43. EVERLEE – WELL, SHIT…
EVERLEE – WELL, SHIT…
One month and counting.
The last week, I have felt… extra.
Extra bloated. Extra big. And if you ask the guys, they may say extra moody.
Lizzy is trying to go above and beyond in the friend department for keeping her pregnancy from me, by throwing me not one, not two, but three separate showers.
When we were visiting my parents for Thanksgiving, she threw us a small one there with my family and Mrs. Mary. A week later, she threw us a surprise one at Allure, which was… awkward at best. I’m not sure if it was planned, but got the feeling someone at the club mentioned something, so she and Low threw one together- the decorations were baby accessories from one of our role-playing rooms. It was nice, though. Everyone at the club pitched in and got the carrier Knox had picked out, two car seats, and a bunch of diapers.
Our main shower was just last week. Keeley and Locke lured us to their house with a lie about something being broken. We should have put two and two together when we were all walking over, but they were brilliant. They basically just asked Callum and Emmett, and of course, Knox and Jax had to see their buddy. And then, with all of them going, I had to go.
Again, very clever.
When we walked in, everyone was there to surprise us. Beckett, Will, and my parents were there, Low, Betty and Wyatt, too. Sophie and her family even made the trip over the pond. We got way more than we needed and Knox’s dad delivered not only another dresser, but two handmade convertible cribs as well.
Yes. Obviously, I bawled like a baby.
While my family was in town, we did our Christmas as well. Mom went overboard and filled the kids’ closets with more clothes than they will ever wear. So now I’m sitting in the middle of their floor sorting and hanging their clothes.
The room really came together nicely with each of the babies getting their own wall with the crib and dresser, which meet in a corner. Their spacious walk-in closet has separate walls for each of them to hang their clothes, with a shared shoe shelf tucked away in the back.
We have two rockers on the right wall with a share table in between so two of us can rock them, feed them, and put them to sleep and in the middle of the room is the oversize blanket mom had made.
A soft knock on the door pulls my attention. When I look up, Callum is standing there looking as hot as fire. He has a little more gray sprinkled into his hair, but his piercing blue eyes still hold those intoxicating flames in them.
“I was just coming to check on you. You’ve been up here for a while.”
“Mom got us a lot of clothes.”
“I offered to help.” He walks into the room and settles on the floor behind me, encircling me with his legs and embracing me tightly.
“I know. I just… I know I’ve been unbearable the last few weeks. I’m not sleeping and I’m just hot and miserable. They’re so big.”
His hands snake down to under my belly and he lifts it up and I nearly fall back into him as my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Callum,” I moan out.
He chuckles in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
“That feels so good.”
“I know. Well, I don’t know, but I can imagine.”
He leans to the side for a second, rocking me with him, then lifts my shirt.
“Callum?”
“Shh.” He whispers and tingles prickle up my neck and over my scalp.
There’s a small click and then a second later, he’s rubbing lotion over my stomach, gently kneading it. Knox or Jax have been the ones to do it at night, while Emmett usually rubs my feet.
“Cal?” I ask softly.
“Hmm?”
“Where have you been lately?” The words get caught in my throat for a second as tears well in my eyes. I don’t know why I’m crying because I wasn’t expecting to.
“I’m working on something for us.”
"Okay," I say hastily, trying to hide the quiver in my voice.
Fail.
He pulls me to the side and looks at me. “What’s wrong?” He wipes away the lone tear that’s trickling down my face.
“Nothing. I don’t know why I’m crying. I was just wondering where you’ve been. You’ve been traveling so much.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“And you won’t tell me.”
“I’ll tell you if you want me to. It’s a surprise that I was hoping would be finished by now, but I’ve hit a few snags.”
Taking in a deep breath, I blow it out slowly. I want to know, but also don’t want to ruin the surprise.
“No. I’ll wait. I was just scared that maybe… you…”
“Everlee?”
Tears stream down my face now. This is really not what I expected when I started talking to him.
“It’s nothing. I really don’t know why I’m crying. I’m sorry.”
He laughs, sitting me upright again. “You have nothing to be sorry for, love. I love you and our growing family and if you thought I was going somewhere… I’m not. You have me for forever.”
All I can do is nod.
He continues to rub my belly, lifting and providing a gentle pressure. The babies feel him, because a second later, there’s a powerful punch or kick, I’m not sure what or who, right into his hand. I scream and Callum wrenches back his hand in shock before he puts it back down.
“I think you woke them.”
We stare at my stomach and watch a body part push against my stomach as they roll over.
