“Welcome home, my darling wife.” Joe opened the front door and I waddled inside.
My mouth fell open as I looked around, my hands cradling my lower back. The farm house I remembered was a fix-er-upper, but this home…my God this home was pristine. All the old furniture looked brand new. The wood shinned. The light fixtures were perfect.
“It’s so beautiful.”
“You’ll never want for anything.” Joe kissed my hand. “Food. Money. Posessions. We can have it all. I can give you everything you want.”
He kissed me. I closed my eyes and let the kiss linger, pulling him as close as I can. Both his hands cradle the size of my massive belly. It moves back and forth like it has a mind of it’s own.
Something deep inside me cramps and I moan.
“We better get you fed. Before things really start to advance. Make yourself comfortable in the sitting room and I’ll get some food.”
I watched him go and patted my belly. “He’s going to take care of us. You’ll see.” I cringed and rubbed in small circles. “You’ll see.”
Wasn’t like either of us had much of a choice.
*****
A fire raged in the fire place and beside us was an empty bottle of wine and long empty dinner dishes. Laying on my side, my belly rested along the bear skin rug and my breasts went free. Behind me, Joe rubbed my hips and kissed the nape of my neck.
My lips parted as my top leg bent back on top of him. Joe’s hands gripped my belly as he plunged his cock into my ass.
I cringed and threw my head back. My breath hurried and quick. It was like he was drilling in a fresh hole. The pain was so intense but the pleasure, it made my teeth quake together.
Joe’s breath was hot and erratic against my ear as he bit down, wiggling my flesh back and forth.
“Joe.” I whispered as his arms slipped around me and he cupped my breasts, squashing them against my chest. Milk flowed between his fingers.
Finished with me, he rolled me over and began suckling. I know somehow the milk gives him strength, power, even though I don’t understand. I don’t care. It’s so erotic and turns me on so much that I extend my arms overhead, drawing my nipples higher into the air.
He rubs down my body as he drinks. I prop my legs up and grip the bricks of the fireplace with my fingertips. My eyesbrows crinkle with a series of strong contraction. “I’m ready to push.” I moan.
“Not yet. They’re not strong enough yet.”
I lick my lips. I can’t imagine them much stronger. I lay there in silence as his open palms stroke my pussy and then up along my belly. Time ticks by and he lulls me to sleep. I wake with every new contraction, but my eyes fly open in a hurry as something in me pops.
When I look down, I see a growing puddle of water beneath my pussy. Joe snarls. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
****
Minutes turn into hours.
Daylight greets us, but our son is still inside me. But he’s getting closer to being born.
My body is slick with sweat. My belly shimmers as my body contourts on the bear skin run. My back arches, my head tips backwards and I scream in absolute pain like I am being punished for something.
Joe is between my legs, holding my feet up in the air. He pushes my knees toward me as I scream, pushing with all my might. I reach between my legs and grab him, forcing the push on further…and further…
Inside me my skin is tearing. Everything in me is going to rupture. I just know it.
“There you go, babe. I can see the head. I can see it.”
I flop backwards onto the rug. I’m so tired. I have no energy left. And he wants me to do this again? How many times?
I wanted to ignore the next contraction, but it hurts so much I don’t. I pushed up. My face contorting with pain. As the baby passed through me, I screamed and my body shivered.
I fell backwards. Chest heaving for air as the baby cried. I was so grateful it was okay. But I didn’t want to do it again. I didn’t want to have another baby.
Joe wrapped it in a blanket and my arms are shaking so bad he holds the baby to my breasts for me. “Good job, Helen. Good job.”
I smiled at the baby. The one I’m not sure I could love. And stroked his face. He was cute. And I did love him.
I turned to Joe and we shared a small, romantic kiss.
Years later
The mini-van was filled with kids ranging from ages ten all the way down to a year old. I drove to the local school. Tired and exhausted, I put the car into park. “Have a good day kids!”
They blew me kisses and I smiled at the six that ran off to school. I noticed another Mom stopping to say hi and I rolled down my window. I was a little embarrassed because I was still in my pink fluffy robe.
“Helena!” The woman smiled. “My goodness how do you do it? You look so tired?”
“It’s a labor of love.” I admit and rub my blossoming middle. With gestation so short, Helen was getting ready to pop.”
“What is it this time? You guys do know what causes that, right?”
Boy did she ever. Helen smiled sheepishly. “Twin girls. Any day now.”
“Well good luck to you. Have a nice day!”
Helen smiled and rolled up her window. She glanced back at the three kids in the back seat. “Just us guys, how about we go to the zoo today before daddy gets home from work?”
She started the van up and winced in pain. “Ooo.” Helen gripped her belly. “Well, it seems the twins have other ideas. A quick trip.” Helen promised and exhaled slowly. “A quick trip and we can have these babies by dinner time I bet.”
Helen would miss being pregnant. Maybe Joe wouldn’t mind if they got pregnant again right away this time. Maybe.
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