Romance

In our last chapter, we unfortunately lost Sylvia, Cindy’s mother sacrifice the remainder of her life to protect her daughter and her friend. Kara wounded and yet managed to protect Cindy. The family came together, not only the Meyers, Thurgoods and Edwards, but also JJ’s adoptive family, all came together to help Kara and Daniel make it through the traumatic events.
Kara released two days later, under strict doctor’s orders not to exert herself. Nevertheless, she told the doctor she was going to attend the funeral of her friend Sylvia, come hell or high water. Sylvia had no other family, so our family arranged for her funeral. Funerals are never for the dead, there for us living to say goodbye. That was a difficult goodbye. Reverend Akins did a very good job with the eulogy. We had a chair brought to the graveside for Kara although she insisted on walking to it. Daniel actually carried a sobbing Kara away from the grave after the funeral.
Life always has its difficulties, and this definitely is one of the worst times. If you hold on long enough life always turns around, things get better. Occasionally you cannot see that for the mist that obscures your vision at the bottom. Eventually even that clears, sometimes the road ahead is difficult sometimes it fills with family and joy.
The Ten of Them: chapter 27 Composed by hard93 and Dimek
We all held on to each other, we let the love for each other comfort and console us. It did not take long for Cindy to become her Mom’s best nurse, Sam and Crystal would always help too. When Kara would become frustrated and want to move around, one of the girls would bring her something for her to read to them. Reading a story to them usually kept Kara in bed for a little longer until Daniel would be there to keep her company. Kara and Daniel stayed with us for a few weeks during her early recovery. Even the Coach and Helen slept in my house to be near their daughter we had almost lost.
After two weeks Kara’s Doctor released her to go back to her normal activities, but warm not to be over strenuous with her exercises. They left for home that afternoon with the three girls going along to help where they could. She was going to need some physical therapy but her wound healed nicely, they used a small incision and she had just a small scar on her mid-thigh of her left leg.
Daniel had taken the dime the doctor removed from Kara’s femur, along with an x-ray taken of her leg, a certified statement from the surgeon who removed the dime, a copy of the police report, he compiled all the evidence if needed for Kara’s defense.
Several of the tenets of the apartment building where Sylvia lived, made a YouTube video and they spoke of what they witnessed. One even had a cellphone video showing him breaking in, leveling the shotgun and moving it as he aimed and fired. From the angle outside, you see bits of lamp that Daniel hit him with fly through the door. He step further in when he attacked Daniel, only moments later to be flying back out the door and struck his head on the banister of the walkway. His head pops forward into his chest that stops his backward momentum and he slides down the railing onto the walkway. I am sure that was what contributed to his death. If he had landed flat, he probably would be still alive today.
The next thing you see is the shotgun placed under his chin, and Daniel standing over him in the doorway. From the look on Daniel’s face, he realizes that he was dead, before he turns back to the grisly scene inside.
Sylvia’s neighbors speak out against the DA who was attending to investigate if Kara could have used less force in subduing her attacker. Many in the apartment building claim Kara as a hero to the community. The video goes viral, even without Kara’s face seen on the video. The State Attorney General releases a statement saying it had become clear that because of the way he fell Kara did not intend for his death to occur, releasing her of all wrongdoing.
The family breathes a collective sigh of relief upon learning what the statement says. Charles chuckles and says, “If they tried Kara, it would reverse the right for self-defense in the state. That is something they are not willing to do. Politically it would be suicide, and look like the state was pro-crime.”
It was a few weeks after everything settle down when Kara finally was able to return to school and the martial arts class. When she walked into the room, followed by Kathryn, Sam, Crystal and Cindy she got a standing round of applause. This had an effect on her that I did not expect. Kara almost broke down into tears.
“JJ can I address the class before you start us up” asked Kara. I had a feeling something was on her mind so I gave permission to proceed.
“Guys I want to thank you for your support, however this incident I was involved in has taught me many things. First watch how much force you use when taking someone down, too much force and you can seriously hurt someone, only use what is necessary. A few weeks ago, I killed a man. I reacted, I did not think, my body was on an adrenaline rush; in a rash bit of self-defense I killed a man. I was lucky that if I had been more knowledgeable of martial arts skills I could have been charged for manslaughter, so please guys watch what you do and how you use what you learn.”
Kara stopped and looked at me; I nodded and picked up where she left off. “Listen guys and girls the fact is that martial arts can be classified as a deadly weapon. If a person has high enough skill, if you were to seriously injure or kill someone with your skills, the self-defense excuse may not always work, martial arts is about discipline, and if I find out anyone is abusing these skills you will be kicked out of the class.”
Janet questions, “Does that mean you are kicking out Kara? From what I understand she was acting in self-defense, hell she was shot.”
I looked at Kara and noticed the glare I got back from her, but I picked up where I left off. “No, Kara is not being kicked out of the class she was completely justified, although I am limiting her future activities in class to no contact, no punching or kicking because of her medical condition.”
Kara still standing at the head of the class explains, “Guys what happened was self-defense, I was shot, and I acted. I had to protect Cindy here my new daughter. Cindy was in my arms and we were his intended target, Sylvia jumped between us, she saved Cindy’s and my life at the same time. Sylvia was my best friend. I was so afraid, not just for myself but for Sylvia and Cindy, adrenaline overpowered my kick. It was more powerful then what would have been normal. All I am saying is that we all have to try using common sense when using the skills that JJ is teaching. Now for me, being limited for medical conditions now is open for debate, but I might as well let the cat out of the bag since rumors spread fast anyway. I am pregnant…”
The class was totally silent except for me hearing Kathryn trying to hold back a small giggle, While Sam, Crystal and Cindy just smiled widely until Kara continues, “And it would seem my husband did a real good job with it as I am having twins.”
Janet was the first to say, “Congrats Kara. However Now I have a question. JJ what is the point of learning self-defense if we can get in trouble defending ourselves?”
Using what knowledge I have of the law I reply, “Good point Janet and this is one that is always a sticky one. Everyone has a right to defend himself or herself, however, there is a limit. You cannot intentionally kill the attacker. The objective is to subdue an attacker with the least amount of force, without endangering yourself. Too much force and you can be looking at trouble with the law, but that might be preferable to being dead. Of course there may be other factors and different circumstances, like Kara’s circumstance, but the main goal is subdue your attacker so that they are no longer a threat at the time.”
The debate went on for a while but we finally got back into the lesson. After the lesson was over, I was standing back as I watched a few of the girl students walk up, hug Kara, and congratulate her. I walked over to Kathryn and gave her a hug and a kiss.
I ask, “Is there something wrong with Kara?”
Kathryn says, “Yes but I think it is something that we need to discuss at home. Cindy has told me a few things that she has noticed. I think we should invite Mom and Dad over as well, Kara and Daniel were coming over.”
I say, “Okay sounds good, just let me get cleaned up here then we can be on our way.”
An hour later, we were home and relaxing when Helen and Coach walked in.
Kathryn says, “Hi Mom, Dad.”
The Coach greets Kathryn, “Hay baby, how it is going?”
Kathryn says “Not bad for me, but I need your help. It is Kara. Cindy and Daniel have both confided in me that Kara has been having Nightmares, is hardly sleeping, and is often crying. They are both at a loss of what to do. I am worried that if she keeps going the way she is she will lose her babies, which would be devastating to her. Daniel is going to bring her over so we can sit down and talk to her and try to get things to normal.”
I realize what Kathryn is talking about is posttraumatic stress syndrome, and some of my adoptive family deal with that. It might be a good idea to bring them in on this conversation as well. Perhaps their insight may help Kara, more than anything else at least she will know that she is not alone. I call Ron and Reese, Mitch and Charles; they all agree and come over immediately.
Helen says, “We will do anything we can to help.” A few minutes later Kara and Daniel come in. Kathryn gets up and goes to Kara and hugs her, then leads her by her hand and sits Kara down between their Mom and Dad`. Kara has a confused look on her face.
Kathryn, while holding back tears says, “Kara. We Love you. Please tell us what is wrong. Cindy and Daniel both are concerned for you; it is your nightmares, your breaking down and crying, your lack of sleep. We are here for you.” Kara looked at Kathryn, then her parents, and then she broke down.
“I killed a man. I know he was an evil man and he killed Sylvia. However, I killed him. I took a life. How can any of you even stand to be around me, a killer?” she said no longer holding back her sobs.
Reese and Ron arrived just in time to hear her say that, Reese going to Kara kneels down in front of her lifts her face forcing Kara to look her directly in the eyes. Reese asks, “Do you feel the same way about me?” Kara instantly shakes her head no. Reese gives her no more time before she continues, “I have killed a lot more than just one person, and I am not sure if they were good or bad. I do know they were trying to kill me, and the people I love. I did not have a choice. You did not have a choice.”
Ron looking over his wife’s shoulder asks, “Am I a killer to be shunned?” Kara again shook her head no. Ron continued, “I did my best to defend the ones I was to protect. That is all you did, I know from what I have seen, what JJ has told me the kick you used was not the cause of his death directly. The way he fell caused his death; the location he chose for the fight was the cause of his death. Kara you have nothing to feel guilty about, you protected the ones you love.”
Helen says, “Kara, honey, listen. You did the right thing. Moreover, for that I am so proud of you. I know I do not say it often enough or show it. Even though I am so proud of the way, you were helping Sylvia the last while before her death. The way you have been there for Cindy before and now as well, you finding yourself a good man. Finally, you bringing me two more grandchildren in the near future. All this has made me extremely proud of you. Then again I have always been proud of you, and all my children.” As she rubbed Kara’s belly she continued, ” You need to think of these two new lives growing inside of you, the fact that you show guilt and remorse over killing that ‘man’ shows you are human and full of compassion, even for someone who does not deserve it.”
Coach says, “Your Mom’s right Kara. You have made us both very proud, and again as your mother has said we may not have always shown it but we have always been proud of you,”
Helen says, “JJ, Kathryn and I had a talk the day you got shot. JJ brought to light some things that you and your other sisters have been feeling. I know it seems I have been spoiling or favoring Kathryn, and that you and your other sisters felt unappreciated or felt that we did not love you or were as proud of you as we are of Kathryn. Know this; nothing could be further from the truth. However, your father and I are working on changing your impression. I know we spend a lot of time here at Kathryn and JJ’s, and that gives off a bad impression as well, but I promise that we will be over to see you and Daniel more as well. In fact we will be spending more time with all you kids, trying to repair our relationships.”
