by J B Heller
He smirked, “What are you doing, baby?”
“I need you,” I panted.
“You’ve got me, Angel.”
“You know, I heard that having sex can induce labour,” I said in a husky whisper.
“Did you now?” he teased.
I nodded eagerly, and start kissing him again.
Gabe lifted a brow, “Well, let’s test that theory shall we, Angel.”
When I woke up my stomach was tight, so tight it felt like stone. It pulled tighter and tighter until I cried out, “Aarghhh.”
I squeezed my eyes closed, grabbing hold of it with both hands and breathed through it, counting it out in my head. As it slowly began to ease off, I opened my eyes.
Gabe kneeled beside me, panic shining in his dark eyes, “Angel? Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Take my bag to the car then come back and help me out.”
He nodded once and climbed out of bed, throwing on clean clothes in seconds. He grabbed my prepacked hospital bag, came over to me, kissed me on the head and left the room. I wriggled to the edge of the bed and used my hands to push myself up to a sitting position. Once I was upright, I reached for the top draw of my bedside table. As I reach forward, another contraction ripped through me.
I grabbed hold of the table with both hands to stop myself from falling on my face. As the contraction became stronger, I slid off the edge of the bed, unable to hold myself there. That was when Gabe came rushing back in. He reached me in seconds, wrapped an arm around my back and waited for me to look at him.
When it was over, I let go of the side table and turned into Gabe’s arms. He held me for a moment then reached past me, opened my drawer and pulled out a nighty and some underwear. He helped me dress then carried me out to the car.
As he pulled the car out of the drive, it dawned on me that this was the beginning of a whole new chapter of our lives, a large smile spread across my face. I embraced the next contraction as it built in my lower back, spreading around my sides and pulling my stomach tight. I smiled through the pain.
EPILOGUE
Three weeks later…
“Shhh, baby girl. We don’t wanna wake mumma.”
I rocked both my girls in my arms while pacing my office. Ivy was in bed sleeping and I wanted her to stay that way. She hadn’t had much sleep the past few weeks. The girls had been on opposite routines. So while one was feeding the other was sleeping. I helped out where I could, but I didn’t have boobs. And that was all they seemed to want when they were awake.
Tessie let out another little squeal so I changed the way I was holding her. I laid her across my forearm so it pressed into her little belly. She let out the mother of all farts. “That’s, my girl. Let it out,” I crooned.
Tessie farted so loud it gave Gracie a fright; she jumped in her sleep and started to stir. Shit, I mean crap. I was trying real hard not to swear around them, it was a hard habit to break, but I was getting there. I continued pacing and singing softly to them.
Tessie’s little body went limp over my arm, I lifted her head a little so I could see her face; she was sleeping. Huh, amazing what a good fart could do. This was the first time they’d both been asleep at the same time. I wasn’t game enough to stop moving in case they woke up.
I kept pacing and singing until I heard the door creak open. I turned around to find a sleepy eyed Ivy watching me. Even with her hair all messed up, and big black bags under her eyes, she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
I turned so she could see each of the girls faces in turn, to show her that they were sleeping. She blew me kiss and I motioned her out of the room with my head then blew her a kiss in return.
She gave me a grateful yet weak smile before disappearing from the room.
The girls had been sleeping for ten minutes without stirring so I took them back into our room and gently placed them in their bassinet, side by side. They were both swaddled tight, so they wouldn’t wriggle around and wake each other.
My vocabulary had grown so much recently. Words like trimester, swaddle, colostrum and mastitis never meant anything to me before, but now, if it was remotely baby related, I was your man.
My life had made a complete turnaround. My days were now spent with the three most beautiful women on earth. There wasn’t much sleep, and there was no alone time with Ivy, but I wouldn’t change anything. My house now felt like a home. Filled with the ones I loved and cared most about in this world. My grandparents would be proud. Everything was just the way it should be.
I crawled into bed behind Ivy and spooned her. She snuggled back into me in her sleep. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. I fell asleep moments after my head hit the pillow.
Three weeks later…
My life was complete. I had the man of my dreams at my side and two gorgeous daughters. The girls were identical. Some days the only way I could tell them apart was by the little bangles they wore. Gabe bought them the day we came home from the hospital. One of the nurses suggested it, well something similar anyway. Gabe took it to the next level as he usually did.
Tessie, was of course named after my dear cousin who I thought about every day. She’d been my rock for so long. I didn’t know how I would have coped if not for Gabe and now our girls. Gracie, was named after my mother.
I sat there by their bassinet and watched them sleep while I thought about Tessa and my mother. They both would have been so proud of me, of how far I had come and the life Gabe and I were building together.
We’d decided to wait, until the girls could walk, to get married. We wanted them to be the flower girls; they’d walk me down the aisle. This was my family now, the only family I had. But it was more than enough for me. I had everything I needed. My heart was so full of love I felt like I could explode.
Kai still lived with us, I thought he would have moved out when we brought the girls home. What with all the late nights, crying and dirty nappies. But nope, not Kai, he was here to stay. I think he was having a hard time dealing with the loss of Tessa. They had grown close, and I think things were starting to develop between them. But he didn’t talk about it, whenever I tried to bring it up, he would shut me down.
In the afternoons, he took the girls for a walk in their stroller. He hadn’t missed a day since he’d started doing it two weeks ago. He even cooked dinner most nights. Without him, we wouldn’t have had a decent meal since we got home.
I was right where I was meant to be.
It wasn’t like what they thought… things with Tessa and me. But I’d never corrected them. That would mean explaining our connection and I had no intention of doing that. Not right now anyway. Gabe was more than my best friend, he was like a brother to me. His little brood were the only family I had.
And this time, I will protect it.
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J B Heller
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J B Heller is an average Aussie housewife with a wicked sexy imagination. She and her super sexy husband are the parents of three little minions.
She spends her days running around after her raucous children and jotting down stories in her flower embossed leather notebook (She is very particular about her stationary.). But the kids often run off with said stationary so she is forced to use her iPhone, iPad or whatever she can get her hands on (Darn kids!).
When the kids are taking their nap, nine times out of ten, J B can be found sitting at her computer typing a
s fast as she can, while she can, usually with her phone wedged between her shoulder and ear bouncing ideas off her sister.
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