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“Not possibly,” she smiled. “Definitely. If it’s triplets, well, I’ll curse you for the rest of our lives. But it will be an amazing, beautiful, wonderful life with three babies. If it’s a single birth, so be it. I suspect, given our sizes, we’ll have big babies.”
He pulled her leg over his hip and moved forward, sliding his stiff cock between her legs into her wet opening. She bit her lip, hoping to stifle the moans of her desire.
“The thought of my son or daughter in your belly makes me so fucking hot,” he growled against her neck.
Ambry could only nod, rolling him on top of her so that she could raise her knees higher, wrapping her legs around his upper back. His big, heavy balls were slapping against her, causing both of them to cum faster than expected.
Pierre suckled her nipples, sending shivers through her body.
“Will it always be that perfect?” she whispered.
“No, baby. It will be perfectly different every damn time. I promise you. Whatever you need me to do to this body, I will do it. I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are satisfied.”
“I feel the same way,” she smiled, massaging his drained balls. A deep throaty growl rumbled in his chest, and she smiled, knowing that she made that happen.
“Will it be hard being shorthanded with the nursing staff?” he asked.
“A little but we’ll be fine. They’ll send for another one, and hopefully they’ll be available. If not, I guess I could ask if anyone back home could come out and help.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” said Pierre with a serious expression. “Actually, that’s a really good idea. We could get a couple of folks here that are on our team and maybe get more done than just seeing patients.”
“I didn’t think of that. Let’s talk to Marjorie in the morning. Will you stay?” she whispered against his lips.
“Try to kick me out.”
They had to shower in separate locations, but after they were dressed, the team met in the chow hall once again. The massive space held hundreds of men and women for mealtime. Pierre nudged her, smiling as Butch and Marjorie walked in together.
Marjorie’s hair was pulled back in a severe bun, but it highlighted her cheekbones and pretty eyes. She had a glow about her this morning, and everyone knew exactly what it was.
“Good morning,” smiled Butch.
“Morning,” came the call. It was all quiet for a few moments, then the team started to laugh. When Elliott and Helena joined them, it felt like they were a family.
“Any luck with a replacement?” asked Ambry.
“No. I think we’re out of luck for the time being.”
“Maybe not,” said Pierre. “I’m going to trust you with some information, Marjorie, you too, Helena. My family, our family, is Voodoo Guardians.” He waited for that to sink in, and the two women stared at him, then at the men.
“Wow. That explains a lot,” said Marjorie.
“Don’t be angry,” said Ambry. “You knew who my family was.”
“I did, but I didn’t realize he was part of the ‘family’ per se. It’s fine. I mean, I’m thrilled for you, but why tell us this?”
“We think we can get a couple of our medics or RN’s to come here and help out. In fact, they could be helping your team and mine.”
“I’d have to clear it with the captain, but I’m going to guess that wouldn’t be a problem,” said Marjorie. “I know you guys have a stellar reputation, so I’m not worried about skills.”
“I’ll call them in a bit and see what we can do,” said Pierre. He didn’t bother to mention that Hiro, Tanner, and AJ were listening to every word and already working on sending a few men and/or women down to Haiti.
“I guess you both have shift today,” said Butch.
“No,” said Marjorie. “We’re both scheduled off today.”
“Maybe we should bring them with us,” said Butch. “If the kids see women, they may be more inclined to talk to us, and maybe those damn church officials will as well.”
“I’m game,” said Ambry. “Let me get my backpack.”