Coach reached down and put his hand on Helen’s hand, which was still on Kara’s belly. The Coach says, “Like your sister, you are gifting us with two more grandchildren to love and spoil, it will never matter who had babies first or who was born last, every one of them will be loved equally, never again will we show signs of favoritism. You just take care of yourself.”
Kathryn kneeling down beside Reese says, “Kara, I love you my sister. However, what you have to understand you did not have a choice, and there is nothing wrong in protecting your love ones.” She turns and faces Reese and says, “You too, you protected the ones you love.” Now holding both their gaze she continues, “If you had not they would be dead. Think how you would feel if you had stood by and done nothing, you know deep down you did nothing wrong, it is time to move on. We love you my sisters we will help you get through this.”
Reese looking at Kara again says, “I know this is not something that will end now, it is something we will have to live with and deal with. It is part of being human. If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I will understand. Your family loves you; none of us think you are evil for doing only what you needed to do to protect the ones you love.”
Kathryn says, “Out of all my sisters Kara you and I are the closest, I feel that we share a bond that none of the other sisters do, I am not sure why but it is there.” With that, Kathryn pulled Kara up into a hug. Reese hugs the two, and then the Coach and Helen stood up and surrounded Reese, Ron and their daughters in a big family hug. Daniel came over to me, shook my hand then thought better, and gave me a brotherly hug, as that is what I felt he is a true brother.
Daniel says “Thanks JJ, Kathryn, Mom, Dad, Ron, and Reese. I think your words may have helped heal my wife, my soul mate, we may not yet have the kind of bond that Kathryn and JJ do yet, but I know it’s coming, we already sort of read each other’s emotions, this is why I knew Kara was troubled.”
I say, “It’s no problem Daniel. Kara remember what everyone here has said. We all love you. Now love yourself again, you too Reese. You feeling guilt is the best thing, it means you’re not a monster, just a kind, compassionate, caring young woman.”
Ron chuckles, “She is that, once you get her out of her armor.” He gets a kiss from Reese even after his little joke.
Kara says, “Thanks guys, I guess I needed this. Thank you all. Mom and Dad, you do not know how happy you have made me knowing that you are happy and proud of me. There were times I was so jealous of Kathryn, I almost ran away. I am glad I did not. Daniel thanks for dragging my sulking butt over here. It’s what I needed, I think I can finally start putting this behind me and move on, after all we have Cindy now plus two more on the way.”
I ask, “Are you guys going to find out the sexes beforehand?”
Kara says “Yes in a couple weeks I have an appointment, with the same Obstetrician that Kathryn uses. We want to know what to paint the nursery.”
“Kara what I said in class today I meant it as well. I think you should only do the katas, in a month you will be almost three months along and really showing. You having twins on your small frame is going to be hard on your body; you need to think about your babies.”
Kara says, “I know, and as much as it disappoints me I know your right.”
Kathryn points out, “Wait till you have to give up sex, I bet with twins it will be sooner than when I had to.”
Kara giggles and says, “Gee thanks sis, something to look forward to. That and in a few months trying to find a prom dress that will fit.”
Now laughing Kathryn says, “Wait until Graduation Sis, when you have to waddle across the stage to get your diploma.”
“Waddle! Why you…” then Kara stopped and laughed and grabbed her sister in a big hug. It was nice seeing the two sisters being closer than ever.
Reese giggles, “I just hope I have delivered before your graduation, or you will really watch some body waddle around.”
Daniel says, “Well Guys I think we need to go pick up Cindy and get home. Thanks again JJ and Kathryn, Ron and Reese, Mom, Dad. Kara and Daniel left followed shortly after by Helen and the Coach.
I say, “That went good, and you and your sister have really become close, it makes me happy,”
Ron says, “It was only the first step, Kara has a long road to walk yet.”
Charles and Mitch had arrived and allowed us to talk without interrupting, Mitch says, “Kara seems to be doing well considering, although she may just be putting on a show to make you feel better. We will have to give her our support, and our understanding what she is going through does not end overnight. It has been three years and I still have nightmares. It may not be that bad for Kara, and I truly hope so. Although we will have to always, be mindful of Kara, her triggers once we learn them, and help her deal with it. Sometimes it does not end, and that can be frustrating, sometimes anger is misplaced and many veterans never knew why they feel the way they do.”
Kathryn shakes her head yes after considering Mitch’s remarks she says, “Yes, we will do that for Kara. Kara and I have always been somewhat close, though she did surprise me that she said she almost ran away once. I never knew she felt like that. However, those days are over, Mom and Dad are gung ho on fixing the relationship with my sisters and brothers; it is good to see the family coming together, though I will always feel closer to Kara then the others. I do not think Kara realizes how much I always looked up to her; she was never as wild as the others were. You remember the night of that party, the night we finally made love. The same night Kara was trying to offer herself to you. She told me a while back she was glad it did not happen. She was able to save herself for her soul mate. Before that I always assumed she was like Michelle and Maria and just having sex with different guys, I never knew she was a virgin till her and Daniel got together, I was wrong.”
With a smile, I reply, “Out of all your sisters Kara is the one I feel closest to as well. In addition, I too am glad she found her soul mate but like you, I never suspected that she was a virgin for Daniel. Guess that makes it even more special for the two of them.” A few minutes’ later Crystal and Sam came wandering from the playhouse.
Sam with bright eyes says, “Daddy what you guys said to Aunt Kara must have worked, she was happy. Aunt Kara tickled Cindy. Cindy said that was the first time in a long time that Aunt Kara played with her like that.”
Crystal asks, “Daddy, Friday night Cindy has invited us over to spend the night with her, can we go please?”
Kathryn smiles and I know she has given her okay. I reply putting on a sad face, “I am going to miss my big girls. They are going away tomorrow night. I guess I will just have to cuddle up really close to Kathryn.” Sam and Crystal giggle at my little show, they do know that is just an act and it is my way of telling them it is okay.
Things seem to improve for Kara, although we did take Mitch’s advice, we watch for things that would trigger her mood changes. We were careful about mentioning Sylvia, we found Kara had two other triggers, one was a shotgun the other a dime. We did our best to avoid Kara’s triggers and that gave her a little time to decompress.
Kara also began working with a psychologist specializing in posttraumatic stress syndrome, Mitch also began going to the same psychologists. His name was Doctor Marcus and he seemed to be a very capable psychologists. Both Kara and Mitch began to improve, Kara who had dealt with it not as long seem to improve quicker. Charles remarked that Mitch had fewer nightmares and was beginning to smile more. I wonder if that was because I saw him with MC so often, perhaps between Doctor Marcus and MC, Mitch’s life would become happier.
After Kathryn’s Obstetrician had done some adjustment, Kathryn and Misty both have due dates of March 21st. Kathryn and I both know that foresight is seldom 20/20, so in March 1st came and went without Kathryn or Misty going into labor we were not too concerned. On twentieth March, a storm front moved through, and it brought snow again, Kathryn was in no mood to build snowmen this time. She complained of a backache, her mother noticed Amanda had turned. Helen called her sister’s to explain, “We need to stay near Kathryn if possible, I believe Amanda will me making an appearance shortly.”
When Misty came over with Marshall, she too complained of a backache, and Helen’s eyes lit up seeing how the baby had turned for Misty as well.
Of course, I felt every twinge Kathryn had. Fortunately, for me my pain threshold is quite high, with a little concentration I could pull most of Kathryn’s pain away from her. Helen figured it out in a heartbeat, she told me angrily, “JJ, Kathryn needs that pain, and it is how her body prepares itself to deliver Amanda. If you take too much of it away her labor will be very long and even more difficult.”
I look at Helen as another contraction starts, there nearly twenty minutes apart. I can understand what she means. I am taking nearly all of Kathryn’s pain and not allowing her to fill the discomfort that racks my own body. Kathryn overhears, she comes in punches me in the arm trying to break my concentration. With a little anger to her voice Kathryn says, “Do not take this away from me, JJ. This experience is what makes a woman a woman.”
Helen says, “Kathryn, I think JJ is going to give you what you wish for. Remember that when you get angry at him for getting you pregnant.”
Kathryn’s eyes go wide as I release more of the pain back to her, she knows better than complain because I will simply take it away again. Looking at her I say, “I was probably the first husband in history that could do what all other husbands have wished they could do, take the pain away that you have giving us children.”
Kathryn places her hands on her back, arching it to stretch which only makes her belly look that much bigger. Over the last month, I swear Kathryn has gotten so large, I know it was to give Amanda room to finish growing. Kathryn still swims daily, although it is a little more difficult for her now, and she is quite a bit slower. The time in the pool helps, her feet does not swell as much when she spends time there. The days Kathryn does not get to swim her feet swell, and I do my best to massage her feet those days.
Sam and Crystal sees their mother’s discomfort, and the two girls come asking if there is anything they can do for her. Kathryn giggles and says, “No it is just your baby sister letting me know she is coming soon.”
The girls’ eyes light up at the news, more than at the snow that has kept me home today.
Misty giggles and says, “I guess Junior is letting me know he is coming too.”
Marshall tells me, “We been packed since the first, just in case the Doctor is wrong.”
Looking at Marshall I explain, “Premonitions are like weather forecasts, little things can change and alter what was going to occur. Remember back on the first was not a very good time, we just had Sylvia’s funeral.”
Marshall says, “Then I am glad our kids were not in a hurry to be born. They would never understood why we were a little sad on their birthdays.”
Kara comes in dropping snow from her coat. Daniel on Kara’s heels is carrying a bundled up Cindy, when he sets Cindy down she sheds her coat and runs to me. Jumping into my arms she says, “Uncle JJ you need to take Aunt Kathryn to the hospital now. You too Uncle Marshall, you need to take Aunt Misty.”
I am a little confused therefore, I ask, “Cindy, why do I need to take her now?”
There is a look of certainty in Cindy’s eyes as she says, “I had a nightmare, the roads are getting really bad and if you do not leave now, you may not get to the hospital in time.” Sam and Crystal run to get their and their mothers bags. That is their job on our hospital plan.
Daniel says, “It has already come over the news that only emergency vehicles, and those with four-wheel-drive should attempt being on the road today, and the sheriff has asked that everyone remain home if possible.”
I look at Cindy, have learned to listen when one of our children have a message from their deceased parents. Sam’s Angel Mommy delivers very accurate warnings. Looking at Cindy I say, “Thank you for the warning Cindy, will leave right now.”
Kara raises an eyebrow before she asks, “You are not going to go out in weather like this, are you?”
I ask a question in return, “You think Sylvia would lie to us and put us in danger when we did not need to be? I do not think she would, and this is her warning us.”
