Their Virgin Nanny

by SC Daiko

  Eleri replies for me. “He’s my baby’s father.”

  The nurse smiles. “Come with us, then, and hopefully the doctor will set both your minds at ease.” She eyes the phone in my hand and frowns. “You’ll need to turn that off in here.”

  I switch it to voicemail.

  In a curtained-off area, the nurse helps Eleri remove her coat and get onto an examination table. “Have you seen a doctor about your pregnancy?”

  Eleri shakes her head. “I only did the test today, so, no… not yet.”

  I hold her trembling hand while the emergency doctor gently feels her tummy and the nurse takes her blood pressure.

  “Are you in any pain?”

  Eleri shakes her head. “No.”

  “One in five pregnancies end in miscarriage in the first three months, I’m afraid, my dear. Therefore, we don’t treat them as medical emergencies. The fact you aren’t in pain and the bleeding seems to have stopped is a positive sign. But you can’t be sure until you are at least twelve weeks pregnant.”

  Eleri and I look at each other, and dread clouds her beautiful hazel eyes. I bend and kiss the lone tear running down her soft cheek. “Try not to worry.”

  “I can’t help it,” she whispers.

  “Make an appointment with your GP for a check-up and scan,” the doctor says in a sympathetic tone. “In the meantime, go home and rest.” She hands Eleri a leaflet. “This fact sheet explains about miscarriage, and there’s a twenty-four-hour contact number to call if you bleed heavily or the pain is unmanageable.”

  “Thank you, doctor,” I say, helping Eleri into the wheelchair again. “I’m gonna take good care of my girl, do everything I can so she and the baby will pull through this.”

  “That’s good to know,” the doctor smiles. She’s probably heard all this before. One in five pregnancies? Jesus Christ! But this is Sharon’s fault. She’s caused this, the bitch. I pull out my phone and check my voice mail. Gabe has left a message. Fuck!

  GABE

  I’VE BEEN WAITING in the driveway outside Sharon’s block of flats in Wandsworth for nearly an hour. I just left a message with Luke to tell him there’s no one here and I’m about to call the police. I want him to phone me asap to let me know how Eleri is. I’m so bloody torn between my terror for the boys and concern for her and the baby.

  I couldn’t help a frisson of happiness when I heard she’s pregnant, swiftly followed by gut-wrenching worry that she could miscarry, all underscored by a sinking feeling in my stomach because of Sharon. Damn her! What the hell was she playing at?

  I lift my finger to tap 999 into my phone, but a car pulls up and Sharon’s husband, John, emerges. He’s in his mid-thirties, an insurance rep who travels a lot. I’ve only met him a couple of times… when he signed over parental rights to Matty and Jack.

  “Hello, Gabe,” he says in a bright voice. “Can I help you?”

  Quickly, I explain. His mouth falls open and he stares at me. “I had no idea my wife was visiting the boys. When I agreed to her acting as your surrogate, I stressed that she must have no further contact with the babies once she’d handed them over.”

  I stare at him in disbelief. “But she told us you’d agreed to it. I took her at her word.”

  He wipes a hand over his forehead and gives me a despairing look. “I’m afraid she’s lied to you. To be honest, I’ve been rather worried about her recently. She hasn’t been herself since having Jack.” He pauses, glances around. “She’s not at home, you say?”

  “No,” I fight to keep calm. “Any idea where she could be?”

  “At her sister Fiona’s, I expect.” He pulls out his phone and checks for messages. “Yep. Just as I thought. There’s a voicemail from Fiona. I always turn off my devices when driving.” He listens to the recording, and nods. “Yep. Sharon is there. Totally hysterical, apparently. We’ll need to handle her with kid gloves. Fiona thinks she isn’t well.”

  “Did she say anything about my sons?” I hear the anxiety in my voice.

  “I’ll call her now. I’m sure they’re fine.”

  He gets through immediately, asks about Matty and Jack, and, thank God, reassures me right away. “They’ve had something to eat and are asking when they can go home.”

  I call Luke and tell him the news. “I’m heading over to Sharon’s sister’s now. How’s Eleri?” There’s a pain in my chest I’m so frigging worried about her.

