“That’s nothing to what I’m feeling!” I yell at him again. He holds his injured hand and opens the truck door and runs inside to get a wheelchair, nurse, or whatever.
~*~
Five long hours later it’s time for my baby boys to be born into the world. “Push!” The doctor yells at me. 9, 8, 7, the nurse counts down for the umpteenth time. Kane is holding my hand and the other is holding my leg back.
“You’re doing good baby.” Kane kisses my sweat-covered forehead.
“Here’s its head!” One more push, the doctor tells me. Nodding, I give one more push. Then I can feel the baby leaving my body.
The nurse lays the baby on my belly and starts to cry. Laughing, I touch his little forehead. God, he’s beautiful. Looking up at Kane I see tears falling down his face and the nurse takes the baby away to clean him up.
“All right, let’s get ready for baby number two,” the doctor says too cheerily.
“Okay,” I grunt.
“So proud of you, Momma.” Kane kisses my temple.
“Push,” the doctor says and the nurse counts down. Letting out a deep breath, I bite my lip at the pain. Tears run down my face. “One last time,” the doctor tells me. Nodding my head once more I look around the room at my baby boy over across the room in the heater.
“Push,” he tells me again. The nurse counts down again. Then I hear the cry of my second baby. She sets him down on my belly. I break out in sobs at the pure love I feel for these babies. They’re finally here after these long months. I have four babies now.
~*~
Hours later the family leaves and it’s just Kane, the babies, and me. Kane is holding both the babies against his chest with a content smile on his face. They both start to stir and whine. It’s time for them to eat.
Kane stands up and lays one of the babies on my lap. Taking out my breast I grab the pillow and lay it under him. Elijah latches on. I run my finger across his chubby cheek.
“We make beautiful babies, sweetheart,” Kane tells me in amazement as we look at these two little boys.
“Yes we do.” I lean my head back so Kane can kiss me.
Fifteen years later.
“Dad! I’m about to kill Carter, Jacob, and Elijah!” Kane groans and takes his mouth away from mine. His fingers were up my pussy.
“I’m coming, Arabella.” He sits back and gives me a wink. “I’m not done with you yet.” Fixing my clothes, I follow after him.
Arabella is on the couch with her three brothers sitting on her back. Some other boy who is looking really nervous is sitting on the recliner a few feet away. I can see the wheels spinning in Kane’s head from back here.
“Who are you?” Kane’s voice booms through the house. Placing my hand over my mouth, I struggle to stifle the giggle. He leaves our sight for a second and comes back with a big ass shotgun.
“I-I-I-I’m Tommy,” he stutters out and rubs his hands together.
“He asked me out on a date, Dad. I need you to get these baboons off of me!” She starts squirming all five foot nothing of herself. Carter just leans back and relaxes. All of my boys are over six foot. Carter is twenty-one, Arabella is seventeen, the boys are fourteen.
“You have a what? You really think I’m going to help you? You’re too fucking young for that shit.” He points at Arabella fuming. Then gives Tommy a pointed look.
She just shakes her head and laughs. She is used to hearing things like that. Her brothers nod their head in agreement.
“Daddy...” Yeah, she said Daddy. She is coming out with the big guns. A giggle escapes me and Kane glares at me. I hold my hands up—I’m taking no part in this.
“We’re just going to the movies and then back home.” She smiles at him sweetly. Carter chuckles.
“You’re not going,” he hisses and turns to glare at the boy who looks like he is about to shit his pants.
“Please, Daddy,” she says in a sweet little girl voice. She has got that shit in the bag.
“Fine! Get her home at ten o’clock on the dot. Just know I’m cleaning my shotgun while you’re gone, and I will be waiting outside for her.” He glares down while pointing the shotgun at him. He gets right down in his face until they’re almost nose to nose.
“Remember whatever you do to her I will do to you. Remember that as you try to get grabby. Plus, my daughter could kick your ass with one arm tied behind her back.” He pats the boy on the shoulder who jumps out of his seat.
The boys let her up and they walk to the door together. Well, he is a good four feet away from her. He opens the door but stays far away. He practically runs out of the door. As soon as his vehicle starts up and pulls out of the driveway, Kane walks to the table and throws the boys his car keys and some money. “Follow his ass. I don’t trust the fucker.”