Cindy looking at Kara says, “I told you Uncle JJ would know.”
Kara says, “JJ we were out playing in the snow until we got very cold this morning, we decided to come in. Daniel volunteered to make us some soup and sandwiches, and Cindy and I took a hot shower to warm up. We gotten dressed in pajamas and were sitting on the couch just cuddling together. We must have fallen asleep because it felt so good getting warm.”
Cindy continues for her Mom, “Daddy was being a little slow getting the sandwiches and soup. I had the dream, Angel Mommy warns the roads are going to be bad, and you will have to help other people so it is going to take a long time getting Aunt Kathryn and Aunt Misty to the hospital. If you leave soon you will get there in time.”
Kathryn says, “My contractions are about twenty minutes apart now, they usually do not want you to go in until their ten minutes apart. Under the circumstances it might be wise to listen to Angel Sylvia.”
Marshall pulls on his coat saying, “I am going after Misty’s bags, pick me up if I am not back before you leave. JJ that SUV you have is a four-wheel-drive right?”
Answering Marshall’s question I say, “Yes, Kathryn got me the four-wheel-drive model.”
Cindy says, “Do not forget to bring a few ropes, and some extra gasoline.”
It took us two and a half hours, we pulled out five cars from ditches that blocked our way, and another had run out of gas. All the gas stations remained closed due to the bad weather. Their employees could not make it in to work.
We pulled into the hospital, Kathryn’s and Misty’s contractions were barely more than eight minutes apart and lasting for quite a long time. Actually I say we, I should say the family, between the Coach, Ron, Charles, and Uncle George there were enough SUVs with four-wheel-drive to bring everyone, we even picked up a few extra bodies along the way the needed to come to the hospital. Uncle George along with Charles had volunteered to help bring anyone into the hospital because the emergency services did not have a four-wheel-drive. As soon as we arrived at the hospital, they immediately ordered out along with an EMT team. I allow them to use my SUV as well.
Helen looking at Marshall’s face east time one of Misty’s contractions start, you do not need telepathy to read his mind, but Helen asked anyway. “Marshall I bet you just want to take Misty’s pain away?”
Marshall takes a heavy breath and says, “I would give anything if Misty had no pain, I would take it in a heartbeat.”
Helen says, “JJ said something about everyman would do that for their wife if they could.” Marshall shakes his head yes reconfirming what he said.
Ron sent after the Doctor, who was stuck in a snowdrift and nearly out of fuel. Ron drove a hummer that was similar to the ones military use. There some areas in our County that allow four-wheel-drives to go mudding. Ron and Reese both seem to enjoy their outings. I have even tried it once, taking Sam and Crystal along. I really did not enjoy the clean up afterwards, must have been forty pounds of mud on my SUV.
Ron’s hummer was the best to pull a car from a snowdrift, and we just could not leave the car in the road. Ron returns nearly an hour later, he shakes his head and says, “It is so bad out there it is a good thing I was raised up north. Even places where the road is fairly clear it is really icy.”
Ron does not get more than ten minutes break, before they request Ron again to assist another person in their efforts to reach the hospital. Charles asks, “Would you like some help, Jim can shovel for you if you need someone to help dig someone out.”
Jim have been looking nervous, and the young man really needed something to do. His father having worked around young men probably knew that better than anyone did. Jim is actually happy to be helping Ron, and the hospital has provided them a shovel, which he used to clear the emergency area of snow. Fortunately, the snow had stopped falling although the wind kept it drifting, the worst of the snowstorm may have passed because it seemed calmer now.
I nervously am pacing across the floor of the waiting room, ever so often they will run me out to examine Kathryn. Other than that I am always at her side, the doctor was amazed at how well she was handling the pain from her contractions. He thought I was having sympathetic contractions; many husbands have those although mine was a little different, I simply shared her pain. I feel them placing a spinal block in Kathryn. I know this is one of the last things done before taking her to delivery.
I meet Kathryn on her way to delivery, although our hospital does not allow me to accompany her in the operating room. With a spinal block in, Kathryn is no longer having pain only some mild discomfort from her powerful contractions. Before we are separated Kathryn whispers to me, “JJ let me have this all by myself.” We do get one more kiss and a quick I love you before she disappears into the operating room.
I do what I can, to separate Kathryn thoughts, emotions and senses from my conscience. I am not that successful, and I try to meditate to place myself in a state in which I am separate even from my own body. It takes a while, because I have not done this in years. Now I not only have to separate myself my own body, but Kathryn’s as well.
It seemed like only an instant passes when Helen began shaking me, and I come out of my trance. Looking into her happy eyes, I know Amanda has arrived. Helen then leads me to the room reserved for Kathryn and I. Inside I find Sam and Crystal on the bed watching as Kathryn feeds Amanda. Kathryn smiles at seeing me and the large smile on my face. The two girls nearly tackle me once I walk into the room.
Sam asks, “Daddy where did you go?” Crystal shook her head indicated she had the same question.
I shrug my shoulders unsure of what she means but reply, “I was meditating so your Mommy could deliver Amanda without me interfering.” See the confused look I explain, “When I meditate I separate myself from even my own body. It is like I am not even alive anymore.”
Kathryn looks up and says, “Do not do that again. I actually felt lost without you. I am so glad you are back with me now.”
It may be due to the effect of the meditation, but even without touching Kathryn, I can get a sense of how it feels to nurse Amanda. Beforehand that would require direct contact to Kathryn. Perhaps that is only temporary or our bond is now stronger.
Despite all my meditation, I find that I am actually exhausted, with Sam and Crystal on my chest Kathryn giggles as my eyes closed and a three of us instantly fall asleep. I wake in the middle of the night, Amanda is moving in her crib, when I walk to it she is not yet awake, but she will be awake soon she is hungry. I realize I connect to Amanda much as I was to Kathryn a few years ago. I can since her surface thoughts, although they are very simple now. Things like hunger and thirst, the need for sleep or being uncomfortable, even the longing for touch seems to come through that connection.
Gently lifting my daughter from her crib, I hold her in my arms and walk to the nurses’ station for a bottle. The lights in the hall or the movement awakes Amanda, and she begins to cry and search for a nipple. The nurse explains I need to take her back to her mother, because Kathryn listed breast-feeding only. Walking back into our room, Kathryn giggles before taking Amanda. Kathryn says, “You are going to have to wait until I have some bottles ready. Then you can feed Amanda at night.”
I marvel at this tiny little life given to us, Amanda’s hands are so small that when her hand wrapped around my finger it barely reached from tiny little thumb to her tiny fingers. Kathryn and my heart soar with love for our new daughter. Loving Amanda makes us love Sam and Crystal even more. It is strange how that works, the more love you have the stronger it becomes.
Sam and Crystal must have awoken, they each whisper as they watch their mother feeding their baby sister. I pull the two back into my lap, and caress my two older daughters. I looked down into their eyes and smile, kissing them on the forehead I say, “I love you too, that will never change. I am having a new experience with Amanda. It is not that I love you any less than her. Babies do need a lot of attention, they cannot help themselves, they cannot eat by themselves, and they cannot change their own diaper or take a bath. My big girls, you will get to help to all those things with Amanda and all your other little sisters.”
Sam and Crystal look into my eyes before Sam says, “You mean I have to change stinky diapers.”
Trying not to chuckle I say, “Not very often, but I am sure I will need your help once in a while.”
Crystal giggles and says, “We will take turns Sam, when we need to.” Amanda grunts as she fills her diaper, and the two girls giggle. I realize I will be changing a diaper shortly, once we have allowed enough time for Amanda to finish.
By the time Amanda needs changed, the girls have fallen back asleep and I am not going to wake them up to help me now. I got the diaper, the diaper wipes and I took Amanda over to a changing table, Kathryn is watching as I gently remove the soiled diaper, once the cool air contacts her skin, Amanda urinates. Recovering her with the diaper to allow the diaper to absorb it, now with her tiny bladder empty I change her diaper. I removed the diaper from between her legs then use the wipes to clean her skin, placed a clean diaper under her and use another diaper wipe to ensure that she is completely clean before adding a small amount of baby powder. Then attach the tapes for her new diaper into place. I pull down her sleep shirt then rewrap her in her blanket.
Holding her in my arms Amanda is warm and comfortable, she has a full stomach, and she seems to fall back asleep immediately. What comes to mind is the more they sleep the faster they grow. I bring her back to her mother, Kathryn smiles brightly at me, as I hand her Amanda. Kathryn had a need to hold her, and to look into her face as she slept.
My arm goes across Kathryn shoulders, as I gently sat down next to her and we both watch our daughters sleep and wish them sweet dreams. Only a few moments later a light tap is at our door, and Marshall sticks his grinning face in, he says, “How is my baby niece?”
I whisper, “Just getting back to sleep. How is my baby nephew?”
Marshall smiles then in a whisper replies, “Doing the same thing, sleeping and growing. Misty, MJ and I will come by in the morning to visit. We are next door by the way.”
Kathryn whispers, “I am looking forward to meeting MJ, see you in the morning.”
Marshall softly closes the door behind him. Exhaustion is hitting Kathryn, and I take Amanda back to her crib and gently place her back covering her in her blankets. Kathryn is lying on her side watching Amanda as she sleeps. Kathryn’s eyes become heavy and joy feels her heart as she falls asleep.
Coming back into bed, Sam and Crystal scoot back onto my chest and I caress their backs. I quietly whisper, I love you my big girls.
Sam and Crystal both whisper, “I love you too Daddy.”
I am half-awake at various times when the nurses check on Amanda and Kathryn. We get more than a couple giggles at seeing how we sleep. Sam and Crystal cuddle together while sleeping on my chest. Kathryn is holding my hand as she faces Amanda who sleeps in her crib just within arm’s distance.
The nurses try to be as quick and quiet as they possibly could, they do not wish to disturb our three princesses. I know morning is coming, the three girls are becoming ravenous, and I realize I not only can sense Amanda, but both Sam and Crystal. Maybe that is how I was always able to be at Crystal and Sam’s bedside when they woke from a nightmare.
Perhaps my training or the experience I am having with Kathryn has awakened a portion of my mind that allows being empathetic, the ability to feel their emotions. Another possibility is being connected to Kathryn like I am we get the benefit of each of our abilities, acting like to receivers that senses the wants and needs of our daughters. A second possibility could simply be, I was hungry as they are in my subconscious is telling me that.