  “She’ll be relieved to hear the boys are safe,” he says before telling me they’re on their way home. My heart pangs when he fills me in on what happened at the hospital. Bugger, she could still lose the baby.

  I have a brief word with Eleri, telling her not to worry. Easier said than done, I know, especially when I’m so frigging worried myself. I sign off saying I’ll see her soon, and then get on with the task at hand.

  John explains that Fiona lives around the corner; we set off on foot to another block of flats and go up to the second floor. Sharon’s sister looks so like her they could be twins… the same highlighted bonde hair, the same well-built frame. I thank her for looking after the boys and she leads me into her sitting room. Matty and Jack are watching a Toy Story DVD with Sharon’s daughters. The boys jump to their feet when they see me. “Papa! Can we go home?”

  “In a minute. I want a word with Sharon first.”

  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” her sister says in a shrill tone, clutching at her hands. “She was practically incoherent when she got here. I couldn’t make head nor tail of what she was on about. She’s having a lie down in my bedroom.”

  “It won’t take long,” I say, firmly.

  John is at my heels. “I’ll come with you.”

  We find Sharon lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She turns to look at us as we approach. John sits down next to her and reaches for her hand. “How are you feeling, love?”

  “Don’t you dare touch me,” she shrieks, curling her body away from him. “This is all your fault. If you’d let me have more kids, I wouldn’t have offered myself to Gabe and Luke. Wouldn’t have put myself through the trauma of giving up my babies. Wouldn’t have had a hysterectomy because Jack’s was such a difficult delivery my womb ruptured.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, shocked beyond measure. “I thought you’d had a caesarean, and that’s why you said you didn’t want to have any more children for us.”

  “Okay, so I lied. But that little slut has cheated me,” Sharon spits. “She’s giving you another baby when I can’t.” She pulls at her hair and starts to laugh hysterically. “There I was, thinking you were gay. I even used a turkey baster when you could have fucked me.”

  “That’s enough filth,” John growls. “I’m going to call a doctor, Sharon. You clearly need help.”

  “I needed help long ago, but you were too wrapped in your job to notice. Too focused on saving for a rainy day to give me my own sons. Too selfish to care about what I was going through.”

  John reaches for her hand again, and this time she lets him hold it. “I do care, my love,” he says.

  She huffs. “You’ve got a fine way of showing it.”

  I see a couple in need of relationship counselling, but it’s not my position to suggest it. “Seek medical help, Sharon,” I say, “and, when you’re better, I’m sure John will agree to you seeing the boys on the weekends when Gabe and I are home.”

  “Yes, love,” he adds. “If that’s what will make you happy.”

  She huffs again and turns to face the wall.

  He leaves the room with me. “I’ll call for a doctor,” he sighs. “I should have insisted she saw one before now. I knew something was wrong, but I swept it under the carpet.”

  I furrow my brows. “Eleri expressed her concerns a couple of times, but Luke and I thought she was exaggerating.” I pause and decide to give voice to my thoughts. “Maybe you and Sharon should both see a counsellor so you can talk through your issues?”

  He gives me a startled look. “What issues?”
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  “Sharon’s hysterectomy has affected her, almost certainly, but she was visiting Matty in secret before that. So, yes, I think you have communication issues.”

  He appears thoughtful for a moment. “You’re probably right. I’ll consider it.”

  “Good.”

  The boys run up to me when I step back into the sitting room. They wrap their arms around my legs. I ruffle their hair, and then bend to lift them. “Daddy is waiting at home to help me give you your baths.”

  “And a story?” Matty asks.

  “That too,” I chuckle.

  “Where Leleri?” Jack’s pronunciation of her name makes me smile.

  I gaze down at him. “She’s with Daddy,” I say.

  I can’t wait to hold her in my arms.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  LUKE

  I HELP ELERI up to her bedroom. “Can I fetch you something to eat, babe?”

  “Thanks, but I’m not hungry. In any case, I have some snacks up there should I need them. I’m really tired.” She stares at me, unblinking. “If you don’t mind, I’ll have an early night in my own bed.”

  “I’m sure Gabe will wanna see you when he gets home. Is it okay if I send him up?”

