11. James
Some time later
I loosened my tie as I entered our home. The smell of lavender and chamomile scented candles greeted me. The house was quiet . . . too quiet. Usually when I returned home, there was a beautiful chaos from the family I loved.
With calculated steps, I looked in the kitchen and living room first. Not a living soul in sight.
Then I took the steps, two at a time, to the main bedroom.
I pushed open the door and smiled at the scene that awaited me.
Brielle lay on her side with Janiya tucked under her arm.
My baby girl was her mother’s twin—round face, cute nose, and gentle brown eyes.
In the side sleeper bassinet were our twins, Jeremiah and Josiah.
I thanked God for giving us identifiers for our identical twins.
Jeremiah had a birthmark behind his left ear and Josiah had a row of freckles on his cheeks.
If it weren’t for these beauty spots, I was certain I wouldn’t be able to tell my babies apart.
After I’d toed off my shoes and tossed my tie onto the vanity table near the closet, I closed the distance between us and examined each child. Josiah was sound asleep, sucking on his pacifier. Jeremiah was awake. When his round eyes locked onto me, he stirred.
“Now what you gonna make a fuss for? Huh?” I scooped him up in my arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He whined.
“You hungry or stinky?” I asked. I lifted him up and sniffed his butt. Sure enough, the stench of poop hit my sense of smell like a right hook from Mike Tyson. “Damn, boy. What the hell yo’ mama feeding you?” I asked.
He let out a grunt as I walked with him to the nursery. I grabbed a fresh diaper and the wipes out of the warmer. I lay him on the changing pad and went to work.
“You gon’ need to learn how to poop on the toilet if you gon’ be filling those diapers up like that, little dude.” I swaddled him in his custom bear blanket and lifted him up. I scattered kisses all over his face, which made him squirm and smile.
I chuckled as I sat in the rocking chair with him and stared at his tiny face. I was really a dad of three and married to the love of my life. Over the last four years, life had been nothing short of blessed.
Brielle and I got married in the spring on the one-year anniversary of Jana’s death. We turned a traumatic date into one filled with love. A few months after we got married, Janiya was born. It was one of the most surreal days of my life.
“Babe,” Brielle called out gently.
My eyes fluttered open. I had blurry vision because I hadn’t had a good night’s rest in months.
The pregnancy was rough for Brielle. She had sicknesses all throughout her pregnancy and her ass stayed eating shit that made my baby girl punish her hours later.
Between the trips to the ER when she couldn’t feel peanut moving to the late nights with me rubbing her back as she threw up, the journey was trying.
“Yeah?”
“Either I pissed all over the bed, or my water broke.”
“Did you pee on me, Bri?” I asked as I sat up in bed.
I’d slept in because for the last couple of months I’d been heavy in building my business.
I had my own security business where I trained guards and installed security equipment for businesses and residential areas.
I wanted a better schedule to be there for Brielle and our growing family.
“I don’t think it’s pee. It’s literally constantly coming out of me. We’re about to be parents. What the actual f—yuck,” she complained. The sight of the clear liquid sliding down her leg made me laugh.
“Oh nah. I thought when your water breaks it’s like a quick little gush of fluid and you are good to go.”
“I don’t know what I expected this to feel like, but I don’t like it. Let’s get this baby out of me right now, please!”
“You think I got time for a shower?” I joked.
“James, I need you to be so fuckin’ for real, dude.”
“I’m just joking, baby. I can see your worry lines denting your forehead. I don’t want you to stress. We have our bags packed, and we’re fifteen minutes from the birthing center. All you’ve got to do is breathe. I got us.”
Brielle looked at me with a trembling bottom lip. I stood up from the bed and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her temple, and she cried.
“She’s coming, James.”
“I know, baby. We’re going to be just fine.”
“No. I mean . . . I can feel her coming out of me right now.”
I froze. She was about to give birth in our bedroom. I thought birth was a longer process. I thought the timeframe between the water breaking and the baby coming was at least an hour or more. It felt like a blink.
“James!”
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Okay. Let me think. Shit.”
“Look at you. Mister Calm and Collected is about to shit his pants.” Brielle snickered as she held her belly.
“Man, gone on. Call your midwife. She’ll know what to do.” I gathered every clean towel in the house as Brielle called the midwife, Dominique. She told us she was on the way, but she would stay on the phone to walk us through what to do.
“James, you have the most important job, okay?” Dominique confirmed.
“Shit. Okay. Shit. What am I supposed to do?”
She explained the next few steps. Brielle leaned against the bed and got down on her knees.
In this position, gravity would be her best friend in helping our baby come out.
