by Jaxon, Andi
I know I sound like a child, but I can’t help it. “Congratulations man, I’m really happy for you and Katie. I gotta head to chow and then get my internet time. I have a Skype date with the girls before the next op, who knows when I’ll get another one.”
He pats my shoulder in understanding. “I hear ya brother, stop stressing. The girls love you. The rest will follow when the time is right.”
“I know, but we both know I’m not the most patient person.” With that, I exit the tent and head to the chow hall not feeling as hungry as I was before.
* * *
“How’s it hanging, Wuggles.” I can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous nicknames Avery comes up with off the top of her head.
“Damn, I fucking miss you.”
“Aww, don’t go getting all soft on us. Where’s our big bad Navy SEAL who is kicking ass and taking names?” Amber’s smiling face fills the screen next to Avery.
A faint line of freckles is starting to cover her face, it must be getting warm. They said they were going to head to the beach a lot once it got warmer and not mention their freckles, although I think they’re adorable.
“So what have my girls been up to? Staying out of trouble I hope.”
I know even before I ask this question the answer is no, but I ask anyway.
“Why do you ask stupid questions? Of course, we’re staying out of trouble, causing trouble, well that is a whole different animal,” Avery says with a giggle.
“For once we haven’t gone looking for the trouble. Trouble found us in the form of LT’s baby sister Emma,” Amber chimes in.
“Shut your mouth bitch! Emma doesn’t need her big brother coming home to rain pain on whatever motherfucker decided to use her face as a punching bag.”
“What the hell are you two going on about? Who is beating on LT’s baby sister?” I try to keep my anger in check as I pry information out of them but it’s getting harder by the minute.
“The short story, Jimmy calls us to bring some clothes to his place for Emma. Apparently, she called him for some help, before you ask I don’t know why she called him or what happened, but I’m working on it,” Avery says with a serious look on her face.
“When we got there, Emma looked like she went ten rounds with Hollyfield. She could barely move around. I think Katie damn near had a heart attack!” Amber adds as she rests her head on Avery’s shoulder, seeking comfort anyway she can.
“Fuck, I have to tell LT.”
“No, fucker, you don’t! And so help you if you do, you and your hand will be the best of friends for a good while after you come home.”
Amber sits up, shocked at Avery’s response. “You wouldn’t last.”
“Try me, this is none of our business. Besides, Emma asked us for help and we are going to give it to her. That did not involve running to tell her big brother that she fucked up her life.”
“Fair enough, but you better not get yourselves hurt or I’m on the first transport back home.”
“Oh, that’s all we have to do to get you to come home? Amber go throw yourself down the stairs,” Avery says while pointing toward the front door.
“Me!?! Why do I have to do it? You want him home so bad, you do it!”
“Girl, I am too pretty to scar this face. I got bills to pay.”
I let out a loud laugh gaining both girls' attention. “No one is throwing themselves down the stairs. I’m not coming home, not yet at least, so keep it together for a little while longer.”
We sit quietly for a little while, just taking in being able to see each other for the first time in a few weeks when it dawns on me.
“How long have you two known Logan and Katie are having twins?”
“In reality, a few hours. She told us for sure at brunch this morning, but Katie was hinting it the day you guys left to go play in the big litter box.”
“Litter box? Seriously, Sugar?” I ask Avery, accompanied by a raised eyebrow.
“What? I don’t want to call it a sandbox because we live in San Diego. There can’t possibly be more sand. So what’s the closest thing… kitty litter.”
All I can do is shake my head in response, her logic is sound no matter how much I want to challenge her, but the things she says still manage to surprise me.
“Hey about this baby thing, we have reconsidered your proposal. We have decided to remove our IUDs and commence baby making when you come home.”
My heart is pounding in my chest, I want to yell as loud as I can, but I’m waiting for them drop the other shoe and hear they’re just fucking with me.
“Can I get that in writing? Or better yet, send me some new pictures. I’m sure there’s a way to freeze that shit, and we can do it old school style with a turkey baster.”
“Charlie, calm down,” Amber giggles before she can continue, “we just said we would have your babies. Don’t push it. We’re rather fond of doing it the old fashioned way, with sex.”
“Yeah, so if there is no dick going in my pussy to give me the baby juice, ain’t no baby coming out of here.” I just shake my head at Avery.
There’s a soft knock on the door indicating my time is up.
“My time is up. I fucking love you both so much,” I say with my hand pressed to the screen, what I wouldn’t give to be able to touch them right now.
“We love you too, Muscles. Now go save some people and bring your ass home. We have some baby making to do.” They each blow me a kiss and wave before signing off. Closing my eyes for a moment, it takes all of my self-control to not let the tears fall from my eyes.
20
Amber
Deployment is taking forever, we’ve been keeping busy with getting Katie ready for the babies and getting to know Emma but the nights are long. It’s time to get out of our own heads and have a girl’s day.
“Avery! Get dressed, we’re going out.”
“Uh… where are we going?”
“We’re going to grab Katie and Emma and have a girl’s day. Pedi’s and mimosas all around!”
