Bonus Scene
“Iguess this means you’re getting a vasectomy, and I’m getting my tubes tied, cut, and severed,” Rowen says with triumph. She’s still lying flat on her back, feet in stirrups, and reeling from the news of twins again. We always knew there was another possibility of it happening, but even I was shocked.
“I guess you’re right,” I rub my hands together. There’s an excitement thrumming through my blood that I’ll be damned if I show it to Rowen, not until I make sure she’s really okay with this. Baylor and Zach are nearly six, they’re busybodies, always going and doing as many activities as possible, and there are nights I get home from work and Rowen kisses me before heading straight to the bathroom. I’ll hang out with the boys for a bit, and she’ll take a hot shower or a bath. Some days, it’ll be thirty minutes. And other days, well, it’ll be an hour. I don’t care how long it takes Rowen to decompress. She needs and deserves the time for herself. And when she comes back to us, Rowen is completely relaxed and ready to take on the world. She’s fucking super mom.
“I’m always right, Braxton. When are you going to learn that?” She turns her head to face me, and I see a multitude of expressions written on her face: happiness, joy, love, and worry.
“I’m not stepping in that minefield. Never thought there’d be a chance of two sets of twins in our family. Think this time it’ll be girls?” I stand up from my seat. My wife needs me, and I need her.
“I love our boys, truly I do. But I’m outnumbered in the penis department, and our family could use some more estrogen. So, while yes, I’d love to see you with girls, watching as they wrap you around their little fingers.”
“Fuck let”s rethink this. With boys, you only have to worry about one dick. With girls, you have to worry about all the dicks. Hate to say it, babe, but I won’t, boys, lots of them. I’ll go grey early, and they’ll hate me because I’ll want to lock them up in an ivory tower. I mean, look at you, siren. You’re fucking gorgeous, they get an ounce of you. I’ll need more than baseball bats and our boys to keep the hound dogs at bay,” Rowen’s shoulders quake, trying to hold back her laughter. She wants me to lose my mind. There’s no doubt it now.
“You’ll be fine. I’ve survived our two boys. They may make me want to run away at times, but deep down, they’re great kids and know exactly how to win me over with their sweet little I love you when I least expect it,” Did I mention our boys are rambunctious at times? It doesn’t matter that Rowen keeps them busy with school, extra-curricular activities, and things to do outside. Their energy is endless.
“We’ll get through anything together, siren,” Rowen looks up to the ceiling. I plant each hand on either side of her head, bending down to give my woman a kiss. Her hands cup my cheeks, there are tears streaming down her face, and while I’d love to sweep them away, she’s got me otherwise occupied. A soft sigh escapes her mouth, my tongue sweeps in, and I give my woman what we both need. Is it gonna suck that we’ll both be off-limits after our twins are born, fuck yeah? At least it’s not like when she was younger. This will only be a couple of months at best.
“Take me home, Braxton. I want to tell the boys,” Rowen pulls away from our kiss, “Maybe after we stop and get food. A bacon cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate milkshake,” her stomach growls, telling me all I need to know. The last time she was pregnant, there was a lot of getting up in the middle of the night, snack runs to the kitchen, or whatever fast food joint Rowen was craving. It seems like I’ll be doing it again this time around, too.
“Just a minute,” I move down her body. She’s naked from the waist down. The fucking wand-type ultrasound is still weird as fuck to me but whatever works. I lift her shirt up and see the small bump is already starting to form. The sure sign of what Rowen told me was her second pregnancy and now the confirmation of twins.
“What are you doing, Braxton? We can’t have sex in the doctor’s office,” my wife would take me anywhere she could, especially when pregnant. The only problem with me having my way with Rowen is here staying quiet. My woman has a mouth, and there’s no way she’d be able to keep her moans to a minimum.
“Oh,” Rowen says quietly as I place a kiss on her abdomen, feeling Rowen’s fingers in my hair as I whisper softly to our unborn children. “Be good to your mom. Your brothers gave her hell. She could use a break every now and then,” my lips linger for a moment.
“Braxton,” I lift my head, take her hand from my hair, kiss the palm, and then proceed to help her sit up.
“Come on, siren. we’ve got babies to feed and boys to celebrate with, and if you start saying my name like that, I’ll have you bent over the table,” I wink, knowing tonight the real celebration will start once the boys are down for tonight.
“You say that like I wouldn’t take you up on the offer,” Rowen slides off the table, dropping the paper sheet, and damn if I’m not going to make up for it tonight.