Madilyn Marks: Oh, poor baby. What kind of love do you have in mind?
Suddenly, my stomach tightens up and moves at the same time, as if a little earthquake is rumbling around inside me, and I place a hand on it.
Damn Braxton Hicks. They’ve been happening more frequently lately. I’ve read online it’s just my body preparing for labor. Dr. Morris says not to worry—it’s normal, and doesn’t mean the babies are going to come yet. But in my case, since I’m having twins, they will probably arrive earlier than normal and I should be on the lookout for increased Braxton Hicks that could be turning into contractions.
I make a mental note to call him in the morning. They’ve been happening more frequently. But they still don’t feel like actual labor yet— not that I know what that feels like.
Asher Marks: Look in your top desk drawer.
My husband is still up to his old tricks. I slide open the door and find a lacy bra, garter belt, straps and stockings. All of it is in black, and the there are openings for my nipples and vagina, just like the very first outfit he ever had me wear.
Oh, Asher. At first he was so ginger, afraid to hurt me or the babies. He’s still not actually rough but he’s realized that some frisky sex won’t hurt anything, and sometimes he becomes particularly daring. I guess that today is one of those times.
Madilyn Marks: This is how you want your pregnant wife to dress?
Asher Marks: We need to have our fun before the babies get here. Put that outfit on and come to my office.
Madilyn Marks: Yes, Boss.
My heart pounds as I change out of my skirt suit and into the lingerie.
The whole time, my Braxton Hicks get stronger, increasing in intensity.
This is it.
I can feel it in my body, in my heart.
I’m going to have one sex one more time with my husband while we are still childless. Then I’m going to have our babies. And I will be his wife, his employees, the mother of his babies, and the happiest woman alive.
All because I said “Yes, boss,” and meant it. Then, now and always.
Chapter 7 – Madilyn
I tiptoe to Asher’s office, wearing the outfit he instructed me to wear. It’s just like in the good old days.
When I get there, I decide to crawl on my hands and knees, like I used to do for him. It’s a lot harder now, with such a big belly, but I manage to do it.
“There’s my hot little employee,” he says, crossing the office to shut and lock the door. “Show me what you have for me.”
I sit up and undo the coverings of one side of my bra so that he can see my nipple.
“Wait,” he commands me. “Let me be the one to do that.”
“Yes, Boss.”
He bends over, uncovering my other nipple. At the same time, he unzips the fly on his suit pants and lets out his huge, hard cock.
“We’re still in front of my office door,” he tells me.
I know, and I don’t even care. It’s even hotter this way.
“Yes, Boss,” I say.
“I can take you any time, anywhere, can’t I?” he asks.
“Yes, Boss.”
He grabs ahold of my nipples and twists them. The feeling brings on a contraction that doesn’t feel the same as the Braxton Hicks contractions I’d been experiencing. I think this is a real one.
“Except you’d better hurry up,” I tell him. “Because I think these babies are getting restless.”
“Really?” he asks, looking down at me and smiling.
“Really.”
Dr. Morris had said that sex can help stimulate labor, and I guess he was right.
“It’s so hot that you’re having my babies,” he says. “And you still crawl to me and suck my cock.”
He sticks his cock in my mouth and I take it eagerly.
“You’ll let me do this whenever I want, won’t you?” He asks me.
“Yes, Boss. Always, Boss.”
He rams his cock into my mouth and I deep throat it. I lick up and down his shaft while I play with his balls. Then I suck on the head of his cock while I slide my hand up and down the long length of it, feeling its wide girth in between my fingers.
He holds my head and fucks my mouth until he groans and says, “Okay, I’m going to take you now.”
He helps me up, which gives me another contraction. I feel a strange sense of pleasure mixed with pain that I’ve never experienced, despite all the BDSM that he and I have done together.
Asher looks at my entire body, up and down, and obviously likes what he sees.
“You’re perfect with that big pregnant belly protruding out from under your bra. Now let me see that ass of yours that I love so much.”
“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, turning around and walking over to the desk.
I place my hands on it so that I’m slightly bent forward with my ass sticking up for him. He grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them.
“After you have my babies I’m going to tie you up and fuck you hard and fast,” he says. “I can’t wait. But I also can’t wait to fuck you right now in my office like the very first time I had sex with you and took your virginity. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, as he squeezes my ass one more time for good measure.
He undoes the covering over the front of the panties and then pulls the thong part in the side to the back. He holds onto my hips, as if savoring them.
Then he’s inside me, filling me up with his huge, raw cock.
“I love fucking you,” he says, as he pumps in and out of me.
I hold onto his desk and remember the first time he fucked me like this. I’m flooded with emotions and memories, and I want him to keep fucking me like this forever.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, as I hear him grunt from behind me.
He pulls me close to him while he says, “Madilyn, I’m coming too.”
I feel him pump his cum inside me and I begin to tremble, both from the pleasure of an orgasm as well as a contraction.
This is it, I realize.
This is the day that our babies will be born.