Does not change the fact that we missed dinner last night, and I know the girls will be ravenous. I hope the stories, on how bad hospital food is, are incorrect. With the snow outside, I doubt I could find a restaurant open, and I am hopeful that the kitchen staff was able to make it in to work today.
I should not have worried, Ron comes in pushing a cart full of trace, Reese, Daniel, Kara and Cindy follow him, Daniel has a folding table that he sets up, and a couple nurses bring folding chairs they only sit them down then leave. Ron leaves for a moment, he returns with Marshall, Misty and MJ. Daniel leaves for a moment to and brings in a second table, the large room now seems crowded with the additional tables and chairs.
Marshall carried in the crib, while MJ was in Misty’s arms. I walked up to Misty and looked down into my nephew’s face. I know he is truly not my nephew, although for most of his young life he will call me uncle. If our premonition is correct, about his sophomore year he and Amanda will discover each other in a different way. Well they will want a different kind of relationship from the way they grew up.
Reese and Kara are setting out the trays, as Marshall and I help our wives to the table. With everyone seated, I notice six empty chairs that is when MC brings Rosy, Allen and Anna in. That confuses me because, should not Allen and Anna be with Uncle George and Alyssa. MC sees my question and answers before I ask, “Uncle George and Alyssa along with your Mom, Michelle, Karen, Joan, Johnny, Jim, Helen and Michael are helping in the kitchen, they are rather shorthanded because of the storm. Charles and Jane will be in shortly there delivering food to the nurses’ stations.”
Almost as soon as MC finishes her statement, Charles and Jane stroll in to our room. A smile crosses their face looking at the babies.
Charles brought a third table, and the nurses follow him again and bring in chairs. The nurses give Jane a hug. Before they leave, they think her for bringing their breakfast. Jane returns their hugs and says you are welcome to each thank you.
Charles remarks, “For a small community, this is one of the better hospitals I have visited. I have been at far too many hospitals, either visiting my friends or there for treatments.”
Ron has a faraway look before he says, “I remember you coming to visit me. I really was not in the mood that did not stop you.” Then giving his friend a smile, Ron says, “You turn my mood around, I never thanked you for that. It was the first step of my recovery. Thank you my friend.”
Reese gives Charles look that I am not sure if, then a smile crosses her face. She says to Charles, “Charles is that why you had me be Ron’s adjutant while he was stuck in the hospital. You knew how we felt about each other?”
Charles chuckles and says, “I knew, not many people did. The first day you two met, I saw the way he looked at you Reese. I also saw how disappointed he was when he found out your rank, I think he wanted to get you a field commission just so he could date you.”
Ron chuckles, “I had a second disappointment that day, I found out Second Lieutenants cannot give field commissions.”
Jim laughs, “Now you know why, if they were able to, they would be a lot of pretty Second Lieutenants running around.” The room is full of laughter, and Ron’s face reddens until Reese pulls him into a long passionate kiss.
A nervous Mitch comes in; looking at me, he waves me out of the room. I follow curiously into the hall. Once alone Mitch begins, “JJ, I am sorry. I had a small accident with your SUV.”
Concern crosses my face before I ask, “Are you okay, No one got hurt?”
Mitch taken aback at my lack of concern over the vehicle explains, “Just one quarter panel is damaged, I am fine, and I was still able to get the persons they sent me after back to the hospital. I just got back. I slid off the road on the way there, it looked clear but they must have been some ice. The back corner panel hit a post beside the road.”
I say, “It was just an accident, something that you would never do purposely. Quarter panels are easily fixed, a person on the other hand is not easy to repair or replace.”
Mitch relaxes, he says, “I will pay to get it fixed, I was just driving a little too fast, I was trying to hurry to get to the person who needed hospitalization.”
I ask, “Did they get here fine?”
Mitch smiled in return saying, “Actually they did, turns out it was not an emergency, like I thought, just a pair of grandparents that could not get here to see their new grandchild.” Looking into my face, he says, “It is Misty’s parents, her Dad was having a little angina, but the doctors cleared him. They want me to ask if it would be all right for them to see their grandchild. Could you help me?”
With a smile I say, “Misty has wanted her father to come around ever since her wedding. He was a little angry thinking she and Marshall were giving up their future just to get married.”
Mitch smiles and then says, “That explains the conversation they were having on the way to the hospital. Misty’s mother was giving her husband a real talking to about their daughter. Even though he was having chest pains, she had no sympathy for him. She said it is his own fault for being so hardheaded. That even his body was trying to tell him he had been wrong, and it is time to make it right.”
I remember back when Uncle George did not know that Marshall and Misty were learning to trade, that Kathryn and I were giving them a different type of education. An education that left them financially independent, and then there was the treasure Sam naming both to receive a share. Her father knew none of this. Misty’s mother insisted that he remain in the dark about these events. Misty’s mother insisted that he needs to come back to her because of his love and nothing else.
I give my head a shake and I ask, “Mitch, can you get three more trays so you can join us for breakfast?”
Mitch smiles and says, “I am starved, they have had me out all night without a chance of getting anything to eat.”
I walk back into the room and announce, “We are going to have three more join us shortly. Can we make room for them?”
It does not take us long; we simply put three of the children onto our laps. Cindy goes on to Daniel’s lap, Sam on to mine, and Rosy takes MC’s lap. That leaves two chairs open beside Marshall and Misty, and one by MC. Mitch brings in the three trays of food. Setting them down in the now empty places, and he takes the seat next to MC. I cannot help but notice the warm smile that MC gives him, and I wonder if the two will strike up a friendship or possibly more.
There is a knock on the door, as it opens Marshall breaks into a wide smile seeing his father and mother in law, Carl Caldwell and his wife Sarah. Misty quickly hands Marshall their son, then jumps up and runs into her father’s arms. The two hug tightly, sobs come as the pain washes away with their tears. Finally pulling back from his daughter Misty’s father says, “Misty, I am so sorry.”
Misty smiles through her tears and says, “It is okay Daddy, you are here now and that is all that matters.”
We spend the next hour, catching Carl and Sarah up on the events of the last nine months, we allow Sam to tell the story about the lightning bolt and the treasure tree. At the end of her story, Carl’s eyes rolled back into his head and he passes out in his chair.
Sarah knew a little of what had occurred, but she did not want to know the full details afraid she would accidentally allow her husband overhear her retelling them. She is a little pale in the face to learning her daughter and son-in-law are billionaires. She knew they had more than enough to live off comfortably, but had no idea it was this much. Looking at her husband she giggles, “Oh, let him sleep. If he had been doing as a father should have, he would have known all this beforehand. If he had not been so stubborn, and just listen to Marshall once he would have known.”
We did not let him sleep all that long, mainly because Marshall Junior started to cry, which started Amanda crying. The two infants woke him quickly and he came awake with a start. Misty was just putting MJ to her breast, using a blanket to cover her chest. Kathryn was doing likewise; both babes heard nursing easily.
He looks at his son-in-law and asks, “Did I fall asleep and dream that you are a billionaire?”
Marshall chuckles then replies, “No, you heard we were billionaires then you passed out.”
His hands are practically shaking as he tells Marshall, “Marshall I am so sorry, if I had listened to you I would have known how wrong I was. I know now that my mistake was jumping to the conclusion that you were throwing away your life, and my daughter was going to go down with you. Misty honey, I am sorry.”
Misty giggles, “If you would come around sooner, you would not be driving that old beater, that could not make it in here. I wanted to get you a new truck for Christmas, but Mom would not let me until you come around.”
Her Dad shakes his head no before he says, “Misty honey, you should not buy me a present so expensive anyway. You know I can never afford to give you anything of equal value.”
Misty looks at her father and shares a lesson she is learned. Smiling at him she says, “Daddy, it would not matter what you gave me, if it cost a dollar or a million, as long as it came from your heart it would be priceless to me.”
Carl gives his daughter a smile and ask, “How did you get so wise in just nine months?”
Misty looks at me then Sam and says, “I just become part of a very wise family, now that you are over your stubbornness you are a part of it also.”
Carl looks around at the smiling faces that greeted him. He says, “In my stubbornness I truly have been a fool. I missed the one true thing my daughter has brought to my attention. You have accepted her with love into your family. That is something I should have done, I should allow my heart and not my mind to decide who my family is.”

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I learn that I am the one–Scarlett’s “Mr. Right.”

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Cory and Tilly

Cory and Tilly knew the feelings they had for one another were more than those of normal brother sister relationships, but they weren’t the stereotypical brother and sister dynamic. They accepted their feelings and they got on with their lives, until an overload of emotions bring these two, broken, tragically flawed twins together.

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From Darkness into Light–4

The final chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo
CHAPTER 18
We left the house around 6:30 for our dinner reservation. I knew the restaurant was always crowded on the weekends, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t find a place to park in their large lot. I finally found a space in a strip mall across the street. There was quite a line, but we had a reservation and we weren’t in a hurry. Suddenly, Marcie’s grip on my arm tightened. I looked forward in the line and saw why. My ex Amanda and Stewart were together at the head of the line. Amanda started when she turned and saw me. Stewart looked embarrassed and nervous. Paying more attention now I could hear Paul, the maitre d’ explain, “I am so sorry, but we are full all evening. Please come back another time.”
I could see Stewart looking for a way out—a way that would avoid us. Unfortunately, there was only one way—back the way he came. He stumbled as he approached, “Uh…I’m uh…sorry, Jack.”
“Why would you be, Stewart? Amanda is a beautiful woman and she’s single. Hello, Amanda.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Marcie followed my lead, hugging Stewart and air kissing Amanda. “Come on with me and let’s see if we can’t help you out.” I moved to the front of the line. “Good evening, Paul. Can you seat us at a table for four?”
“Of course, Mr. Anderson. This way, please.” We followed him to the table and, of course, he held the chairs for the ladies and opened their napkins. He left us with our menus and the wine list.
“This must be fate, Stewart. If you don’t mind I’d like to discuss your promotion for a few minutes before we eat.”
“Uh, what, Jack? Did you say promotion?”
“Yeah, I just dictated a couple of memos for Marcie this morning and I was going to see you tomorrow. I’m promoting you to Technical Director, and, of course, you’ll get a raise–$15,000. I have two reasons. First, I need someone I trust to keep an eye on things when I’m on a trip. Second, some of our younger techs need more supervision than I can give them. You’re the obvious choice, so to celebrate I’ll buy the dinner and the drinks. Speaking of which….” Our waiter had just arrived so we ordered. We had a pleasant and cordial dinner. I wished the two of them luck when we left.
I met with Mary Lou during the week to finalize the profit sharing. I set a meeting for the following Wednesday—December 10th exactly as I promised.