It was an unreal experience to see the head crown, to watch Brielle’s body change and stretch to bring our baby girl into the world.
Watching my baby girl enter the world made me more appreciative of Brielle.
To see her strength and resilience during labor was awe inducing.
I wouldn’t tell nobody but God that it unlocked a breeding kink in me.
I’d already enjoyed nutting in her, but now I wanted to nut in her for the sole purpose of giving her more kids.
Luckily for her, God waited three years before he blessed us with the twins. Unlike the first pregnancy, this one was smooth. She hardly had any issues until the third trimester, when her stomach took up all the space on her body. It was quite comical, but I’d never say that out loud.
Brielle had been a full time stay at home mom since she was about seven months pregnant with Janiya. She transitioned to a different role for Jana’s Jewels. She continued to highlight hidden gems but had a few influencers on payroll to do the interviews for her. Her warehouse had grown as well.
Now, her focus was on parenting content. I wasn’t a fan of using my kids for content, so we agreed the videos wouldn’t show their faces. One thing I always vowed to do was protect my babies from predators on the internet, and limiting and censoring who sees my kids.
“Babe!” Brielle’s voice traveled through the hallway to the nursery.
I stood up and held Jeremiah close to my chest as I strolled down the hall to the bedroom. She’d sat up in bed and looked at me with sleepy eyes.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey.” She smiled. She puckered her lips when I was close enough to kiss her.
“Did you and Jerry have some good quality time?” she asked as she took the sleeping baby out of my arms and put him back in the bassinet.
I nodded. “You know me and the young boys always have good vibes. He was up when I got home, so I changed his diaper and rocked him back to sleep.”
“He’s going to get upset when I wake him up in a few minutes to eat.”
“He’ll be okay. What do you want to eat for dinner?” I asked as I pulled down my pants and sat on the edge of the bed. I’d learned the hard way how Brielle felt about outside clothes in the bed.
“Can we get takeout and just cuddle tonight? I’m a little emotional today.”
I pulled her feet into my lap and massage her right foot. “What’s going on, my love?”
“Janiya read the full book of Hop on Pop. Our baby is reading, James! She’s literally about to go off to college tomorrow. What the actual fuck?” Brielle put her head in her hands and sobbed.
“Babe, she has at least fourteen years left before we even think about colleges.”
“Do you know how fast fourteen years are going to fly by? Oh my goodness!” She clutched her chest and continued to cry.
“Come here.” I patted my lap.
She moved around until she straddled my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I placed my hands on the curve of her ass. Pregnancy had done her body good. I loved how round and full everything on her looked.
“We’re going to enjoy the journey, okay? We celebrate every milestone and record the memories so we can always look back on them when we’re old and wrinkly and missing the babies.”
“How did I get so lucky? Do you know how many bitches are begging for a man like you?” she quizzed. Her manicured nails massaged the back of my neck.
My lips pulled into a smirk. “I know. They be in my DMs every day.”
Her lips turned into a frown. “Oh, you’re entertaining women, huh?”
“How did you get that out of what I said?”
“Context clues. I learned how to infer and read between the lines in school.”
“Well, they need to open the schools back up because your teachers should have taught you to take some things at face value.”
“Do your other bitches take your words at face value?”
I laughed. “Yeah. They do.”
She smacked my arm.
“Ow!”
“See what joking will get you?”
“Your doctor said you’re healed now. I’ll take you into the guest room and fold your ass like a lawn chair.”
“Oop. Let me chill. I am not trying to have four under five. I might lose my mind.”
“We’d have a village who would help.” I gave her ass a smack and spread her cheeks.
She squinted her eyes at me as she shook her head. “Remember all those years ago on our first date when we talked about how many kids we wanted?”
“Yeah. We both agreed we would see what God had in store for us.”
“True . . . but I also said one or two was ideal. We’ve got our baby girl, and God blessed us with twin boys too. We don’t need no more babies. Plus, you’re almost forty?—”
“Hold on. How the hell am I catching a stray?”
“You’re catching the whole magazine actually because you’re trying to put more babies in me. Can’t my coochie rest?”
“You want it to rest for real?” I quizzed as I massaged right under her ass. My thumb slid across her pussy lips.
She bit down on her bottom lip. “Do not get me started. You know they’re going to be up soon, and I don’t like to rush.”
“You’re right. Let me just hold you until they wake up.”
“I like that idea.”
She placed her head on my shoulder and scratched my back with the tips of her nails. I closed my eyes and rubbed her ass in soft, slow circles.
“This is my favorite place,” she mumbled softly.
“Mine too.”
She kissed my neck. “I’ll always feel secure in your arms.”
THE END.
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