Chapter 8 – Madilyn
I sit down in Asher’s computer chair and take a deep breath. He beings to massage my shoulders, which feels good but it’s still hard to orientate myself. I tell myself I’m just recovering from hot sex, but I feel something else taking over my body. Something that feels a lot like labor.
“Oh my God,” I tell him.
“I know,” he says. “That was fucking great.”
“No, Asher. It’s not that.”
I look at him. But then the contraction is over. Perhaps I was just imagining it?
His office phone rings.
“What is it, then?” he asks. “You want to play secretary like you used to do for me?”
“Sure,” I tell him, realizing this is the last time I might be in the office for quite some time.
I’ve planned a maternity leave so I can stay home with the twins for a while after they’re born.
“Asher Marks’ office,” I answer, wondering who could be calling at nearly eight o’clock in the evening.
I wonder if it’s a new client and if I’ll get credit for bringing on new business before I temporarily leave the firm. Or if it’s another partner, calling to ask whether our babies have arrived yet or how the trial is going.
“Who is this?” asks a snappy yet familiar voice.
“This is Madilyn Marks, Asher’s wife,” I say, immediately feeling territorial and possessive. “Who is this?”
“Oh, Madilyn,” the voice says, in the midst of choking back a laugh. “I thought you would be, like, in labor or something by now. I can’t believe he has you working his phone while you really should be on bedrest or something, with those twins. But what do I know? I’m no doctor. Of course.”
Suddenly I know exactly who it is.
I look at Asher, wondering why she’s calling him. And as his face goes white, I realize that he doesn’t want me to kno
w.
“This is Janice,” the voice on the other end of the phone says.
“I know who it is,” I tell her. “What do you want?”
“I just want to tell Asher that his ex-wife is ready to deal.”
“I see.”
A contraction rips through me and I know that my next move needs to be to hang up on Janice and call Dr. Morris. Even though I might think that there are more pressing matters to attend to right now, these babies obviously think differently. They are ready to be born.
“You didn’t even know, did you?” Janice asks, and I can tell she’s grinning. “Mandy, Madilyn didn’t even know what’s been going on.”
I hear Mandy Calderon’s shrieking laughter in the background and I decide it’s time for Mean Mama Bear to come out. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m going to pretend I do.
I have some idea, since Asher’s been very hush hush about this case that he’s been in trial on. Certain things are starting to come together. I’m mad at him for not telling me but I can guess why he hasn’t.
It’s become obvious to me that sometimes men who are in love do stupid things. But for the sake of these babies, who are ready to enter the world, and the sake of my relationship with their father— or whatever might still be left after he explains to me what he’s been keeping from me and why— I am not going to let Asher do anything stupid.
“Of course I know what’s going on,” I say, raising my eyebrows at Asher. “And you can tell Asher’s ex wife that there will be no deal.”
“What?” Janice says, and now it’s my turn to grin at her shock, rather than the other way around. “But Asher said—”
“I know what Asher said,” I tell her, even though I have no clue. “He’s the boss, but in this situation, I’m in charge. And you can tell her there will be no deal.”
I hang up the phone but Asher’s mouth is still hanging open.
“What in the hell was that?” he asks.
“That’s an ironic question, coming from you,” I tell him. “But I’ll let you know what that was. That was a pregnant lady saving your ass, right before she has your babies.”
“What?” he asks, looking down at my stomach and then back up at my face.
I hunch over now, as another contraction hits me.
“You’re not mad at me? For keeping things from you?”
“I sure am,” I tell him. “And I expect you had your reasons, and I expect you’ll tell me as soon as I have these babies. But, it’s just about time to do that. Before the phone rang, I was going to tell you I need to call Dr. Morris.”
“Really?” he asks, completely dumbfounded.
“Really,” I tell him. “But now things have progressed to where I don’t even think I can do that. Please call Dr. Morris for me, and then help me get my clothes back on. There’s no way I want to deliver our babies wearing black BDSM lingerie.”
Chapter 9 – Asher
Waaaaaaaaah! cries one of my babies, as I try my best to hold her in my arms.
I never knew that such a little creature could have such big lungs. Her screams are loud and powerful, jolting me into wanting to do something, anything to help her— even though I don’t know what she needs.
Waah waah waah, cries my other baby, as Madilyn holds him to her breast.
His cries are softer but continue longer. Already I can tell them apart, even though they look nearly identical. In addition to their distinctive cries, one of them has a cowlick in his hair, while the other one has a small birthmark on her wrist.
Already I’m in love, even though they’re tiny, greedy, demanding things that I don’t yet understand. Nature takes over though, and I feel nothing but affection for my little newborn baby girl and boy.
Madilyn tries to get the baby on her breast but he flails around, crying even more.
I’m also overcome with affection for my strong and brave wife. I had no idea what it took to have a baby, and I knew deep down that she had it in her, but it was still an impressive sight to behold.
“Now what did the lactation nurse tell me about how to get them to latch?”
She throws her head back on the hospital bed.
“I don’t remember,” she answers herself. “I’m too exhausted. I can’t believe it took me so long to get them out.”