I stood in front of the employees and I could see that they were nervous and expectant. “Congratulations, everyone. We had a great year with a profit of $2,157,207. I’m going to hold $357,207 in addition to whatever profit we have between now and end of the year for future needs. That leaves a million eight to be shared. Clericals and Ben you’ll share $378,000, or $23,625 each.” There was a roar in the room. Most of these people made less than $35,000 a year so this was a huge increase in their earnings. “Techs,” I continued, “you’re sharing $702,000, or $29,250. “We’re also going to have a holiday party next Saturday at Fontaine’s on Chambers Street—all the steak and lobster you want. Details will be coming in a memo tomorrow. Now, when I call your name come on up and get your check.” When I called Ben’s name I asked him, “Will you be bringing a date to the party, Ben?”
“Oh, yes, Jack. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” Most of the staff was shocked at this. They all knew that Ben never socialized.
“I hear she’s really hot, Ben.”
“The hottest, Jack—she’s downright beautiful.” I shook his hand, gave him his check and moved on. I wondered what everyone would say when he walked in with Sheila—my mother-in-law. I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou before we broke up. “I think most of you know that we’re really slow between Christmas and New Year’s. Jack has agreed to close up, so you all will get a week with pay. Marcie will monitor the answering machine twice a day and Jack and Stewart will handle anything that comes up. So, enjoy, people!” There was more cheering as we returned to work.
Ben had been making up for lost time, engaging with Sheila in one form of sex or another every single day, even during her period. Ben learned that she was extremely horny at that time so he was sure to take extra good care of her then. He often gave her oral at that time, knowing how much she loved it. The presence of blood in her pussy meant nothing to him; he was devoted to servicing her sexually. Tonight would be no different.
Ben came to see Sheila straight from work as was his custom. He was beaming about his profit-sharing check. He earned $35,000 a year so his bonus was a big increase, almost 70 percent. He had good reason to be up. Sheila met him at the door with her usual kiss. It was long and wet and hot. Never were their kisses just pecks on the cheeks. They always kissed with the utmost passion.
“Uh…Sheila, there’s going to be a Holiday Party next Saturday.”
“How nice. Are you trying to tell me something, Ben,” she asked, trying to be coy. She knew how shy he was and she thought that getting him to speak up was part of her job.
“Um, yes, uh…Sheila. I uh…”
“Ben, if you want something you have to ask for it. Now, come on, you can do it. I have faith in you.”
“Uh…Sheila, I want to go to the party. Will you go with me?” He sighed in relief when he was done.
“Of course, Ben. I would have been there even if you hadn’t asked me. Marcie told me about it, but I’d much rather go with you, darling. I love you.”
Ben stood there—shocked…amazed. He had wanted to tell her so many times but was afraid she would say it was too soon. He broke down and cried, but they were tears of joy. Sheila knew this and led him to the couch. She removed her blouse and bra. Ben knew he was to suckle; it always calmed him.
Sheila ran her hands through his hair. “I know you love me, too, Ben. I think we should be a real couple, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love you more than anything, Sheila. You’ve helped me in so many ways.” He had slipped to his knees while he was speaking so he continued, “Sheila, I’ve practiced this so many times while running. It’s the only way I could build up my nerve. Will you…marry me?” He was holding his breath, eyes closed, praying for her answer—the answer to his prayers.
“Oh, Ben…you have come so far since our first time together. All you could say then was ‘yes, Ma’am’ or ‘no, Ma’am.’ Do you remember? I’m glad you asked me, Ben. It means I won’t have to tell you to marry me. Yes, Ben…I will. I have loved you since our first weekend together when it was all I could do to get you to fuck me. You’ve made a lot of progress in that area, too, haven’t you? Now…I have a question for you.”
“Why don’t you just tell me, Sheila?”
“This isn’t something one decides alone, Ben. I went to the doctor last week. She told me my reproductive system was in excellent condition. Do you know what I’m saying, Ben?”
“Uh, no, Sheila…I don’t.”
“I’m asking if you think you’d like to be a father…the father of my child—our child. I’d love to have your baby, Ben. I think you’d be a wonderful father. We’re both ‘older’ but definitely not too old. That’s what I was trying to tell you.” Ben was speechless. He’d never thought of ever getting married, let alone being a parent. He looked up at Sheila, his wife-to-be, and smiled. Then he nodded and it was done. Sheila reached down and kissed him again and again and again. “Come on, I think we should tell Marcie and Jack.
Later,” she said with a wink, “we’ll have a big celebration.” She stopped off in her kitchen to wash his face then led him to the back door of the house. “Marcie? Jack? Are you home?”
“In the living room, Mother—c’mon in.” Hand in hand she pulled Ben with her.
“I just want you to know I’ll be going to the Holiday Party with my fiancé.” It took a second to register but then Marcie and Jack were on their feet hugging and kissing the happy couple.
“I think this calls for a celebration. Let’s go out to eat, shall we?”
“Sorry, Jack,” Ben replied, “we’re planning a little celebration of our own.” Jack, Marcie, and Sheila were shocked. They had never heard Ben speak so assertively. Sheila kissed his cheek, took his arm, and led him away knowing her little flower had bloomed at last. She turned and winked at Marcie just before turning the corner.
Marcie and I returned to the couch. We were stunned. We had hoped and prayed that things would work out for them, but never did we think they would marry. I looked at Marcie; she had the biggest smile on her face. “What,” I asked in my confusion.
“Mom told me she was thinking of speaking to him about it, but did you see that wink? She was telling me that he asked her first. Can you imagine that—shy submissive Ben finding the internal strength to ask her to marry him? What a night. You don’t expect me to cook on a night like this, do you?”
“I guess not. I offered them dinner out, so why not you? What would you like? Steak? Italian? Chinese? Burger?”
“None of the above—I think I’d enjoy…you.” She tried to give me her most demure look. She failed.
“OK, but I do have to eat something with some calories in it. You’re delicious, but definitely no-cal.” I rose from the couch, extended my hand and threw her over my shoulder when she took it. I shifted her into a fireman’s carry. She was laughing hysterically as I carried her down the hall to our bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed. “Strip, wench! I desire you!” Marcie laughed like crazy, but instead started to remove MY clothes. In seconds I was naked while she was clothed. I was reminded of some sleazy porn movie. Marcie pulled me onto the bed, rolled me over and climbed between my legs.
“Time out!” I called, “No fair; don’t I get a chance to do you?”
“If I recall correctly I got to choose what to eat and I picked you. Who said anything about you doing anything…other than cumming in my throat? Now lie back and enjoy. I’m really hungry—starving, in fact.” She stroked my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth. She massaged it with her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth. Marcie pulled back, allowing it to pop from her lips. She leaned down a bit and licked my asshole—that was a shock! I’d never imagined her doing anything like that. It sent jolts of electricity through my body as I gasped in dismay. She moved back to my cock licking all around and up and down my shaft. Oh God, she was driving me crazy. I wanted—no… I needed to cum. When Marcie wrapped those sweet lips around my cock I was done. My muscles contracted involuntarily, driving my hips into the air and my cock into her throat. I came hard as my semen shot straight into her stomach. I lay back, drained, as Marcie cleaned my cock.
“Had your fill? My turn now?”
“I have to admit—it was tasty and there sure was a lot of it, but I think I’ll be hungry for more again in an hour.”
“An hour? I’m not 25, you know.”
“Big deal—you’re 32. Trying to tell me you don’t want another in an hour?” She sounded serious but we both knew she was only teasing me.
“Truce? We both know I’ll never have enough of you and I hope you’ll never have enough of me, so why don’t I help you out of those clothes so I can have a turn then maybe we can both have a turn. I wouldn’t mind fucking you.”
“OK, truce. I want to talk to you about something important.” I leaned forward, concern etched onto my face. “I think I’m changing my mind—I want to have a baby. I know I told you I wanted to work and travel with you and I still do, but I really want your baby. Are you upset with me?”
I sat up and pulled her to me. “How could I possibly be upset about something like that? I have always wanted a family, you know that. I think you should go off the pill—now, this very minute. I love you so much, Marcie. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. Now, can I please fuck you?”
“Well…if you put it that way,” she made believe she was pouting, her lower lip extended. I reached out and grabbed it, pulling her closer for an amazing kiss. ‘OK, after that I think I’ll let you, but only if I can be on top.”
“Hate to say this, but if you want to get pregnant we’ll be doing a lot of missionary.”
“I don’t care…just as long as we do it every day, besides it will take a month or more to become fertile again.” I whispered that I loved her as I removed her blouse and bra. I lifted her to her knees so I could remove her skirt, slip, and panties. I laid back so she could massage my cock back to hardness. She smiled as it began to grow. It was about 85 percent there when she straddled me and her cunt engulfed me. She began to rock. I placed my hands on her hips as I joined her, thrusting into her hot tight hole. “I think I’m going to enjoy staying home as a mother. I’ve loved my job and I love seeing you all day and all night, but having a baby!”
“Don’t get too excited, being a mother is a lot of work—day and night. At least I’ll get to go to work so I can catch a nap.” Marcie laughed and “punched” me, but she giggled and soon we were laughing and fucking. We were having such a wonderful time together. Later, after we had both cum multiple times, we were both so tired. I nuked a couple of cans of ravioli for our dinner.
Sheila and Ben showered. Ben especially needed it. He was often so nervous that he sweated through his clothes. They washed each other tenderly—with love. No longer was Ben shy about touching her. He even welcomed the occasional finger up his asshole. He was tempted to do it to Sheila, but he wasn’t quite that daring. He would melt if she reprimanded him. Once they were dry she led him to the bed. Instead of climbing in to make love Sheila sat him next to her, “Ben, remember when I told you that I would go on the pill? I told you we could fuck without any protection, didn’t I? But, we’ve always used condoms. You are such a wonderful patient man that you never asked me why. Now I’m going to explain. When I saw the doctor I told her I was pretty sure this night would come and, hopefully, soon. She advised me not to do it. It could take between one and three months for me to become fertile again. I didn’t want to wait that long, so I made you use the condoms. Now, darling, I had another reason. I wanted this night to be special—the most special night in our lives so far. We’re engaged and we want a family. What could be more special than that?”
“Only thing I can think of Sheila would be having the baby.”