  “Of course,” she smiles. “I’ll wait for him.”

  I kiss her sweet lips before returning downstairs; I can hear Gabe and the boys on the front steps.

  The door opens and Matty bounces into the hallway. “Daddy,” he squeals excitedly, “we had hamburgers for supper, and we watched Toy Story.”

  “They’ve had quite an adventure,” Gabe says, pecking me on the cheek. He’s carrying Jack, who’s rubbing his eyes with tiredness. “How’s Eleri?”

  “Shattered,” I say. “But she wants to see you. I’ll start the boys’ bath.”

  Matty and Jack love their bath-times. They play and splash happily while I keep an eye on them, and Gabe goes up to the loft to see our girl. I wish I could be in two places at once.

  A short time later, he’s back and Eleri is with him.

  Fuck, is she okay?

  Her smile reassures me. “I just wanted to wish the boys goodnight.”

  “Leleri,” Jack squeals, holding up his rubber duck for inspection.

  Matty shoots her an accusing look. “Why didn’t you come to Sharon’s?”

  “I had to go out for a wee bit,” she explains. “I’m sorry.”

  He nods. “Okay.”

  “See you in the morning,” she says softly. “Be good, both of you.” Her gaze swivels to Gabe and me. “And you,” she winks.

  I wink back at her, glad her mood has lightened a little. Stress does terrible things to our bodies, I know, and she needs to be calm for the baby’s sake. “Goodnight, babe, sleep well.”

  AFTER WE’VE BATHED the boys, I read Matty Green Eggs and Ham while Gabe gives Jack his bottle. Thank fuck, they’re both sleepy and there are no protests when we tuck them up under their duvets.

  In the kitchen, Gabe and I stand and stare at each other, suddenly without words. Gabe uncorks a bottle of red and pours us both a generous glass while I whip up some eggs to make omelettes.

  I wish he’d open up more, tell me how he’s feeling. “If Eleri loses the baby it will be like being given a gift and having it snatched away before we can open it,” I groan.

  He smiles a hollow smile. “You do know we’ll have no rights to the child, don’t you?” He’s using his lawyer voice. “As an unmarried mother, she’ll have sole custody. It will depend on her if she wants us in her baby’s life or not.”

  My stomach clenches. “She’d never deny us that. It’s not in her nature.” And I’m sure it isn’t. Our sweet little girl would never do that to us, would she? Fuck, I fucking hope not.

  “Tell me about Sharon,” I ask to change the subject. We’ll talk about Eleri later, when the time is right.

  I listen open-mouthed while he recounts what happened at her sister’s flat. “Sharon’s seriously ill, I think,” he says. “I wish we’d taken Eleri’s intuitions about her more seriously.”

  “I wish she’d told us about the hysterectomy. That must have been devastating for her.”

  Gabe swirls the wine in his glass. “Losing the ability to have more children when she really loves being pregnant must have tipped her over the edge, poor lady.”

  “But she should never have done what she did to Eleri, no matter how sick she is.”

  “The green-eyed monster of jealousy combined with an unstable mind,” he says. He sips from his glass. “Let’s hope she gets the right treatment. And she and John sort out their issues.””

  “Yeah.” I think for a moment. “Would you be able to take some time off work, Gabe? I mean, Eleri should take it easy for a few days. I’d offer, but I have an urgent deadline for the shots I’m working on. The film will be released in the New Year.”

  He smiles. “Absolutely. I have paid leave due, and there’s nothing I can’t put on hold for a week. It’s the least I can do.”

  God, he’s so fucking formal sometimes. Why doesn’t he come right out and say it? Say that he loves her. I knock back the rest of my wine. “Let’s have supper and then go to bed,” I grunt. I’ll fuck the admission out of him. Gabe always lets his defences down and shows his emotions when we’re making love. My stiff upper lip aristocrat will reveal his true colours then; he’ll show his feelings, I know he will. And we always fuck when we’ve had an upset; it’s our way of easing the tension.

  LATER, IN BED, Gabe wraps his arms around me, slicking his tongue over mine and pulling me close. “What a day it’s been, eh?”