“You did great,” I tell her, wheeling my hospital chair over to the bed. “I know I couldn’t give birth to one baby and you gave birth to two. Women really are the stronger sex.”
“Well, I don’t feel like it right now,” she says. “I can’t even get little Remy to latch.”
I look down at our son who we decided to name Jeremiah— my grandfather’s name— and nickname Remy for short. His sister, we named Ashlyn, as a combination of both our names.
“It would be our celebrity couple name if we were the kind of lame people to do that,” Madilyn had joked, when we were discussing baby names. “But since we aren’t, we can name our kid that, right? If she’s a girl, I mean?”
“Of course,” I’d told her.
The name had stuck, just like her pregnancy— with both twins— had. The moms who wished her sticky baby dust on the pregnancy boards congratulated her from their cell phones now that our babies were born. Luckily, we had chosen a name for both a son and a daughter, because we ended up with both.
We hadn’t wanted to find out if we were having girls or boys, and yet we ended up with the perfect combination: one of each.
“Here,” I tell her, helping Remy to her breast the way that the lactation consultant had shown us earlier. I cup it in my hand to get it in the best position for him.
It amazes me that the same body I love to love is also the one that now nourishes our children. I never even knew that I wanted such a love, or that it was even possible. But every day with Madilyn has blown my mind and exceeded my wildest expectations, and this particular day— the birthday of our twins— is the best one yet.
“Thanks,” she says, laying her head back down as Remy nurses contentedly.
“Somehow, I actually got Ashlyn to fall asleep,” I tell her, as we both look down at the sleeping baby girl in my arms.
“Good, because I certainly don’t have a handle on tandem nursing yet,” Madilyn laughs.
“You’ll get there,” I tell her. “I’ll help you. We can do anything together.”
“About that…” she says, raising an eyebrow at me.
Shit.
She wants to talk about my ex-wife’s case. I start to protest that she needs her rest, but I recognize the look in her eyes so well that I know she won’t rest until she gets the whole story. She means business.
And now it’s time to give her what she wants. The whole story. Because she’s certainly given me what I want— the whole picket fence dream of marriage, house, kids. Everything I never knew I always wanted.
I look at our button-nosed babies and know I would do anything for their mom. Including telling her the story of how my ex-wife is still trying to fuck up everything about our lives.
Chapter 10 – Asher
“Look, I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you,” I tell Madilyn, looking deep into her pretty brown eyes and hoping she doesn’t hate me. “I just didn’t want you to be stressed. It wasn’t good for your pregnancy.”
“Okay, so I’m not pregnant anymore,” she says. “Thank goodness. I couldn’t bear being so swollen and sore all the time anymore. That’s one of the good things about being pregnant with twins, I guess—they usually come earlier. And I’m so glad our babies are here.”
She nuzzles Remy’s nose and I gaze at him, and then at Ashlyn. They are both so adorable and I hope I can make things right with their mother.
“So go ahead and tell me,” she says. “I can handle it.”
“It all started right before Katie and Damien’s wedding,” I tell her. “It’s why I was late leaving the office the night of our flight.”
“Way back then, huh?” she asks, shaking her head to show her disappoint
ment. But I can tell she’s trying to be understanding, and I appreciate it. “I knew you had to stay late for something at work but I didn’t know why.”
“Janice called me and said she had taken my ex-wife’s case,” I explain. “Of course, Janice would do that, gleefully. She still has sour grapes, even though I helped her exit with clients of her own to assist her fresh start.”
“What case of your ex-wife’s?” Madilyn asks.
“That’s exactly what I asked Janice,” I tell her. “What case? We’d been divorced for so long and had already settled everything. But they are bringing this trumped up request to re-open the case and allow her to get more money. It’s ridiculous.”
“Why?” Madilyn asks, incredulous.
I shake my head.
“I know she’s just jealous,” I tell her. “She heard through the grapevine that you were pregnant— with twins, no less, after how long she and I had tried. And she and Janice both know that the firm is making even more money now, thanks to Damien’s cases, and how hard Ron and Jameson Reed have been working on them, as well as me, and you, and Ruby and Katie of course. Everyone’s efforts have paid off so well, word was bound to get around.”
“But what kind of case could they possibly have?” Madilyn asks.
“That’s the stupid thing,” I tell her. “She’s saying that I sexually harassed former associates of mine, and came up with a theory that it somehow hampered my ability to focus and make more money at the firm, so that basically I shortchanged her during the years I paid alimony.”
She shakes her head, but then her legal mind kicks in, even in its post-partum daze.
“So her theory is that once you met me, you could concentrate more and make more money, and no longer had to pay her alimony because the time to do so was up. But while you were paying alimony, you were too busy chasing other girls to do make as much money as you could?”
“Yeah,” I tell her, amazed that she had figured it out so quickly.
But I shouldn’t be. I know she’s smart— which is a big part of why I chose her to be my pet and why I couldn’t help but fall in love with her. And she’s also been working on some of the case pleadings and had to have been wondering what kind of legal theories I was trying to defend.
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