Avery gets dressed, and we walk down to Katie’s place. Walking in, we don’t knock, we basically live here.
“Katie!” I holler up the stairs.
“Jesus, Amber! Scare me to death!” she yells over the half wall. “What do you want?”
“Get some pants on, we’re having a girls day. You’re driving.”
She’s not nearly as annoyed now, give preggo food, and you can get her to do just about anything.
“Down in five!”
Walking to the kitchen, I grab a mug to make myself a cup of coffee. I’m sipping on the nectar of the gods when Avery comes in. “Where’s mine?”
Holding out my cup to her, she takes it and glares at me while she takes a sip. Once the caffeine hits her tongue, the glare disappears. Laughing at her, I kiss her forehead before digging into the fridge for food.
“You two are worse than teenage boys,” Katie says from behind me.
“And how would you know what teenage boys are like?” Avery asks with a smirk and raised eyebrow, both hands still wrapped around the mug.
“It’s an expression, everyone knows teenage boys eat everything they can get their hands on.”
“We don’t typically stink though, we shower every day. Plus, we’re cute,” I say over the refrigerator door.
With a few slices of sandwich meat and cheddar cheese, I head to Avery to steal my coffee back.
“Hey, biznatch! Give that back!”
“Mine.” As she reaches for the cup, I shove cheese and turkey into her mouth, effectively shutting her up.
“Okay, let's go. I need a pedi,” Katie announces while heading toward the front door.
I chug the rest of the coffee and put my cup in the sink before following her, Avery grumbles behind me.
We get to The Mission and grab Emma. Leaning against the door frame, we see Emma pop out of the hallway.
“Hey hooker, we’re having a girl’s day,” Avery tells her.
Raising
an eyebrow, Emma looks at Jimmy. He shrugs, and she disappears down the hallway. When she reemerges, she’s dressed, and we head back outside.
“Bring her back in one piece,” he shouts behind us.
I respond with a devilish grin, “We make no promises.”
I can’t help but laugh as we go to the car.
We head to the Sandbar for brunch and mimosas, gotta get started early on the buzz.
“Okay, Emma. Today is the day that you learn how to be a California Girl. Pedicures, coffee, day drinking, and girl talk.”
“Well, okay then. But you know I’m only twenty right?”
Avery and I start laughing, “You’ll also learn the fine art of drink switching.”
Getting to the nail salon, we all pick out polish and sit in the massage chairs, sinking our toes in the hot bubbly water. All four of us groan at the same time.
“This is what I needed,” Katie says, eyes closed.
“I need dick,” Avery pipes in.
“Yeah, you do,” I can't help but agree, we both do.
“How awesome would it be to have a dick? Wearing a strap on is amazing, but actually being born with a penis would be so much better.”
“Avery, stop talking about strap-ons in public!” Katie chastises.
I start to giggle, I can’t image my life without these bitches in it.
Avery turns to me, “What are you laughing at? You love when I wear a strap on, pin you down, and fuck you.”
My cheeks are red, but I won’t let her get the better of me. “Yeah, I really do.”
“Stop it!” Katie snaps.
We all start laughing. Most people assume that guys are the ones that talk about sex all the time, women are just as bad, maybe worse.
We sit back and enjoy the pedicures, making idle chit-chat, not talking about anything.
Once our toes are perfectly painted, we head to destination number two, coffee.
* * *
Seeing Emma reminds me of my family and how I grew up. From the outside, everything was picture perfect, but when no one was around, it was angry words and hard fists. My father was always careful to not leave marks where people would see them, but they were always there.
You can see that Emma’s hiding how scared she is behind the mask, behind the snark. She’s a lot stronger than she thinks she is, she’s a fighter, a survivor. I know she’ll be okay even though she doesn’t know it yet. Jimmy will make sure of it, he’s invested now, he won’t be able to walk away and stop caring, neither will I.
Knowing that Jimmy is taking care of Emma helps, much like Avery once she found out what was really going on. Even though she was dealing with her own shit at home, she took on the role of my protector, my safe space. I think she latched onto me as a way of forgetting what was going on in her own house. It wasn’t long after I attached myself to Avery that we met Katie and basically moved into her house. Her home was the oasis Avery and I desperately needed. Her parent’s immediately opened their home and their hearts to us, making us feel as if we had always been a part of the family. They even included us in family pictures and vacations, something our own families didn’t do.
AVERY
I can tell Amber is sinking into her mind, instead of focusing on our conversation. She’s putting on a good show, but I know her better than this.
Amber and I have been together a long ass time, but we’ve always been the ‘live in the present’ mindset, not talking about the past. I know her parents were douche canoes that abused her, but that’s about it.
“Time out! Amber, bathroom, now.” I don’t wait for a response, just head in that direction.
“Hey, what's wrong?” she says as we reach the door.
“Nothing is wrong with me, what’s up with you?” I hold the door open and wait for her to enter.
Taken aback, she crosses her arms. “Nothing is wrong with me, you’re the one that wanted to talk.”