“Come here,” Callum says, sliding backwards across the floor until his back is resting on baby boy’s dresser.
He slips my shirt over my head and leans me back on him. My nipples have gotten bigger along with my boobs, and now rest on my stomach. When I try to cover them, he moves my hands to the side.
“What are you doing?” he scolds lightly.
“I…”
His hands guide up to my breast where he grips and massages them. It’s been two weeks since I’ve let them touch me like this because while I know this is a beautiful process, I just feel… not.
“You are so sexy.”
A mangled laugh erupts from between my lips that sounds like a cross between an elephant and a goose.
“Everlee.” His tone is scolding as he pinches my nipple.
My head presses back onto his shoulder at the same time a moan escapes and a tingle shoots through my body to my clit.
“You are beautiful and so fucking sexy,” he growls into my ear before he sucks it into his mouth.
“Callum. No…”
“If you want me to stop, you say our safe word. Until then-” One hand pinches my nipple while the other slides down my body and slips under my pants. “I’m going to keep playing until you come and then I’m going to fuck you until you come again.”
“Cal-” Before I can get his full name out, his finger finds my clit, and it’s singing hallelujah. My hand grips onto his muscled forearm as my head presses into his shoulder. God, how I’ve missed his hands- their hands- on me. “Oh, Callum.” Either my clit missed him or it’s super sensitive right now, because in less than a minute, my hips are bucking as my orgasm pulses through me in sweet sweet waves.
“Get on your knees,” he commands, leaving no room for question and I obey.
He rips my pants down and hungrily smacks my ass before he notches his hard length at my entrance. He doesn’t wait before he presses in and I moan out, screaming his name. Oh fuck me, that feels good.
He drags it out and slams in, delivering another rippling sensation through my body.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He unleashes, pounding his hard cock into my slick, wet pussy. The familiar thwap thwap thwap that I’ve missed so much fills the room.
Another orgasm builds quickly, the size of his cock filling every inch of me.
“You feel so wet and amazing,” he growls, digging his fingers into my hips.
“So good. So, so, so, so, ahhhh.” My second orgasm rips through me and my stomach tightens as ripples of pleasure flow across my skin like a warm breeze.
Callum cries out, then explodes inside of me. “Oh fuck, Everlee!”
“Sounds like I missed the party,” Jax says, standing at the door, watching me as his bulge presses against the seam of his pants.
Giving him a half smile, my head falls back down as my orgasm still causes my stomach to tighten.
Callum pulls out and when I sit up, Jax tosses me the towel that’s in his hands. “I was getting out of the shower when I heard this peculiar noise.”
Placing the towel on the floor beneath me, I press my hands on my knees and feel another ripple in my stomach.
“That’s odd.”
“What’s odd?” Callum and Jax ask in unison with an edge to their voices.
“My stomach…” My eyes grow wide. “Oh, shit.”
“Oh, shit?” Jax steps forward.
“My stomach.”
“Yes, you’ve said that. We need more,” Callum urges, helping me to stand.
“I thought it was the orgasm, but-” My stomach tightens again and panic sets in. “I think I’m in labor.”
A second later, there is a ruckus clamoring up the stairs as Knox, followed by Emmett, burst into the room. “You’re in labor?” Knox shouts.
“You heard that from downstairs?”
“Of course not. I have the monitors set up and was testing them out when I heard you two.”
“You listened to us?” Callum asks, and I can’t get a read on his tone.
“Why are we still talking about this?” Jax asks, then turns to Emmett. “Get the car. Knox, get the go bags. Callum, get her pants.”
“I need to pee.”
“I don’t think we have time for that,” Jax says, grabbing my hand.
“Jax.” I squeeze his hand. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’m full of come and don’t need the doctor trying to sift through that. Plus, if I don’t pee right now, I’m going to piss myself and not the figurative, but the very literal.”
“Fine, hurry.”
My head snaps in his direction as my eyes narrow to thin slits.
“Or take your time. Take all the time you need. Pee twice if you want.” He holds his hands up in retreat.
When I get into the bathroom, I sit on the toilet and just pee. I don’t think it’s ever felt so good. My stomach tightens again and my pulse quickens. “Is it time to meet you, my loves?” I whisper, running my hand over my stomach. “It’s a little early for you. You still have just over four weeks.”
I have to wipe myself several times to get as much of our come out of the way as possible.
After I finish in the bathroom, Callum is waiting for me. “Let’s go.” He reaches for my hand.
“Where’s Jax?”
“I think you scared him off.” He laughs.
