“The baby is fine. I want her on bed rest for the next few weeks to make sure he, she, or maybe even they, stay snug inside her. She’s in her first trimester and may not even know she’s pregnant.”
I stand there holding my children with my mouth hanging open. Fran takes Dev and Colleen takes Drak. I walk in a trance to the recovery room. I see my beautiful baby looking so little and lost in the bed all bruised. She is sleeping from the anesthetic. I lean down and kiss her forehead, it’s wet. I think she’s sweating from fever or something. I touch my face. I’m crying. I nearly lost her. I nearly lost my entire family. My choices were almost taken away. My hand lays on her stomach. She moans my name and her hand touches mine.
“I knew you’d come,” she barely whispers out, “I made the right choice when I chose you.” She drifts back to sleep holding my hand to her stomach. I sit and cry. I don’t move for the rest of the night.
Eighteen Months Later
“Hey baby where is everyone?”
“Angel and Fran have all the kids at their place,” I reply, “Deacon and Jackson are there too with their ladies. Lou and Susan should be there by now. I told Fran I would be having private time with my husband. So the babes will be home in the morning.”
Jackson is the marine that helped save me. Deep and the guys bought him into the business and helped him get started. He was there trying to start his life over. He was trained special Ops too. He had lost everything when he was in the service. Now he’s a multi-millionaire, thanks to Deep helping him invest, and running the security office in New York with Lou. Deep really likes him and he has shown himself true. They did investigate him first and found he was on the level.
Edward and Eugene, our second set of twins, who are identical, are now a year old and Drak and Dev are almost two. Fran and Angel have a son, Angel the third. He’s eleven months old. Fran and I just got back in shape. If I say so myself I don’t look like I have four babies. My body tightened up quickly after their birth. With the breast feeding and me working out with Deep the entire pregnancy it didn’t take long.
We moved backed to Baltimore. Deep and the guys bought a beautiful one hundred acre property and built six homes on it. All the women designed their homes the way they wanted. I designed Deacons’ according to his wishes for him. He’s still looking for that special lady. Deep and I collaborated on all we wanted in our home. It is large and spacious but comfy and cozy. We have eight bedrooms, eleven baths, game rooms for the adults and kids, media room, security room, two offices, a library, employee quarters, a work room for me, indoor/outdoor pool, and a hugh deck off the family room for family gatherings. Deep wanted to make sure we had a monstrous formal dining room and hugh eat in kitchen with a monumental size breakfast bar. He surprised me and bought the tire swing from my old home and hung it for the kids. He had taken it down and put it in storage way back when. Nothing but good memories associated with it. I want my children to know their heritage so we will travel to Ireland as much as possible. Deep says all the babies’ birthdays will be celebrated in Ireland. Their birth place. When they get older we will fly their friends there too. Over the top if I say so myself.
“Well I think I can take my wife to bed and enjoy the night.”
I giggle as he tosses me across his shoulder and takes me up the steps.
“Deep slow down. I have something to tell you.”
“Alright what is it? But you better hurry. I’m horny.”
I giggle again.
“You’re always horny,” I say laughing.
“Well yeah.”
“I have an offer to sell the jewelry store,” I continue, “I like what I do but I want to stay home with our kids. I would like to just do private pieces for exclusive clients. The jewelry stores have been more than successful but I’m missing too much of the babies growing up. I don’t want the Nannies raising our children. I want to be a hands on mom. Please say yes.”
“Baby your wish is my command. We won’t sell it but we’ll let others run it. I’ll move my people into the store and it’ll be a stepping stone for new designers to get their start. That way if you ever decide to go back or the babes show interest it’ll be there. Is that alright?”
“Yes,” I think for a second, “that’s a better idea.”
“Good, now can we get back to the business at hand?”
“I love you,” I reply with a giggle, “Now make love to me daddy.”
He lays me on the bed and slowly strips my clothes away. As his hands slowly slide down my body he leans forward and kisses me gently.
“Baby on your knees for Daddy. I want that pussy doggie style.”
I roll over and get on my knees. Deep slides his hand between my legs.
“My baby’s wet for her daddy.” He strokes me for a while. I grind back on his hand. I am soaking wet. He walks around to the other side of the bed.
“Make Daddy happy. Suck me till I say stop.”
I smile and pull him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head. I lick down the shaft slowly as I engulf him. I start a slow steady suck. I pull him deep into my throat. I suck and lick. I feel him tensing as I slide him out to the tip using my teeth gently. He has a deep intake and shudders. I slide him back in and lock on with suction. He explodes down my throat. I suck till he says stop. He leans down and kisses my back before turning me around. He slides into me and starts an onslaught. He is pounding into me and I love it. He holds my hips pulling me back to him with each pounding thrust. I feel my walls tighten around him. My stomach convulse and I explode screaming out his name as he explodes in me again. He sinks his teeth into my back, gently biting.
We collapse on the bed. Deep pulls out and kisses my behind before heading to the bathroom. He starts the shower and we take a quick one.
When we get back in bed he wraps me in his arms.
“Is daddy happy? I ask softly.
“Yes daddy is very happy. I love you baby,” he whispers in my ear.
“I love you too. Deep?”
“Yeah baby?”
“You did it again.”
“Did what again?
“In six months you’ll know. Goodnight.” I close my eyes smiling. I love all the choices I’ve made. Mom always said you are the choices you make. I must be damn good because I made the best ones.
I hear him say as I drift off:
“Huh?”
The End and Another Beginning………….
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