Epilogue
JACK
“Holy fuck, Gracie.” I hold her tits in my hands as if I’m weighing them. “They’re even bigger than last time.
“I guess they have to be. I’ll be needing to supply two of them.” She rolls her hand over her ginormous belly with such a proud look on her face that it makes my cock press into her spine.
“Don’t get yourself excited, we have very important duties to attend to,” she reminds me, looking at me sternly in our reflection.
“And how do you expect me to keep my hands off you for an entire afternoon?” I question. “Especially when you look so cute in this dress.” It's been hard for her to find anything that fits, but this floaty dress shows off her fertile figure perfectly.
“May I remind you that not keeping your hands off me is what's got us into this predicament.” She turns around, and I stroke her fit-to-burst belly with a huge satisfied grin.
“And what a predicament to be in, Mrs. Ravenshaw.” One of the babies kicks, right on cue, and I can see from the way she bites her lip that it’s starting to get uncomfortable.
“You good?” I check, knowing she could go into labour any time. Dr. Stratton explained that twins often come a few weeks early.
“I’m fine, but we’ll plan an exit strategy once the party’s over.” She waddles to the door.
“Ahhh, here’s mummy and daddy.” Cecelia lifts Benjamin up from the floor. where he’s playing. “We were wondering where you’d got to.” She hands him over to me, and he immediately tries wriggling out of my arms to get to his mummy.
“I couldn’t find anything to wear. Jack was helping.” She blushes, knowing that it’s only part of the truth. My girl needed to come, and I ensured she got what she needed. Benjamin continues to struggle to get to Gracie, but I shake my head.
“You're too heavy for mummy, now. She has to carry the babies too,” I remind him, although he’s too young to understand. He’s so used to having her full attention, I don’t know how he’ll take to being a big brother.
“Mummy can manage.” Gracie proves she's no less stubborn, despite her current condition, by taking him from me, and I rest my hand under her belly so I can at least support that instead.
“You should sit down and rest.” I try moving her across the room to the sofa, but she’s too busy smothering our boy's face with kisses, and when the doorbell chimes, I leave them so I can answer it before the staff do.
“Where's the birthday boy?” Olivia asks, waddling through the door excitedly, and barely keeping up with Max as he drags her through the house.
“In the living room,” I call after them, as Alex steps in behind her with his little girl clinging tightly around him.
I know we’re having two boys, despite Gracie being convinced one of the babies is a girl. I’d like a daughter. I guess we’ll just have to keep going until we get one.
“Good to see you.” Alex shakes my hand before we follow after them, and when both our wives start stroking each other's bumps excitedly, we side glance at each other and smirk.
“Fair play, Ravenshaw, twins are quite hard to beat. Any tips?” he questions.
“Just luck and a lot of—” I clear my throat when I realise his daughter’s still holding him tight around his neck. “Persistence.”
“Three children under the age of two are going to keep you both busy,” he laughs.
“Look at how beautiful she looks; it was too much of a temptation.” I’ll admit, I was shocked when I found out we’d be having two babies, but knocking Gracie up just three months after she gave birth was no fucking accident, and she was all for it, too.
My wife adores being pregnant with my children.
“I understand completely.” Alex taps my shoulder before we move to join our wives.
“So how are you going to manage the whole hospital situation?” I overhear Olivia ask Gracie as we approach.
“Although it is possible to deliver twins at home…” Gracie looks at me from the corner of her eye. “We managed to agree that I would have these babies at a quiet, very relaxed private hospital,” she explains, still not looking happy about the situation.
I don’t put my foot down on many things these days, but this was absolutely one of them. There are a lot more risks involved with a twin pregnancy, and although it's caused many arguments over the past eight months, we’ve managed, as always, to come to an agreement.
“So how will you cope?” Olivia asks, knowing all about Gracie’s fears.
“I’ve had some counselling, and Jack and I discovered some distraction methods during my last labour.” The kinky little smile she makes me gets my dick hard again, and when I turn to look at Alex, I notice the way he’s looking at his own heavily pregnant wife.
“Alice, time to do some playing.” He places his little girl down among all the toys on the floor and grabs my shoulder.
“I think Daddy has to discuss these methods with Uncle Jack.” He leads me off towards my office so I can educate him, and I look back over my shoulder at Gracie.
She strokes her full-to-the-brim tummy, kissing our son's head as she winks at me to let me know she’s okay, and I thank whoever was taking control of fate on the day she decided to crash my party and try to steal from me.