“You’re right, Ben. You’re so smart, did you know that? Now, I think we’ve talked long enough, don’t you? I want to feel you in my pussy and I want you to feel me, too.” She turned her head as her lips met his. Ben was putty in her hands. He would never be able to resist her kisses. Sheila kissed him one more time and rolled onto the bed. She pointed to her pussy and Ben scrambled on after her. “Missionary, Ben; I want to keep the semen in. Afterwards, I’ll l stay here for another fifteen minutes. Dr. Mays says that should be long enough.”
“It feels funny not to use a condom.”
“Trust me, Ben. After this you’ll never want to use one again. C’mon…you know what to do.” Sheila was so proud of Ben. As he became more familiar with her body he lost much of the nervousness that had plagued him earlier in the relationship. He ran his naked cock head up and down her slit several times. Her heat and the softness of her labia on his cock surprised him. This had to be the very best day of his life. He looked up at Sheila who nodded her consent as he made his first push. Oh, God—she felt so fantastic. He pushed a little farther and stopped. He needed to suckle before he imploded. “OK, Ben, I know you’re excited. Take a few minutes at my teat to calm yourself. This has been a big day for you. I’m surprised you’ve been able to make it this far. Take your time; I love when you do this, but you’ll have to stop when I’m breast feeding. I’ll need all my milk for the baby.”
Ben suckled for a few minutes. Sheila could see the pulsing in his neck slow. She knew he was almost ready. Sure enough, Ben moved up, smiled at her, and returned to her slit. Up and down her ran his cock until it was coated with her sweet secretions. He pushed in an inch then two. Soon he was in four inches. He pulled back and thrust forward again. He relaxed when he was seated in her silky smooth pussy. “Oh, Sheila, it feels heavenly, so much better than with the condom.” He pulled out and thrust back in. Ben began a slow rhythm that Sheila matched. She raised her legs, changing the sensations Ben was experiencing. When she wrapped her legs around him she pulled him all the way into her. Ben’s body was working on automatic pilot. It functioned on its own—no thinking required. His pace increased as he neared the most important orgasm of his fifty years.
Sheila reached down between them to stimulate her clit. She, too, was incredibly excited. The prospect of marrying and conceiving was just as overwhelming to her as it was to Ben. Unfortunately, she couldn’t reach her own teat to suckle and she had to be strong for Ben. Their pace increased with their need. It was almost ten minutes when their time ran out. Need overtook them. Sheila shook in spasm; Ben made one hard final thrust as his sperm-laden semen flooded her womb. Ben was exhausted, but sublimely happy. He had never experienced anything like this. Fucking Sheila was awesome, but doing it naked—flesh upon flesh—was indescribable. He knelt, his cock popping out of her, and held her legs on his shoulders, saving her the exertion and energy. “Well done, Ben—with luck you’ll soon be a dad.” Ben beamed from her compliment. He loved Sheila more than life itself.
The following day Sheila picked Ben up at noon to get their license. Marcie had told the receptionist to expect her so she walked first to Marcie’s desk. They hugged and kissed until Ben arrived. Then Sheila kissed Ben. They held hands out the door. Everyone still in the building knew about the encounter by 12:10; the rest by the time they returned at 1:00. I was in a meeting with Stewart and a junior tech when one of the accounts receivable clerks walked in. “Sorry to interrupt—I just saw Ben with his girlfriend. Wow, Ben really did good. She’s very attractive. Who would have thought—Ben?”
Stewart commented, “Gee, I heard you talking to him at the meeting yesterday, but I thought he was kidding.”
“No, Stewart, he’s definitely not kidding. I know her and she is really something. I’ll introduce you at the party. I’m sure she’ll be there.” I let the rest slide until then.
CHAPTER 19
Marcie and I stood at the door to Fontaine’s, one of the best prime steak houses in our area. I had heard that it once belonged to Frank Fontaine the old-time singer/comedian from the Jack Benny and Jackie Gleason shows. Of course, Marcie knew nothing about him. I bought the place for the entire evening. It was expensive, but worth every penny. We decided to have assigned seats so we could get everyone to meet other employees they might otherwise never get to know. Each employee had a new i-pad at his/her seat as a gift from Marcie and me. Ben and Sheila had driven with us and had helped with the gifts and seat cards. They were at our table along with Mary Lou and her husband, Ed.
I made a short welcoming speech, thanking everyone for their hard work during the year. I mentioned Bill Wells, saying how pleased he would be with how everything had turned out. “Finally, I know everyone is wondering about Ben’s date, or perhaps I should have said fiancé for Ben has told us that he and Sheila will wed on Christmas Eve. I’m pleased that I will be the best man and that Marcie will be the matron of honor. Best of all, Ben is about to become my father-in-law. Sheila is Marcie’s mother.” There was applause and shouts like, ‘Way to go, Ben!’ from the crew. I finished and the DJ began the music. I wasn’t surprised to see Sheila lead Ben to the dance floor. Sheila had spent much of the past week teaching him to dance. He shuffled around, but isn’t that what most of us do?
The party was a huge success—the food was great, the DJ was great, and everyone came to congratulate Ben. As shy as Ben was he was also liked and admired by all in the firm. He was helpful to a fault and he never lost his temper despite the sometimes impossible requests made by his coworkers. The only time Ben had shown any aggression was when he was running. Sheila had insisted that he continue even though he would often have preferred to be with her. “You need to have other interests, Ben, and running is so good for you. You have wonderful stamina for a man your age. You need that when you’re with me. I’m insatiable when it comes to you. You know that.” Ben complied with her wishes as he always did. He knew who was in charge of their relationship and had been ever since their first night together.
We went to work the following Monday and Tuesday then closed that evening for the holiday. We were up early Wednesday morning for the wedding. Marcie and I took the lucky couple out for breakfast. It was obvious that Ben was nervous.
“Ben gets nervous a lot. I usually allow him to suckle at my breast to calm himself, but I can’t do it here so he’ll have to wait until we get home.” Instead she held him to her breast and kissed his head.
“Relax, buddy you should have seen me when Marcie and I got married. I was cool on the outside, but on the inside it was worse than my encounter with Tom Petersen.” Marcie pretended to be upset as she threw her napkin at me. Our antics had the desired effect—we all laughed, including Ben. After that he was fine. We walked together into Town Hall and upstairs to the Justice’s office. They said their vows, I gave Ben and Sheila the rings, they kissed, and it was done. They were officially man and wife. I shook Ben’s hand and kissed my mother-in-law. Marcie kissed and hugged both and we walked out. I kidded Ben about his good timing. Now he’d be able to file his taxes as joint rather than single. We went home. Later Marcie and I would treat them to a fine lunch, but now she gave her mother our gift, a check for $10,000.
Ben would move from his apartment the day after Christmas bringing only his clothing and his trophies from his running successes. He also had some family photos, although judging from what they’d done to him I guessed all would be happier with them in the trash. Sheila had asked him about his family in an attempt to learn why he was so submissive. She learned that he had grown up on a large farm. His father was always busy with the chores and the crops so raising the family fell to his domineering and demanding mother. Ben had four siblings, all girls and all much older than he was—Ben had been the product of an accidental and unintended pregnancy. His sisters had bullied him and sometimes even beaten him into submission to get their way. His father was no help. He wanted a he-man for a son; Ben was slender and shy. His father’s idea of a manly sport was football or baseball, not what he called a sissy sport like running. Even when Ben won the county cross country meet twice, there was no compliment from his father. Ben’s only salvation came when he received a full scholarship to the state university which, fortunately, was more than a hundred miles away—away from all the problems at home from the domineering women. He left for his freshman year and never returned. He worked and went to summer school every year until he graduated. Then he was fortunate to find employment with William Wells in the safe mailroom. He’d been there ever since.
Sheila and Ben relaxed in our living room while Marcie and I made some final touches to our decorations. Marcie was very curious when I put her presents—three boxes –under the tree. All three boxes were much larger than their contents. I knew Marcie. She’d turn and shake all three in an effort to find out what they were, but I was too smart for that—I hoped. Thank God tomorrow was Christmas Day. I also brought out our gifts for Mom and Ben.
We took them out for lunch, running into Stewart and Amanda, so we asked them to join us. I noticed Amanda’s finger—it had a ring on it. I took her hand and checked it out. “Oh, you sly dog, Stewart; when were you going to tell us?”
“After the holiday–or maybe if we had to go to work–next week; we’re both very happy.” They were—I could see it in their faces. I’d had my problems with Amanda, but that was ancient history. I had Marcie now and that was all that mattered.
Changing the subject, I asked Amanda, “Have you heard the latest about Tom?”
“I’m past him now. I really couldn’t care. Stewart and I are making a fresh start. I’ve told him all about everything, including how I abused and cheated on you. He still wants me for some reason.”
“I’m glad you told him. I really think that honesty is essential in any relationship. But, getting back to Tom, the D.A. phoned me last week. Tom is still threatening to kill me almost every time he opens his mouth, even after more than three months of intensive therapy. The judge has mandated that he stay in the state hospital until he shows signs of being cured. The D.A. told me the doctors doubt that will ever happen. They think he’ll be there for life. I hate the bastard, but….”
Marcie put her finger to my lips. “We’re here to celebrate…a marriage and an engagement. I don’t want you getting upset because of something you can’t control. Let’s just have fun and enjoy the company.” Good advice as usual from my lovely wife.
Ben and Sheila retired to their apartment once we were home. That was hardly a surprise. Marcie had told me that they made love every single day—usually multiple times—according to her mother. Boy, what women talk about! Men can be pretty crude at times, but few of us talk about sex with our wives. Marcie and I relaxed in the living room. She walked suddenly to the garage and came back struggling with a really big box. I offered to help her, but no—not going to happen. “Oh, sure—you accuse me of wanting to shake my presents and now you want to handle yours. You’re just going to wait until tomorrow, unless you want to make some accommodation, like opening them now.”
“Marcie,” I replied, “you are so transparent. You just want to get into your presents. Admit it!”
“OK, I admit it—I’m like a kid in a candy shop.” I laughed and pulled her onto my lap. “Tell you what; you can open the green one.”
“Really? You mean it?” I nodded as she went for the box. She really was like a kid at Christmas. She tore into the wrapping and opened the box. The look in her eyes when she saw the second box was priceless. She took it out and gave me a dirty look. I nodded and she opened it. Inside was a small box labeled, “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Collection—1950.”
“Is this the one I remind you of? How do you know about her? You’re not that much older than me?” I explained how my mom and dad loved their comedy and how we had watched this channel of retro shows. I took one of the DVD’s and put it into the player. We sat back and laughed. They were as funny now as they were more than sixty years ago. We had a wonderful afternoon laughing at and with each other.
