your wings.”
Again I looked out the window and she sighed.
“What’re you doing now?”
“There’s about five acres of land out there, all within the safety of the thick ass walls that surround this place. Take Gunther with you if you can’t wait ‘til I’m done here.
I grinned to myself when she too got up and flounced out of the room. My ass she’s going away for the night, I wouldn’t sleep a fucking wink. I hardly sleep as it is and she’s right next to me. No way.
I don’t care what anyone in this family says, it’s not abnormal for a man to want to keep on top of his pregnant wife every second of the day.
When I was trying to seed her, I wasn’t actually thinking about this part of things. I basically saw my dick going in, doing its thing, and then a little being that looked like the boys coming out.
Women talk a lot of shit about what it feels like to be pregnant. I’ll stick my neck out there and say they don’t know the half of it.
They’re not the ones who have to worry about what’s going on inside her body when you’re not there to watch over the two of them.
They don’t break out in a sweat because your whole life is walking around in a five three package that weighs maybe a hundred pounds.
They don’t sit around contemplating the fact that her womb is like the most precious thing in your world for the next however long the kid decides to stay in there.
That instead of one, you now worry for two, every time she’s out of your sight. Or how the thought of all the pain you keep hearing is awaiting her makes you wish you’d never touched her, until the next time you bury yourself inside her of course.
How do you let your most prized possession, the thing you hold most dear, out of your fucking sight, without going crazy?
Don’t get me started on the dangers that no one tells you about. The shit that has you afraid that she’d stub her fucking toe if you’re not there to hold her hand.
I know I’ve lost my shit I don’t need anyone to tell me. I just need them to let me get through the next six months in my own way.
Too bad I know that shit isn’t about to happen, just as I know I’m not going to breathe easy again in this lifetime. This love shit is a racket.
EPILOGUE
"Dmitri, Garrett, cut that shit out right now."
"Yes daddy." They chorused together, little hardheaded fucks. I've told them three times already about jumping off the top bunk of their beds.
Why the hell they each needed a bunk bed was beyond me, but their mother said some shit about sleepovers. All they did was use the shits to do stunts; then again that's the way they treat everything.
They’ve grown like tumbleweeds in the last few months and if you don’t keep an eye on them, they can destroy Abbottabad in ten minutes flat.
After peeping around the corner of their room door to assess the damage, I headed to the master suite and the other pain in my ass.
Shit has been shifting around here of late, and I’ve only just come to realize it. It happened when I woke up one morning and there was a new roundness to her tummy.
Yes, I am still into cataloguing my feelings about shit where she’s concerned, and I can still remember my every emotion at the discovery.
Joy, fear, crippling fear, love, reverence and a whole lot of fuck me what am I going to do now?
It’s not a good thing when a strong man gets brought to his knees. It’s especially fucked when your whole family, including your new father in law the badass cop, watches you like you’re out of your fucking mind.
I have a whole new respect for the men I see walking beside their blossoming wives. I know how it feels to be down in the trenches.
In fact I have met quite a few in our Lamaze class and the other five or so classes I made her sign up for, no matter how much she complains that she’s already done this blah-blah-blah.
We’ve formed a kind of support group, because as far as I can see, there’re hundreds of those shits for the females and none for men.
Like our contribution ends at fucking ejaculation! I mean to have my place in this pregnancy thing, do my part to make life as easy as possible for her, even though she complains that my hovering is doing the complete opposite.
I’ve even been training the boys to do their part. Gunther, forget about it. I don’t know how the fuck he knows, but he’s on her like white on rice whenever I’m not around.
I made it through morning sickness by the skin of my fucking teeth and never wish to go through that shit again.
The only good thing about it is that I was the one who actually felt it, she just skated by with a few little blips; but it was daddy over the fucking john every morning like a sap.
You can imagine the fun the men in my family had with that one. After that fuckery it was her cravings. It was hard to keep up with those shits, because as soon as you thought you had them figured out, she hit you with a new one at two o’clock in the damn morning when everything is closed.
"How you feeling baby? What are you grinning at?" she was relaxing back against a mountain of pillows just the way I like to see her.
"It's so cute the way they call you daddy, without us even prompting them to."
