Page 88 of Triplet Babies
The combination of my touch and the angle of my thrusts sends her spiraling over the edge. Her pussy squeezes around me, and she cries out as her second orgasm hits. The sensation of her rhythmically pulsing around me pushes me past my own breaking point. I follow her into bliss, my cock convulsing as I spill my seed inside her, calling her name as I surrender.
Afterward, we lie tangled together before the fire, her head on my chest and my arms wrapped protectively around her. The events of the night seem like a distant nightmare now, replaced by the warm reality of Sarah safe in my arms.
“No more secrets,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her hair. “No more hiding, right?”
She snuggles closer. “I like the sound of that.” After a hesitation, she says, “In the interest of full disclosure, I haven’t told you everything. I was going to, but I got sidetracked and?—”
I press a finger to her lips. “There’s nothing you could tell me that will make me love you any less.”
She smiles, turning her head slightly so she can speak without my finger blocking her. “I’m having triplets. The best guess is two boys and a girl.”
The room spins, and I wonder later if I grayed out for a moment, because there’s haze followed by sharp clarity. I put my hand over her stomach, eyes wide with shock and awe. “Three?”
She nods, looking a little nervous but mostly excited. “How is that? I mean, is it okay?”
I manage a short laugh. “It has to be since they’re already in there.” My mind is reeling. I’ve gone from childless to three children in the space of an hour. “I hadn’t even gotten around to really thinking about one, but three is…” I trail off, searching for words.
She starts to frown and tries to sit up. “It’s too much? If you can’t handle?—”
I glare at her. “I can handle it. I just need a minute. What I was going to say is three is just perfect.”
Her expression softens, and she relaxes against me once more. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed. I was. Still am, sometimes.” She seems embarrassed to admit that. “I think it will be wonderful though.”
I nod in agreement and pull her closer. “I’m excited.” I sound confident because I am. “We’re going to handle this, and I’ll be the best husband and father I can be.”
She stiffens slightly. “Husband?”
“Someday, when we’re both ready.”
Sarah nods. “I’d like that, someday.”
I hold her closer, already planning the life we’ll build together. A life free from the violence of my previous existence, centered around the woman I love and the children we’ve created together. It’s going to be a future worth living.
29
Sarah
The first contraction hits me while I’m standing in the kitchen of the house by the water, where we moved three months ago, stirring honey into my morning tea. The pain starts as a dull ache in my lower back, then wraps around my swollen belly like a vise. I grip the counter, breathing through it until it passes.
“False alarm,” I mutter to myself, though my hand instinctively moves to my stomach, where the three little ones have been growing for the past thirty-two weeks. My scheduled C-section is in three days, so it can’t be them announcing their arrival yet. Unless they don’t care about schedules and appointments…
Yarik looks up from his laptop at the kitchen table, noting my stillness with sharp awareness. “Everything all right?”
“Just Braxton Hicks.” I say it firmly, as though that will make it true. “Dr. Ranick said they’d get stronger as we get closer.” I take a sip of tea, trying to project calm despite the lingering achein my back. I return to plans for an omelet, but I’m on-edge, waiting for another one.
While I’m fussing with slicing mushrooms, he closes the laptop and moves to stand behind me, settling his hands on my shoulders with gentle pressure. “You’ve been restless all morning. Maybe we should call the doctor.”
“I’m fine, really. It’s probably just—” Another contraction cuts off my words, this one stronger and more insistent than the first. I slouch forward against the counter, focusing on my breathing as Yarik supports my weight.
“That’s two in under ten minutes.” He sounds calm, for which I’m thankful. “I’m calling Dr. Ranick.”
“Yarik, it’s probably nothing?—”
The third contraction doubles me over, and this time there’s no denying what’s happening. Warm liquid runs down my legs, soaking through my pajama pants and pooling on the kitchen floor. “My water just broke.” I look up at Yarik, who’s already reaching for his phone. “I think this is really happening.”
He dials Dr. Ranick’s emergency line while helping me to a chair, his movements efficient despite the worry I see in his dark eyes. We’ve been preparing for this moment for months, but the reality of labor starting before the planned C-section is scary, even if it’s only by three days.
“Dr. Ranick? It’s Yarik Barinov. Sarah’s water broke, and she’s having contractions every few minutes.” He listens intently, then nods. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