We phoned Sheila to see if they were coming up for air yet. We offered them pizza, but they declined, wanting to spend the day alone with each other. I couldn’t blame them, Marcie and I felt the same when we were first married—hell, we still did. I ordered a pizza and delivery so we wouldn’t have to go out. The weather wasn’t all that great and I always worried about drunks on the road during the holidays.
We finished dinner around ten so I gave Marcie three options—stay up until midnight and open our gifts, wait until tomorrow morning, or open them now. I wasn’t the least surprised that she chose door number three. We moved to the tree. Marcie sat on the floor as she took her second box into her hands. Again there was a box within a box and this one held “The Jackie Gleason Collection.”
She held the final and started to shake it. “I wouldn’t.” was all I said. She opened it and found a small square blue velvet box, about eight inches on a side and an inch thick. Opening the lid her eyes went as big as saucers. She looked at me and back to the box. “Oh, Jack…they’re beautiful.”
“Well, c’mon over here and I’ll put them on you.” She was almost shaking as she placed the box into my hands. I removed her earrings and replaced them with the emerald and diamond bangles. I took the emerald and diamond necklace and fastened it around her slender neck. Finally I slipped the exquisite ring onto her finger. She jumped up to look in the mirror. “Jack, these must have cost you a fortune.”
“They did, but you’re worth every penny and you look so beautiful in them. You’d also look beautiful in rags.” She kissed me for an awfully long time, grinding her lips into mine as her tongue danced in my mouth.
She broke the kiss and brought my gifts to me. I opened the first to find a set of golf clubs. “You need a hobby; you work too much and too hard. Dorothy Wells has called me three times to invite you to play at her club.” I had to agree. I just didn’t know if golf was the diversion I needed or wanted. I knew one thing. If I was going to learn the game I wanted Marcie to learn it, too. My next gift was a new golf bag and shoes. Finally was an envelope—a gift certificate for ten lessons from the Stonehurst club pro.
I pulled her up and whispered in her ear—time for our daily practice. She gave me a wicked grin and led me to the bedroom. We slowly undressed each other. There was at least one long kiss for each garment, including one for each sock and shoe. We stood together caressing each other. I ran my hands up and down her back, ending at her butt. They stayed there for several minutes. Marcie leaned back and looked up at my face, “Oh, you are so predictable.”
“I can’t help it; I’m in love with your butt…among many other things.” I kissed her again and maneuvered her to the bed.
“Very predictable,” she joked as she rolled on top of me. My hard cock was between our bodies as she rubbed her pussy into it, making it even harder, if possible, and covering it with her secretions. I kissed her again and rubbed her butt, squeezing her cheeks with my hands. “Yes,” she kidded, “extremely predictable; next you’ll probably want to fuck me.”
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You’re beautiful, incredibly sexy and for some even more incredible reason you’re in love with me.”
“I don’t know about the first two, but the last—definitely. I am so terribly in love with you and I have been for years. Instead of cooling down, I’m getting hotter for you every day. You’re one of the most generous, kindest men I’ve ever known and you’re kind of sexy yourself, too.”
I shook my head. “If I’m so sexy, why aren’t you fucking me? You’re on top. Do I have to manhandle you, or what?” She lifted her body and slid down my thick hard cock. Marcie closed her eyes as her pussy was stretched almost to the breaking point. She had told me many times that this was her favorite part of fucking—the stretching of her tissues as my cock disappeared within her body. It was also one of my favorite parts, too, but then I loved everything about fucking her—absolutely everything. Sometimes I almost hated cumming because it meant an end to our fun.
Now I was rising to meet Marcie as she pushed her big clit into me. Her eyes were still closed. I knew she did that to concentrate on what was happening to her cunt. I could feel it pulse around my cock as I drove into her repeatedly until she clenched her muscles around me. I blew into her five times. She grunted every time I did until she froze for a second then shook and shuddered wildly. I pulled her to me, afraid she might hurt herself. We rested until our breathing had returned to normal. I pulled the blanket over us, kissed her soft lips and whispered, “Merry Christmas, you’re the best present I ever got.” She kissed me briefly and we were asleep.
CHAPTER 20
Christmas morning was wonderful. We shared our gifts with Sheila and Ben who looked even more tired than we were. I had weeks ago offered to take us out for dinner but was outvoted. Instead Ben had volunteered to bake what he called his famous Maple Ham. I was willing to help, but was shooed out of the kitchen by Sheila. Instead, Marcie and I watched another Burns and Allen CD. Once again we howled at the ditzy Gracie and her deadpan husband George Burns. She reminded me so much of Marcie. After one episode she actually admitted it, “She does remind me of me–not all the time, but some of the time.”
“Maybe I should take up cigar smoking. Then I could be George to your Gracie.” She shook her head violently, “No smoking. I want you to live a long time…with me.” We had just finished another episode when the phone rang. It was Stewart and Amanda wishing us a merry Christmas. We chatted for a while and I could see Marcie pantomiming. I nodded “OK” and asked Stewart what they were doing for dinner.
“Not much, I hate going out on holidays. The menu is always limited and the food is usually lousy. All the waiters wish they were home.”
“Have I got an offer for you! Come on over here. Ben is making his famous ham…no, I haven’t had it yet, but you know Ben, he’s not the type to brag. Marcie insists there’s plenty of food, and no, I don’t want you to bring anything other than your fiancé. OK, come whenever. I think we’re eating around six.”
They came over around three. I made the introductions for Amanda, commenting only briefly that she was my ex. Marcie brought out some hors d’oeuvre’s. We all chatted amiably, full of the holiday spirit until it was time for dinner. I had to admit the ham smelled fantastic. Ben brought in the platter with the whole ham. It was covered thickly in a maple syrup glaze and there were dozens of cloves placed into parallel grooves he had cut into the ham. Ben removed several dozen cloves and expertly carved several slices for each of us. I could see Sheila beaming at her husband. I was praying the ham would taste as good as it looked. For once my prayers were answered; it was the best, the most delicious ham I had ever eaten. Apparently, I wasn’t alone in my assessment. Ben received many compliments for his cooking, but not well. He began hyperventilating and might have become physically ill had not Sheila taken him into the next room.
I assured Stewart and Amanda that he’d be OK, “Sheila has a special treatment for him. They’ll be back in a few minutes.” Sure enough, he was. We did our best to be careful with him. We all knew how fragile he could be.
As Mary Lou had predicted business was dead between Christmas and New Year’s Day. I was glad I’d given the staff the week off. The business could be pretty hectic at times and it was great to have some time to recharge. We stayed home New Year’s Eve, eating Chinese take-out and playing board games like Parcheesi. We had a real blast. It got even better when we played one of the Burns and Allen DVD’s. Even Sheila noticed the similarity between Gracie and Marcie. I was glad for the rest because when we returned to work the shit really hit the fan.
The phone rang almost non-stop on January 2nd. I couldn’t believe how busy we were. I spoke to Stewart and we agreed to suspend on-site work until things calmed down. We couldn’t afford to spend days doing nothing but traveling. I also arranged for Saturday work, promising two days off in the future for each one worked now. All our employees were salaried. As such they weren’t entitled to overtime.
We were so busy that I completely lost track of time. One day, I think it was a Wednesday, Marcie reminded me that we had a doctor’s appointment the following afternoon. It skipped my mind until the next day around 2:30 when Ben asked if he could leave an hour early. I OK’d it and stepped outside my office just in time to see Marcie gathering up her coat and hat. “I’m glad you remembered, Jack. Let’s go.” I closed my office and drove. Marcie and I had “practiced” every day in missionary. Now we were seeing her gynecologist. She was about two weeks late so we were extremely hopeful.
I hated going to the doctor; it was usually a complete waste of time. I almost always knew what my problem was and what to do about it, so why bother? This time was the exception. We were hoping for the best of news. We waited in the office for what seemed to be forever. Being the only male in the waiting room didn’t help, but suddenly I found a familiar face. Ben and Sheila walked in as surprised to see us as we were to see them. We chatted until we were called, but neither of us said a word about why we were there. Dr. Mays had Marcie pee on several home pregnancy sticks. They all came up positive. She tested Marcie’s blood and that was conclusive. We walked out hoping to see her mother, but they were obviously in one of the exam rooms so we went home.
We sat there nervously waiting for them. We were going to celebrate and we wanted them with us. We were home perhaps an hour when we heard Mom call from the back door. She walked in and announced, “I have some news.”
“So do I,” replied Marcie.
“OK, you go first,” said Mom.
“No, you,” Marcie replied.
“Oh, geez—why don’t you go together, you know, at the same time?” I was getting frustrated.
They counted down together, “One…two…three…I’M PREGNANT!” I didn’t know who was more shocked. We all stood there for a minute until we rushed together, hugging and kissing and giving our mutual congratulations. Just when I thought we had calmed down Marcie and Sheila hugged again and began that jumping up and down that only women can do.
CHAPTER 21
I’d never for a second thought that Sheila and Ben would have a child, but then I never thought that they would marry either which goes to show how little I know about people. After all the jumping and hugging had died down, we took Sheila and Ben to dinner. We talked then and throughout the night until we all had to get to sleep. Three of us had to work; we were still swamped. The biggest issue was where Sheila and Ben would live. The apartment was fine for one or two, but not for a growing family. A child would require another room that didn’t exist there. They needed a house and I had just the one they needed.
I phoned Amanda and asked her to show the house to my in-laws. They liked it, especially the location—close to work so Ben could run there and back, and on a lightly traveled road. There was a good sized lot, but I already knew that having grown up there. I agreed to buy it and rent it to them for $100 a month.
Amanda was glad to be out of there and I was glad to own my family’s home again so it was clearly a win-win situation. Mom agreed to move into our place if needed during a business trip although I wasn’t so sure I wanted our baby left behind while we traveled.
Marcie and I wanted to celebrate our good luck and that meant a night of really great sex. We were up so late the night we learned she was pregnant that we had to delay until the following night. We brought home sandwiches and salads from a deli so we wouldn’t waste a second. We were in the shower and out before eight and in bed when the living room clock struck the hour. I laid there on my side with Marcie savoring her feel of her long slender body against mine. We kissed often, telling each other how much we were in love. We must have cuddled for an hour when Marcie grew impatient. She threw her leg over mine, making her hot pussy accessible to me. Her hand guided me to her slit and into her core. I can’t say it was the best position lying on our sides like that, but Marcie’s pussy always felt…wonderful…fantastic, and this was no different. We moved slowly for several minutes, exploring the new sensations as we continued to kiss and rub our bodies against each other.