"I’m their father, what the fuck you want them to call me?" I was thrilled as fuck about that turn of events myself. I never really gave much thought to what they were going to call me as long as they were mine I was fine.
But I’ll never forget the day little Dmitri called me daddy for the first time. It had been so effortless, and he’d just gone about his business as though he hadn’t just rocked my world off its axis. It was just as I would’ve wanted it to be if I had a choice.
She rolled her eyes at me and rubbed her overly large tummy.
"Hey you in there, don't be like your dad and brothers, please have a little humility."
"Don't be telling my boys that shit." I straddled her and put my mouth to her stomach, speaking to my kids the way I've been doing since her fifth month.
"Hey boys this is daddy, you be good for your momma today, no aerobics against her ribs yeah." I kissed her tummy and eyed her thoughtfully after imparting some more words of wisdom to the young Cantones.
"Don't even think about it, you had some this morning, besides the hooligans are up and about."
"They're busy trying to kill themselves and each other." I eyed her tits as I stroked my hardening cock through my shorts.
“Brett no.” she laughed and tried to roll away from me but she wasn’t quick enough.
"I'll be quick."
"Brett."
"Ssh." I pulled her to the edge of the bed and pushed her dress up under her chin so I could suck on her sensitive nipples while I stroked it.
"Spread babe."
She opened her legs wider and I put two thick, long fingers in her pussy to get her juices flowing.
After a few strokes of my fingers in her heat with her nipple in my mouth, she was primed for it. “Cum on my hand baby.” I hit the clit and she went off.
Licking my fingers clean I lined up my cock and went in, my eyes closing in pleasure. I pulled her legs up high in the air and bent my knees so I could dig deep.
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nbsp; I smiled and looked deeply into her eyes as I slid all the way home, as I ran my hands over my two little ones in her belly.
Turns out multiples run in her family and she was some kind of phenomenon because she was having a second set.
I'd told her they were going to be even more amazed when I fucked another set in her three months after these two were born.
"Fuck, your pussy’s so fucking hot; clutch my dick baby, yeah just like that." Shit now I’m in trouble.
I felt my balls draw up as I got ready to shoot too soon, fuck, but lately that's the way it's been, as soon as I got inside her I lost it.
It was the kids in her womb, my kids my seed. That more than anything said I owned her, that this woman was mine, a part of me was growing inside her. The thought makes me lose my shit every time.
Reaching down between us I played with her clit.
"You love my cock don't you little girl?"
I found out quite by accident that dirty talk is one of her trigger; it works to send her over every time.
Leaning in, I bit her ear, before whispering to her as I stroked into her.
"Later, when the boys are asleep, I’m gonna eat your sweet pussy from behind would you like that?”
“Fucccccckkkkkk.”
Uh huh she went off like a firecracker; at least she didn’t scream it this time.
She was out like a light by the time I pulled out of her, which is just perfect. It’s the only time I ever get any real peace these days, when she’s asleep.
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Four Months Later
"Brett the kids."
"They're fine, they're watching Barney that'll give me half an hour at least to off load in you."
"But what if one of them come looking for us?"
I was busy herding her into our bedroom while she fretted.
"Then I'll just explain that daddy's giving mommy her medicine." It had been hours since I’d had her and I’m still on my bi-hourly feedings.
I laid her on the bed as gently as I could since she was roughly the size of one of grandpa’s prize horses. When she was comfortable on her side I put a pillow under her and climbed up between her legs.
"It's all your fault anyway, you know what the sight of your pregnant ass does to me." It’s true, instead of my lust burning out from too much contact it seemed to grow more and more.
I guess I’m lucky that she’s right there with me, that she’s always as hungry for me as I am for her. And those rare times when she’s not, I get almost as much pleasure from playing with her body, discovering all the newness since the last time I’d inspected her.
I teased her first, rubbing my cock over her clit and slit, chewing softly on her nipples, until she was begging to be fucked.
"Please Brett just put it in, stop torturing me." My dick was hard as fuck as I slid it into her at an angle. I stay out of her cervix these days because she’s really sensitive, but I get as far as I can inside her without hurting her.