“He told a pregnant woman she can’t pee.”
“Unbelievable.”
“You’re mocking me.”
“Never.” He pulls my hand to his lips and plants a kiss on my knuckles.
When we get to the car, Knox is in the third row and Emmett and Jax are in the front. Callum helps me in, then runs around to the other side.
“How are you, mama?” Knox asks, leaning over the back seat.
“Who put baby in the back?” I ask, eyes wincing as another contraction hits me.
“Jax thought it would be best if I sit back here. Apparently, I’m too excited. So?” he presses, glancing at my stomach.
“I’m fine. They don’t hurt, yet. Just feel like someone’s squeezing my stomach, then releasing.”
“That’s good. I hope.”
“How close are they coming together? They don’t seem to last too long,” Jax calls from the front with his phone in hand on the stopwatch app.
“Only a couple of seconds long, and several minutes in between.”
“Tell me when you feel your next one.”
“Yes, sir.”
Emmett’s eyes find mine in the rearview and I can tell by the creases in the corner of his eyes that he’s smiling.
We’re in the triage room at the hospital twenty-two minutes later.
There’s a soft knock on the door, and then a nurse walks in. “I’m nurse Jackie. Doctor Yiminitz has been called and is waiting for my assessment.” Her cheeks blush when she looks around the room at the guys. “Let’s see what’s going on here.” She hooks a light pink band around my stomach and flicks the machine on to the right of me.
I’ve had a few ultrasounds over the last several weeks, and every time I see my loves, I breathe a little easier.
Right now is no different.
She runs the wand over my stomach and the thump thump thump of their rapid little heart beats is music to my ears and a second later, their little feet kicking and moving nearly brings a tear to my eye.
“There they are. Everything here looks and sounds great. Let’s see how you’re progressing.”
She lifts the gown I had changed into when I first got into the room and squirts some lube on the tips of her fingers. I almost tell her that’s unnecessary, but embarrassment robs me of my voice. It’s probably not the first time this has happened.
She lets out a small huff and pulls her hand out, removing the glove and tossing it in the trash. “You aren’t dilated at all, so I don’t think you’re in labor.”
“Braxton Hicks?” Knox blurts out, stepping forward.
“Probably. But I want to keep her here for a few hours just to be sure. Sometimes sex can start the process.”
A heat races up my chest to my cheeks.
The nurse pats my knee and offers a warm smile. “It’s ok. It happens all the time. I’m going to step out, but will come back in a little while to check on you. The remote is right beside you if you want to watch television. If you need anything, you can step into the hall or press the call button.”
When the door closes, we all look at one another and take a deep breath. Jax walks over to the machine beside me and looks at the paper that’s inching its way out of the printer.
“Well, this is nerve wrecking,” Emmett says, breaking the silence.
“But I just want to say that I’m proud of you all. It was good getting a test run in before the actual day.”
My phone dings and I look down at it.
Lizzy : Well?
“Who told Lizzy? I swear if she can sense-”
“I texted her.” Jax holds his hand up. “She’s on dog duty, so I wanted to make sure she knew what was going on, just in case.”
Pursing my lips together, I just grin.
“What?” he sighs.
“Nothing.”
“Not nothing.”
“You like her.”
“I… I don’t not like her.”
Lizzy : Bitch, you better be pushin’!
Laughing, I look at the guys. “If I don’t answer her, who do we think she’ll call?”
Jax groans. “Just answer her, for all our sakes.”
Everlee : Probably a false alarm. They are keeping me here for a few hours before they send me home.
It’s close to midnight when the same nurse from earlier walks in. “I've been monitoring your vitals from the station, and there’s currently no sign of contractions. Likely sex set it off, and, or, dehydration. Make sure you’re getting plenty of fluids and try to take it easy these next few weeks.”
“Bed rest?” Knox asks.
“Not yet. Let’s just try to take it easy.” She tilts her chin down and gives a playful, yet serious glare.
“You got it!” Knox nods, clasping his hands behind him like he’s just received an order from his commanding officer.
“Is she free to go home?” Jax asks.
“Yes. Your doctor has reviewed the documents, and we’re processing your paperwork now. Maybe another twenty minutes.” She walks over and unhooks the strap from around my stomach and turns the machine off. “When is your next doctor's appointment?”
“Next week.”
“Ok. She’ll do an exam at that point and see if you’ve progressed at all.”
“Thank you.”
Just under an hour later, we’re climbing into bed. I made the guys get me a chocolate milkshake on the way home.
What the babies want, the babies get.