Chapter Twenty-Six

Stephen

We’re both staring at each other.

I’m totally blown away by my wife. How did I get so lucky to have this incredible woman fall for me? And now she’s giving me not one, but ~two~ beautiful kids.

“Do either of you have any questions?” Dr. Carter asks.

We glance at each other and then burst into laughter.

“Tons, but where do we even begin?” I say.

“That’s a normal reaction, Stephen.”

“Can you give us more details, Dr. Carter?” Trinity asks.

“What’s our next step? When can we find out the sex? Are they identical? I can't even think straight, I have so many thoughts racing in my head!”

We all share a nervous laugh.

“First things first, we need to get you on prenatal vitamins. They’ll help with your pregnancy, fatigue, and the babies’ development.”

“I’d like to see you every two weeks at first. Once we hit the twelve to sixteen-week mark, monthly visits should be fine.”

“The good news is, as you can see from your scans, both babies have their own sac and placenta. That means they’re fraternal twins, not identical.”

“This is the case for 70% of twin births and it significantly reduces potential problems. They’re each getting their own nutrients from the placenta, instead of sharing like identical twins would.”

“Another plus with fraternal twins is you’ll be able to tell them apart easily.”

“If you want, and if the babies cooperate, we should be able to determine their sexes around the fourteen to sixteen-week mark. Any other questions?”

“What about delivery?” I ask. “I know it’s a long way off, but should we be worried about anything for my wife or the kids?”

“That’s a good question, Stephen. Modern medicine has come a long way. The longer your wife can carry, the more options we have.”

“If your wife can carry past the thirty-six-week mark, there’s no reason she can’t have a natural vaginal birth if that’s what she wants.”

“And if she can’t?”

“We’ll choose the safest option for both your wife and the babies. The goal is to get your wife to the thirty-two-week mark. That’s great for multiple births and gives both babies a healthy start.”

“With the right care, there’s no reason your babies shouldn’t grow healthy and be delivered successfully,” she says. “Try not to worry too much.”

“Around the twenty-eight-week mark, we’ll increase the frequency of visits to make sure everything is progressing safely and hitting the right developmental milestones.”

“We’ll regularly conduct tests to make sure everything is going well. We’ll check for chromosomal abnormalities and monitor both your wife and the babies at the appropriate times.”

“Multiple births are pretty common now. There’s no reason to think your pregnancy will be any different, Trinity.”

“The best advice I can give, and I give this to all expecting mothers, is to listen to your body. If you're tired, rest. If you’re hungry, eat more often.”

“Thank you, Dr. Carter,” Trinity says.

“Congratulations to both of you. Enjoy this time. I’ll send your results and tests to your GP so we can access your full file.”

“In the meantime, I’d like to do a follow-up scan in three weeks. But if you have any concerns before then, remember we’re here to help.”

We thank the doctor and head back to the car.

The whole way home, I hold her hand tightly. I’ve never been more in love with my wife than I am right now, and my heart aches for her.

We get home and she heads into the kitchen to make coffee for me and tea for herself.

I sneak up behind her in the kitchen and give her butt a squeeze. She laughs and swats my hand away, but I do it again.

I love her beautiful butt, and after seeing inside her womb today and knowing she’s carrying not one but two of my children, I’m incredibly turned on.

I start kissing her neck softly.

I’m craving her. I start rubbing against her from behind.

She moans for me and drops the teaspoon onto the counter.

“Here?” she asks.

“Here,” I confirm.

She reaches back and tugs my hair. She purrs in my ear, “Take what’s yours.”

“I intend to.”

I spin her around to face me, my hands on the counter on either side of her, trapping her between me and the counter.

I bring one hand around and gently touch her belly.

“Our babies,” I whisper.

She whispers back, “Our babies.”

I lean down, slowly dragging my lips across her jaw to her ear.

“Take off your panties.” I feel her shiver as I whisper in her ear, “Let daddy in, baby, let me in between your legs.”

“Oh God, Stephen, you’re turning me on so much right now.”

“Take off your panties now, for me. I need to be inside you. I'm so hard for you.”

“Oh fuck,” she gasps.

I lean back a bit and watch her slide her panties down her legs. They pool around her ankles.

“Oh yes, baby, yes. Those sexy little panties around your ankles. Leave them there, I want to see them while I'm inside you.”

“God, I'm so wet right now, Stephen.”

“Mm, I’m so hard right now.”

I push my hips forward and we start grinding against each other. She buries her head in my chest, gripping my biceps, and I hear her purring.

“Mm, purr for me, kitten. Damn, that's the sexiest sound in the world.” I reach around, grabbing a handful of her ass, pulling her in tighter. “Why do you have to be so irresistible, baby? You get me hard so quickly.”

“Oh, please, I need that big hard cock of yours,” she purrs.

“How bad do you need it, sweetheart?”

“I need you to pound my wet little hole. Touch me, feel how wet I’m for you already.”

I let out a loud growl and my hand drops between her legs as I slide one finger up her long slit. I look her straight in the eyes as I bring that finger up and suck it.

“Mm, my girl tastes so wet and juicy.”

“Oh, Stephen, I need you. Give me your dick, hard up in my belly, I need it now.”

We both start fumbling with my pants and unzip them and get them down past my hips.

We’re both frenzied now and couldn't even be bothered getting our clothes off. We just needed each other badly.

“Ride me, baby.”

“Yes.”

I pick her up, lining myself up with her slit as she wraps her legs around me and I sink her down on me.

She grips the bench behind her as her butt hangs off the edge of the bench and I hold her underneath it, thrusting up into her.

“Oh, yes, yes! Fuck yes, bounce on me baby, take it all. Take all of me.”

“Oh yes, I love riding your big fat cock,” she whimpers. “I love it when you fill me up!”

I watch as she throws her head back, giving me a perfect view of her neck and shoulders as I lean forward and bite down on her collarbone.

“FUCK! Fuck, ~yes~, fuck me harder!”

“Oh God, I'm gonna cum fast baby, I'm so worked up. I need to cum in you hard.”

I'm smashing into her, I'm so hot for her right now.

We’re fucking like animals on the kitchen bench, our clothes pushed down or pulled up but not even bothering to get them off we needed it that badly.

We’re going so wild on each other that we don't even hear the kitchen door.

“Damn! What it is with you two fucking in the kitchen all the time and getting caught?” Clint bursts out laughing.

I stop momentarily as I hear that jerk laughing as he walks straight back out.

I feel my wife trying to push me to get down.

“Don't you dare? I'm too far gone. I need you. I need you to finish me off, baby.”

That sends her wild again and we start pounding into each other like crazy desperate for a release.

“~Yes~! Right there yes, yes! Oh yes, I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming on your cock, yes! Oh!”

I feel her walls crashing in on my cock milking it for its juice and it pushes me over the edge as I cum hard inside her shaking and grunting like an animal.

“Yes, take it all, yes! Fuck me, baby! FUCK!”

I stay inside her until I stop shaking and gently place her up on the bench.

“God, I love you,” I say. “I'm so sorry baby, I needed you so badly.”

“Mm, don't apologize I needed it too. I needed you,” Trinity says, sated. “I love you.”

We stand there for a few minutes hugging, her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs are locked around my waist as we kiss tenderly, getting lost in each other's passion.

“Thank you for giving me the greatest gift,” I mumble into her neck. “The joy of knowing you're pregnant with my children.”

We kiss again before we hear Fog Horn’s mouth yelling from the hall again, “You two have gone quiet. Does that mean I can come in and get that coffee I wanted now?”

He roars, laughing.

We both yell at the same time, “Fuck off, Clint!”