Without warning, Marcie pushed me onto my back. “I can get up here again now that I’m pregnant. I’ve missed it.” She straddled my hips and impaled herself on my thick cock. “I have missed this, not that missionary is bad. Any time your cock is in me is just so…it makes me tingle all over.”
I leaned forward to kiss her again. “It does a lot for me, too. Why do you think I want to do it all the time? Sure, I want to cum—who doesn’t, but with you the journey is even better.” She fell forward and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth and teeth as she gripped my head forcefully. When she finished she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and nibbled gently. I had never been so turned on in my life. I drove my cock deep into her, exactly as she loved it. I was so vigorous that I lifted her off the bed time and time again until I exploded into her. I could see her eyes flutter as her orgasm ripped through her body. She shook for several seconds before landing gently on my chest. I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek until she calmed and rested. I told her over and over how much I loved her. I could never tell her often enough.
I became a frequent visitor as did Ben to the OB/GYN office. That’s where I learned that women living together often find their periods coinciding. We had fucked every day for months and so had my mother-in-law and Ben. We had no idea when either Sheila or Marcie had conceived, but we were amateurs at this. Dr. Mays had no trouble determining the date—not exactly, but within a day or two. Sheila had conceived almost a month to the day before Marcie. Her baby would be born in early September; Marcie was due four weeks later in October.
With all the growth in the company I decided to implement a 401(k) program. The firm would match contributions up to $5,000. The match would reduce our profit, but the money was going to the employees so I doubted anyone would complain. We held a meeting late one afternoon once business had returned to normal. I opened the session, turning it over to Mary Lou for the details. “Welcome, again everyone—I have some news for all of you before we get to the gist of the meeting. I’m sure you’d like to know that Marcie and I are expecting.” I hesitated while everyone applauded. “And, I know you’ll be thrilled to learn that Ben is also going to be a father.” This news was greeted by cheering. “And, not only has Stewart recently married, but his wife is also pregnant.” I didn’t mention that he had married my ex–that was for Stewart to decide. Then I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou.
I added two new employees and a new division—Training and Education—hiring two young and attractive female teachers. I wanted people who knew how to structure and evaluate lessons and I could pay much more than the local school districts. Marcie teased me, but I knew what would hold the attention of our clients, and guys weren’t it. Then I decided we had enough—no more growth. We had forty-eight employees; that was probably more than I wanted. I had learned that the more employees, the more problems. Thank God I had Mary Lou to deal with them.
Business was booming so I decided to raise our rates. It was the first increase in more than four years so none of the clients objected. I went on twenty client trips by July and took Marcie on all of them, but in July I decided she had to stop. I wasn’t taking any chances with the health and safety of our child. We had a sonogram at four months but we decided not to learn the baby’s sex. We learned that Sheila and Ben had made the same decision.
I knew that raising a baby would be a lot of work, but I never realized that the months before the birth could be hectic, too. Marcie wanted the room papered so we had to pick out the pattern and, not knowing the sex meant the selection was difficult. Then there was the furniture—just picking that out took weeks. Marcie was also closely involved with her mother and that took a lot of her time, too. As much time as we spent I had to admit it was also a lot of fun. We were planning for our family…for our future together.
By July Marcie was showing her pregnancy, her slender body bulging with the growing fetus. I teased her several times that she looked like an olive on a toothpick, the kind one would find in a martini. She scowled at me and then we both laughed, hugging and kissing madly. We always wound up in bed holding and touching and caressing and loving each other. We still saw Sheila and Ben often, but not every day was we had when Sheila had lived with us. I turned the apartment into a home office and den. Marcie and I especially enjoyed sitting in front of the fireplace in the cool weather, the heat blowing out to us from the red hot embers. In the summer we turned on the air conditioning, relaxing in the cool climate-controlled room.
I was in my office at work one day in mid-July when Ben asked to see me. His face showed concern. I sat him at the conference table while I asked Marcie to get us coffee. “What’s up, Ben? You look worried.”
“I am, Jack. It’s Sheila—she’s having trouble with the baby. Dr. Mays said it’s to be expected because of her age. I don’t know what to do. I’d be lost without her.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions, Ben. Women are much stronger than we are. We hate to admit it, but it’s true. Does Dr. Mays know how bad she is?”
“That’s what worries me, Jack. She won’t tell Dr. Mays. You know I can’t make her. What can I do?” I called Marcie to join us and explained the problem. I told her to take the afternoon off. She left immediately, taking my car.
Marcie returned just before five. “I hope I didn’t get Ben into trouble,” she told me. “I went to see her and forced her to see Dr. Mays immediately. She wasn’t pleased to hear about it. She’s ordered Mom to bed for the remainder of her term. Can I take some time off? I need to be with her. I think we should tell Ben, too.” I called down to the mailroom; Ben almost ran to my office.
“Ben,” I began, “Marcie took Sheila to see Dr. Mays. She’s OK, but she has to stay in bed for the rest of her pregnancy. Marcie will take time off from work to help her. We’ll drive you home this afternoon. I know you’re concerned.” Ben was almost in tears as we left the building. He rushed into the house and ran into their bedroom. Sheila was there as he fell to his knees by the bed.
“I don’t blame you, darling. You showed incredible strength by telling Jack. You might have saved my life. I’m sorry I was so stubborn. Come here so I can kiss you.” They were engaged in the long deep kiss when Marcie and I walked in.
Marcie cleared her throat and smiled when they broke apart. “I’m glad to see you’re not angry at Ben, Mother. Shall I make dinner for you?” Ben thanked her again and said he would do it. Dinner was one of his responsibilities and he enjoyed serving his wife every night. From now on they’d eat here in the bedroom. We kissed Sheila and hugged Ben then took our leave. Marcie told her she would be back at nine tomorrow morning.
The last two months of Sheila’s pregnancy were difficult—a nightmare, actually. I didn’t know if she would make it, but somehow she did. The baby, a beautiful girl, was taken by C-section to save Sheila the stress of natural birth. Dr. Mays tied her tubes during the surgery. It was what Sheila and Ben wanted. Their love for each other was expressed daily; something they wanted to continue once Sheila was able. The threat of another pregnancy that could kill Sheila would ruin that and destroy Ben at the same time.
Marcie also struggled in the last month of her pregnancy. She wasn’t ill, but she was tired of carrying an extra twenty pounds around, tired of having to pee almost every hour, and tired of pain in her back. I was sympathetic, of course. I rubbed her feet and massaged her back. I ate her pussy until Dr. Mays forbade sex of any kind. Like many other women with their first child, Marcie was late, holding the baby for an extra ten days when Dr. Mays gave an ultimatum—she would induce labor if Marcie wasn’t ready in another four days.
I was at work and Marcie was at home resting when she called me. I ran out like I’ve never run before. I tore home in the Porsche. I bundled her into the SUV—it was much easier getting in and out than the 911. I phoned Dr. Mays on the way to the hospital. I just prayed it wasn’t false labor. Marcie was taken to a room while I phoned Sheila. She was almost back to normal five weeks after the birth. She and Ben had named the girl Samantha—Samantha Marcie Randolph, a beautiful name for a beautiful baby. I had tried to talk with Marcie about a name, but she refused until the baby was born. I turned to Marcie and held her hand. I wiped her forehead with a towel and brought her water to drink. I was there when Dr. Mays arrived. Her scrubs and cap showed she was ready. I excused myself to use the men’s room and while I was gone Marcie’s water broke. Now I was really nervous. I phoned Sheila to tell her; I didn’t know what else to do.
Marcie called me to her. “Please stay here next to me, Jack. I’ll need your strength to help me.” Oh God, Marcie was relying on me and I was a nervous wreck. I stood by her head and kissed her cheek as I ran my fingers through her hair. I knew some fathers-to-be would take videos of the birth, but I thought that was in poor taste. Who could I show it to? Marcie would kill me. I’d rather be here where I could encourage her, hold her hands, and give her what little courage I had.
Dr. Mays walked out and returned ten minutes later with a nurse. Together they measured to see how much Marcie had dilated. “It’ll be a while yet. Why don’t you get something to eat or drink, Jack?” I looked at Marcie, afraid to leave her side.
“Go ahead, darling. Please get me a Sprite with lots of ice.” She reached up to stroke my head. Great! She was soothing me. I kissed her and told her I’d be back as soon as possible. I took the elevator down to the cafeteria. I debated whether I should get something to eat, deciding on a burger. It was likely to be a long night. I wolfed it down and ran back to the room.
Marcie laughed when she saw me, “You have ketchup on your shirt. I’m glad you had a bite. Dr. Mays told me not to expect anything for hours. She thinks the baby will come early tomorrow morning.” I pulled up a chair and settled in for the duration. Marcie and I chatted about everything and nothing. We talked about Samantha and how Ben was growing into his role as a father. He had been almost superhuman during the last weeks of Sheila’s pregnancy and the weeks since with Sheila still laid up in bed. Sheila told Marcie about Ben changing Samantha’s diapers and bathing her. Unlike many fathers he loved all the dirty work. Maybe it was part of his submissive nature, but he was on the way to being an outstanding father.
I had been there for quite a while with Marcie. Dr. Mays and the nurse were in and out, recording the frequency of Marcie’s contractions. I had no idea what time it was and was shocked when I checked my watch—it was almost eleven. We had been there for seven hours and nothing much had happened. I could see the Marcie was starting to experience some serious pain as the contractions became stronger and more frequent. It really began just before midnight. Marcie cried out in pain and I became concerned until Dr. Mays arrived. “Stand by her, Jack. She’ll need you now. It’s begun. You’ll be a father soon.”
I held Marcie’s hands and encouraged her to push. She was wringing wet. I knew she was having a terrible time when she cursed me and screamed from the pain. Mercifully, it was soon over. I heard the first cry just after two. “You have a beautiful baby girl. She weighs…OK, seven pounds, eleven ounces and wait until you see her head of hair…no doubt she’s your daughter Marcie.”
She brought the bundle to Marcie to hold. Oh God, she was so tiny. “What are we going to call her,” I asked Marcie.
“Amanda Jacqueline Anderson,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Stop and think, Jack. Open your mind and your heart.” I did, closing my eyes to concentrate. I looked back into our past. I saw that my soul was dark—black as pitch—with thoughts of hatred and revenge against my wife and her lover. Slowly, I saw that darkness disappear, replaced with the bright pure light of Marcie’s love. I learned to forgive and to love. Opening my eyes I looked down at Marcie, smiled and nodded. I leaned down to kiss her and tell her again how much I loved her.

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