  “Sure has.” I smooth my hand down his neck and cup his ripped pecs, breathing in his warm spicy scent. “Seems weird not to have our little girl with us.”

  “You’ll have to make do with me, tiger. Although I do agree with you. It feels very strange without her.”

  Tell me, Gabe. Tell me what you really feel.

  I slide my hands lower. “You’re so fucking hard. Are you thinking of her only two floors above us?”

  He groans, and his cock twitches in my hand. But he doesn’t say anything.

  I wriggle down the bed until I’m between his legs. Stretching my mouth wide, I take the head of his dick into my mouth, no messing about, no teasing; I swallow him down to the back of my throat.

  “God, that feels good,” he groans.

  My tongue hugs his length, and I swallow… the action tugging at his tip.

  “Ah, yes,” he gasps, fisting my hair. “More.”

  I swallow again, and he lets out a deep moan. I hold still, then pull back until I’ve lifted myself off him. I slip my hands under his buttocks and grip his asscheeks, then go back down, sucking him in, full depth.

  I bob my head and create as much suction as I can. He lifts his ass and pushes into my mouth. I grip his powerful thighs as he pumps his hips forwards and backwards, again and again and again.

  “Coming,” he warns, gripping my head and thrusting in deep, shooting his load down the back of my throat. So fucking much of it. A final spurt and he’s done. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I lift my mouth off him with a pop.

  He grins and runs his fingers through my hair. “Do you want me to return the favour?”

  “Nah,” I shake my head, “I’ve got other plans for you. Roll over, loverboy. On your hands and knees. My dick needs your ass.”

  And I’m gonna fuck you until your barriers come down.

  I grab his cheeks and pull them apart. “Keep still.”

  “Get inside me,” he says gruffly.

  I reach for the lube on the nightstand, coat my finger and run it down his cleft. I find the centre of his hole, and push in. “Open up for me.”

  Open your heart, Gabe.

  He rocks his hips from side to side, pushing back on my finger. I add another digit and find his pleasure spot, rubbing it and stroking him into a frenzy. I’m so fucking hard for him it hurts; I spread my fingers wide, scissoring them and stretc
hing his hole.

  “Do it,” he moans. “Bloody fuck me.”

  I pull out my fingers and grip Gabe’s hips, then push my cock slowly into him.

  “Bloody fuck me,” Gabe repeats. “Fuck this nightmare of a day we’ve just had out of me. Fuck me as if our darling girl was here with us. Fuck me as if you were fucking her.”

  I smirk to myself. She loves to watch us fuck. Gets herself off while we do it. I close my eyes and imagine her watching as I tunnel to full depth… fast and hard until my balls bash up against Gabe’s; he lets out a hiss. I pull back and slam in again, keeping him where I want him. I thrust in and out, smoothing over his spot, and he moans. He’s hard again, I know he is, but I’m gonna blow before him.

  I come like a bastard, my cock pulsing, filling Gabe’s ass with my spunk. I feel him clench his muscles and milk my shaft.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “Fucking awesome.”

  I withdraw slowly, my brow hot and my heart racing. I flop back onto the bed. Gabe leans over me and presses a kiss to my lips. “Love you so much.”

  “Love you too, Gabe.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to say the words, and I love Eleri. Fuck, I fucking love that girl. Can’t say it, though. Not just yet. Not until I know he’s ready to admit it himself.

  I run my hand up his chest. He grabs my finger and sucks on it. “Come here, lover,” I groan.

  He doesn’t need asking twice. He slips into my embrace, settles his face by my neck and breaths in my sex-sweat smell.

  “I need your dick inside me,” I tell him.

  “It would be a bloody pleasure,” he angles his head and grins.

  He comes down on top of me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head. Our cocks press together, and my balls tingle with horniness. I part my lips and he kisses me, his tongue dominating mine. “I’m going to fuck you now, tiger,” he says, breaking the kiss.

  “Do it.”

  He unpins my wrists and sits back on his haunches, between my legs. I reach for the lube, discarded on the sheet next to me, and pass it to him.

  He hooks his hands beneath my thighs, and spreads my legs wide. I curl forward and take my cock in my hand to slowly work my shaft. “Mmm,” I moan, closing my eyes and thinking of our girl.