Epilogue II – Priscilla
10 years after that
“I mean it, Garrett Havlin, you keep those lips to yourself, I ain’t having no more kids!”
“I just want a kiss, sweetheart, you would deny your b’shert a simple kiss?” He pouts adorably, fluttering his eyelashes. Try as he might, he just can’t pull it off.
I push him away, rounding to the other side of the bed, putting it between us. “Nope, it’s not a simple kiss. A kiss leads to tonguing, to groping, to nakey-nakey, to humpin, to this!” I frame my overly distended belly, narrowing my eyes at him, giving him my “mom” look.
He smiles, stripping off his boxers, stroking his already erect cock, and lays down on the bed. On his side, all seductive like. “If you are already pregnant, it can’t happen again.”
“Oh, you and that super sperm would find a way. When I deliver this one, the doctor will say ‘good news, we are all done for today, the next one will be ready to evacuate using your poon-chute in approximately 7 months.”
His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. “Poon-chute?”
“It came out of my mouth, that makes it a valid word.” I argue.
“It’s just, you’re always so sexy like this, all big, er, rotund, er, beautiful and round with my child. Come on, give me a little kiss.” He puckers up, though his lips keep tipping up into a smile. Bastard.
“Thank you for appreciating my body, normally, I would be all over that. But this is our 6th child in 10 years, my body, my boobs and my poon-chute can’t take anymore.”
“At this point, aren’t they just walking out?”
I reach blindly for a pillow and bludgeon him with it as he cries mercy. “No mercy, isn’t that what you always say? I’m sending you to His door and he shall have no mercy on your soul!” I can feel myself reaching hysteria, so I put the pillow down and drop back to the bed, out of breath and jittery.
“God wouldn’t punish me for loving my wife, he would praise me for populating his kingdom.”
I fall back to the bed, holding my belly as it cramps something fierce. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know, but you love me anyway.”
“I do, babe. I do.” I break down into tears, unable to stop myself. I feel Garrett touch his lips to mine, softly, sweetly. His hand rubs my belly for a moment before he presses harder against my abdomen.
“Hey, let’s get you up and dressed, then we are gonna take a ride to the hospital.” His voice is calming, his words registering a moment later.
“Why?”
“Just a precaution, sweetheart. Come on, up you go.” He gingerly lifts me from the bed, helping me put on clean clothes, even slipping a panty liner in my underwear.
“Mom.” Garrett has his phone to his ear, talking to my mom. “Hey, I’m gonna take Priss to the hospital. Do you want to ride with us? Ok, see you in a minute.” He hangs up, guiding me out of our room and down to the lobby of the clubhouse. We have taken over the entire floor, two sets of twins, and two other children require a lot of space.
“Daddio.” I whine, walking into his arms. They are here visiting for a few days, mom helping get the baby gear ready.
“It’s alright, Principessa, we are going to the hospital and having them check you and the baby out.”
I nod into his chest, soaking up his presence, letting it soothe some of my worries.
“Who’s with the kids?” I ask from the back seat of the SUV.
“Uncle Adam and Uncle Silas.”
“Ok.” I think I fall asleep, resting on Garrett’s shoulder, because the next thing I know I am being wheeled into a surgical suite, confused as hell.
“What’s happening?”
“Shh, b’shert, everything is alright, the doctor is going to deliver our littlest one by c-section. You were bleeding and having contractions. Your blood pressure is dropping. Stay with me, sweetheart, it’ll be over soon, and we will have our baby.” Garrett says quietly into my ear, kissing my temple and running his hands over my hair.
I’m strapped to the table, my IV is already hooked up and I’m starting to feel better as they give me the anesthesia.
“Doc, can you perform a tubal ligation while you’re in there?” Garrett huffs a laugh at my side and the doctor just outright cracks up.
“I know we talked about it, you sure?”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely.” I sigh out. “Pardon my language.”
“Girl, you are about to bring another life into this world, I think you can use whatever language you want.”
I turn to Garrett, “I like her, she’s a great doctor.” I should like her she has delivered all our kids and attends synagogue with some of the club brothers.
“Alright, mame and tate, here we go.” I feel a lot of pressure and movement, like my belly is being stretched open wide.
“Huh. Well look at that.”
“Look at what? What does that mean?” I ask frantic, hearing your doctor sound surprised during surgery of any kind is hardly ever a good thing.
“Any history of ninja in your family?” She and her staff chuckle, I watch Garrett’s eyes grow twice their size.
“Uh, Priss. I love you, so much, you know I do. And I didn’t know I had super sperm; I promise. Don’t hold this against me.”
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” I shout.
“Congratulations, it’s twins! A boy and a girl.” The doctor says cheerily, oblivious to the tension between my super-fertile husband and myself.
“I need something to hit my husband with, STAT!”
“Hey, sweetheart, at least these two gave your poon-chute a break and it can retire on a happy note.”
“No mercy, Garrett!”
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