“Hooker, do you really think I don’t know when something is bothering you? You’re not really here, you’re in your head, and I want to know why.”
“I’m just thinking about Emma.” She shrugs, trying to play it off.
Grabbing her head, I make her look at me.
“Amber, tell me what it is about Emma’s situation that is putting that lost little girl look in your eyes.”
A single tear rolls down her cheek, I kiss her cheek to stop its progress.
“My dad was a high functioning alcoholic. He was never late to work or hungover in the morning, but he was mean when he was home. His friends never suspected anything, he was fine in public, at company picnics, but behind closed doors was different. He hated that I wasn’t a boy, then he hated that I liked girls. He used to try to beat the ‘gay right out of me’ as he would say.”
As hard as my teenage years were, they were nothing like Amber’s. I want to nut punch that fucker to touching my girl in anger. Wrapping my arms around her, I try to shield her from the pain of her past, even though I know it’s useless.
“I’ve been Emma. I’ve looked like her, beaten down and defeated. Scared of the judgmental looks from others, or that someone would find out, making the beatings worse.”
I can taste the hate I have for that man on my tongue as Amber trembles in my arms.
I must have been lost in my rage because the next thing I know, Amber is kissing me. Her lips pressed against mine calms me. I’m not sure if she's trying to comfort herself or me, but it's a desperate kiss; lips, teeth, and tongue all fighting for control.
I let her control my mouth, take out her pain and sadness on me. I will gladly take it if it makes her feel better, I would do anything for her.
Pulling my lips back, I look at her as we both catch our breath.
“I want to fuck you, right here, right now,” I whisper.
“Don’t tease me, bitch. I’m wound up tighter than a spring.”
I chuckle, “Please, let me assist you.”
I back her up against the wall, pushing my hips against hers.
“Take your fucking pants off,” I say against her lips.
Pushing me back, she strips her jeans and panties off. She climbs onto the counter, putting her feet on the edge, leaning back against the mirror.
“Lick me, Avery. Make me cum.”
Bending over, I bury my face into her pussy. It’s been way too fucking long since it was just us, I don’t waste any time. I go for broke, sucking, nibbling, and licking her clit while pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. She’s soaked, making finding that magic button easy.
“Yes, Avery. Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.” She whimpers above me, her hips grinding against my mouth.
Her breathing hitches as she cries out, coming against my lips, her back bows, thighs clamped against my head, and her body shudders.
Fuck, that's sexy.
“God, I needed that.”
I giggle, “Yeah, you did. Put your pants back on and let's get back to the girls. I need a fucking drink.”
“What about you?” She eyes me from her spot on the counter.
“You can make up for it later.” I wink at her.
21
Avery
After Amber and my tryst in the bathroom, we decided to head back to Katie’s to get to day drinking. Katie has alcohol that she can’t drink, what kind of friends would we be if we made her suffer by having to look at it all the time?
We finished off the bottle of champagne and make a big dent in the tequila before heading out to the Gas Lamp District. It didn’t take us long to get drunk. We are throwing back shots like water on a hot day. By the time we get back to The Mission, we’re wasted.
Stumbling from the car, we miraculously make it to the door without falling, Katie is carrying Emma on her back. Katie knocks, and while we wait for Jimmy to answer, I push Amber against the wall and start kissing her.
“Please tell me your asses didn’t drive? Katie, why the fuck are you carrying Emma?” Jimmy says and takes a ste
p away from Amber.
“She’s a lightweight, we have to toughen this one up before her birthday in a few weeks,” I respond as Amber leans against the doorframe.
“Are you going to let us in? We brought your precious cargo back, unharmed,” Amber sasses back before pushing her way into the apartment.
“Unharmed? I consider trashed out of her mind a violation of our agreement,” Jimmy argues.
“We never made any promises, your bad,” I snark, all the girls giggle.
“Can you get her off me, she’s heavy!” Katie whines.
Grabbing Emma off Katie’s back, Jimmy carries her toward her bedroom.
“You all know where shit is. I’m sleeping in my own bed, so take the couch or wherever,” he says.
Once he disappears into the spare room, we all make our way toward his room and pass out on his bed.
AMBER
After Jimmy poured coffee down our throats, we went home and prepared for Charlie to call. We’ve been wanting to surprise him with a sexy video chat and today is the day.
Just thinking about our plan has my thighs clenching, laptop at the ready.
“Hmm, someone is worked up,” Avery says, making her way toward me.
“I’m already on edge. I need to cum, Avery. I need it badly.”
Leaning over my back, her mouth latches onto my neck, biting into my flesh. My hips jerk when she sucks hard on my skin, cupping my tits in her hands.
Avery’s hand travels down my stomach and cups my pussy, the laptop starts ringing, I hit ‘accept.’
His smiling face covers the screen. “Hey Loves, what…”
We’ve taken him by surprise, sitting in front of the computer, both of us naked.
“What are you guys doing?” That sexy smirk lifts one side of his mouth as he raises an eyebrow.
“You’re in for a special treat, Captain America. You get to watch me fuck our girl.”
The whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.