“Damn feel them go.” I could feel the babies doing their exercise routine in her womb as I moved in and out of her. The love I felt for her in that moment could not be contained.
"Look at me, I love you sweetheart." She smiled and clenched around me as I fucked her nice and slow. No rough fucking for my girl while she was breeding.
“You stay in here and get some rest I’ve got the boys.” I looked back at her as she tried to catch her breath. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.
She was past the date they’d given her for delivery, since she wasn’t supposed to go full term with twins, especially not a second set.
She was close to thirty-four weeks and counting. “I can feel you staring, I’m fine go be with the boys.” I couldn’t resist going back for one more kiss, before fixing the sheet around her and leaving the room.
I knew it; from the minute I left her I knew, so when Gunther started barking seconds before she screamed I wasn’t too surprised.
I had to calm our boys before I could go to her, because that scream had scared even me.
“Okay baby I’m right here.” I helped her sit up on the side of the bed before going to the chair where we had her hospital clothes already laid out.
I was coolheaded, gave the boys instructions on how to hit the right button to get grandma and then grandpa.
There had been a lot of debate as to what we should do with the boys when this day came. Thankfully it was only seven in the evening and not the middle of the night like I’d been expecting.
In the end I wanted them there with us, the others were going to meet us there and when they had to come home later then mom would bring them back here.
My movements were methodical since I’d spent many hours going over this shit in my head. “Come baby.” Even my voice sounded calm and relaxed, like we were going on one of our many family outings.
I held her hand in mine all the way, while fielding questions from the boys who were very excited to finally meet their new playmates.
I made it through the signing in and the prepping, I was even congratulating myself. I couldn’t wait to tell the other dads to be what a cakewalk it all was after all the hype.
But then she was crying and screaming and nothing was being done about that shit. “Give her something you fucks.”
“It’s too late Mr. Cantone your wife chose to forego the Demerol and now she’s in the middle of labor it can’t be administered.”
“What the fuck...”
“Brett.” She squeezed my hand. “It’s okay just stay with me.” I don’t know how it happened, maybe I wished it, whatever the case, the next time that little machine announced a contraction, I ended up on my knees next to her bed with a burning tearing pain in my gut.
It was like the room went still including her and all eyes were on me. “What the fuck was that?”
“You’d better lay down Mr. Cantone.” I started to answer the doctor but another one of those things hit me out of nowhere and cut off my air.
She was laughing, unbelievable. “Baby.” They tried to get me to lie down but I wasn’t leaving her no matter what.
“I knew you would find a way Brett I just couldn’t figure out how.” I’m glad somebody was enjoying this shit. It felt like I had hot spikes boring holes in my gut.
I was man enough to make it through the birth of my sons, even though I felt like I would keel over any minute, I stood firm, wiped her brow, let her rip my arm out the fucking socket, and kept the nausea that was riding my ass hard, at bay.
Where I finally lost my shit is when the fucking asshole doctor that has been telling me for the last eight months or so that she has everything under control uttered the words ‘what do we have here?”
Who the fuck wants to hear that shit at a time like this? I was imagining all kinds of shit as I stood there with a kid in each arm, about to pass them off to their mother who was about to smile, before her face screwed up and she screamed like somebody gut punched her.
“What’s wrong with her, what the fuck did you do?”
“Calm down Mr. Cantone everything’s still okay here. It just appears that there’s another uh...”
“Another what? What’s going on?” I didn’t know what to do so I ended up placing the kids on the bed next to her so I could take her hand as she started pushing again.
I was trying to remember this part in all the books I’d read but kept coming up empty.
Laurie wasn’t talking, she was too busy screaming in between breaths and the fucking personnel were running around the room like we had an emergency.
“Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on.” I heard my family beyond the door, probably alerted by my yelling, and then everything happened at once.
Another little cry rent the air and my eyes flew right to ground zero where the all but fucking dead doctor was holding up a third bundle.
I lost all sense of self, time and place. There was a ringing in my ears and I was very close to passing the fuck out. I held firm though, u
ntil she said the words ‘ congratulations, you have a daughter’.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t holding the boys because no one was in time to break my fall when I landed.
THE END
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