Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
Bennett
There’s nothing I can do to help Bree, and that’s worse than anything else.
At first, she tries to muscle through the agony, but it’s too much for her. After a few hours, she begs for an epidural. I wipe the sweat from her forehead and hold her hand, which she squeezes with all the strength in her body as she cries out.
More hours pass. Most of the time we sit with her, simply telling fantasy stories about what our life with the fawns will be like—how their room is ready and waiting, how we’re going to build the best playset possible in the new backyard, even what colleges we want them to attend.
Bree tries her hardest to focus, but as her labor progresses, there are tears streaking down her face and I wish I could help.
We take turns sleeping so one of us is always by her side. Then, at last, the nurse informs us that Bree is almost fully dilated and the fawns are ready to come out. That’s when Bree’s pain almost becomes unbearable, as if I can feel it in my own body.
“Push!” the doctor insists from her place between Bree’s legs. Our wife sobs, then grips my hand even tighter as she does what she’s told.
“I can’t believe you put two of them in me,” she moans as she pushes as hard as she can.
“Sorry,” Arthur says, his hands on my shoulders. “Wasn’t intentional.”
The seconds that tick by are agonizing until, at last, I hear the fawn’s voice.
“One down,” the doctor calls out as the nurses gather around. Quickly, they snip the umbilical cord, and our wailing infant emerges into the world. But it’s not over.
Bree’s entire face is red, her eyes filled with tears as she’s told to push once again.
“I can’t,” she whimpers, and it’s clear her strength is faltering.
“Just a few more.” The doctor pats her knee. “You can do this.”
Bree pushes again, her eyes squeezing closed as she cries out. My chest constricts, hoping that she makes it.
“There’s a head,” announces Arthur. “A little more, love!”
Once again, Bree does what she’s told, as much as it pains her. She screams, and I feel like I might pass out.
“Hold on,” Jack whispers to me. “She’ll get through this.”
And sure enough, she does. The second fawn emerges at last, and Bree collapses to the bed as it slips free of her and into the doctor’s waiting hands.
“You did it,” I tell her, kissing her forehead over and over. “You made it.”
Then there are two crying infants in the room. I step aside as the nurses bring them over and sit with Bree while instructing her on latching. It takes a while to get the hang of it, but soon both fawns are silent as they suck at her big breasts.
My heart swells ten million times watching them. One fawn has golden fur, like Arthur, and splotches of blond hair. The other? Brown like Jack, with white down the nose and chest and a tiny smattering of dark hair.
We all stare at them, surprised that they’ve come out so differently, and so obviously resembling different fathers.
“How did that happen?” I ask the doctor as Bree rests. Her eyes close, and a tired smile dances on her lips. “That they… look so different?”
The goblin shrugs. “Two separate eggs, fertilized by two different sperm. Doesn’t happen often, but it is possible.” She tilts her head. “Twins are surprisingly common after a miscarriage.”
Oh. I had no idea. But I couldn’t be more grateful that they’re here, safe and sound, at long last.
Bree
All I want to do is sleep for the rest of my life after that experience, but I’ve got two babies to feed now, so rest will have to wait for the next eighteen years.
I manage to catch some shut-eye once the nurses take the twins away for a health examination. Jack, Bennett, and Arthur murmur to each other in the darkness, and their voices comfort me.
We stay overnight in the hospital to make sure the babies will be all right on their own at home, and then the next morning, we’re free to go. And thank goodness for that, because I want nothing more than to be back where I belong, and Oliver and Annalise finally with us.
Those were the names we decided on at the hospital after a blind group vote.
Soon, I’m back in our bed at home with one twin in each arm while they suck. My husbands gather around, entranced by them. Arthur strokes Oliver’s soft brown fur, then nuzzles the baby with his nose.
“Can’t believe we created something so beautiful,” he says softly.
“Made with love,” Bennett says, grinning.
Jack strokes Annalise’s tawny back. “I had no idea what being a dad would feel like. But I think it’s the best feeling ever, aside from marrying you.” When he looks up at me with his brown eyes full of devotion, I think I might just crumble on the spot.
“Yeah. I know what you mean.” I kiss the top of each of the babies’ heads, where tiny nubs are already emerging to become horns someday. “Like we were just waiting for them to arrive, and now everyone is all here.”
Bennett nods in agreement. “Everyone’s all here.”
We knew having two babies instead of just one would be a handful, but we really underestimated it.
They have different sleeping schedules, different appetites, different wants and needs.
Jack has to drive Oliver around at night for him to fall asleep, while Annalise will pass out anywhere she gets the chance.
One will cry in the middle of the night and wake the other up, according to the camera we installed in their room, and then both of them are upset for different reasons.
And yet that doesn’t hold a candle to their toddlerhood.
Every day they can explore farther than the day before, and it takes both Arthur and me to wrangle them when they start wandering.
We toddler-proof the entire house in hopes of mitigating it, but Annalise is too smart for her own good and quickly figures out a way around it.
But my heart has never been so full, so complete.
Now that my body has recovered, I return to streaming, for the pleasure and for the income. We’ll have to save up for two college tuitions and two sets of braces. Besides, I love my job, and the fact I’ve popped out two kids doesn’t change how hot I am.
Then, at night, my three husbands take me to bed. I’m sitting in Jack’s lap, his cock buried as deep inside me as it can be as we watch Bennett take Arthur hard and fast. Arthur tries to keep his voice down so we don’t wake the kids, but he’s bad at it. We really should soundproof our room.
Jack props his chin on my shoulder as he simply rolls his hips, staying fully seated.
“I love you,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts in his palms. “Thank you for completing us.”
I gasp as he reaches down to play with my clit, simply warming his cock in me. In front of us, Arthur arches his back and moans as his cum streams out. It isn’t long before I’m falling over the edge, too, and Jack groans as he unleashes.
Then we all tumble to the bed together, sweaty and happy and breathless. Bennett rolls over to bury his face between my breasts, and Arthur snickers from behind him.
“Just like a fawn,” he says. “Can’t get enough of those titties.”
We all laugh as we curl up together under the blankets. Then we hear one of the babies start to cry, and I groan.
“Don’t worry,” says Bennett, kissing my forehead before he gets up. “I’ll take care of it. There’s plenty of milk in the fridge.”
Then he’s gone, and I couldn’t be more relieved. I fall asleep without even trying, tangled up with my satyrs, excited for whatever the future brings.
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