45. EVERLEE – “IT’S NOT A DIL-DON’T”
EVERLEE – “IT’S NOT A DIL-DON’T”
I press my head into the pillow as another contraction hits me. It’s been fourteen hours now and I’ve not had breakfast or lunch and I’m pissed. The contractions are coming closer together, but my water hasn’t broken yet and they want to wait to give me an epidural because it will slow everything down.
So I’m breathing.
I’ve had four dicks in me at one time. How hard can this be?
Stupid Everlee. Stupid.
My stomach tightens, and it feels like I’m being ripped apart from the inside.
“Just breathe. Hee hee hoo hoo,” Knox encourages, grabbing my hand.
“Fuck your hee’s and hoo’s! I need these babies out of me right now!” I growl out, squeezing his hand.
The nurse walks in, when I’m in the middle of my rant, and smiles at me.
“Sorry,” I mumble, sitting up as much as I can to see her.
“Don’t be sorry, honey. I’ve heard worse.” She lifts the paper printing out of the machine and looks at it, then presses on my stomach, and finally peeks under the gown. “We’re going to do another exam in just a little to see how far you’ve progressed.”
Jax and Emmett just left to grab a bite to eat, even though they tried to lie and tell me they had to go check on something. They’ve been by my side the entire time and I know they’re hungry, but they were refusing to eat since I couldn’t. I appreciate their attempt at not rubbing it in my face, but I’m happy they left for a minute. I’m terrified of shitting the bed when I push these kids out, so all I’ve had is water and ice.
But it’s the good ice. Which almost makes up for the pain and hunger I’m enduring right now. The whole focus-on-a-point and breathe shit isn’t working for me.
At my last exam, the doctor said I’ve only progressed a little, which means several more hours.
Knox, of course, is in the corner, crash reading what to expect after the babies are born like he’s prepping for a college final and Callum has been pacing the floor, taking phone calls and firing off texts and emails.
Leaning back, I close my eyes and try to relax and will these babies out in a safe, quick, and painless manner.
“Hoo hoo!” a voice chimes.
Before I even open my eyes, a smile pulls across my face.
Lizzy has been checking in on me most of the day, and when she found out my progress had all but stalled, she started sending me all sorts of ideas she found online to help move it along.
When I open my eyes, I find her holding a bouquet of roses–this time actual flowers- in front of her face. Even though I can only see her eyes, I can tell she has a shit-eating-grin on her face, which means she’s up to something.
“Lizzy,” Callum drones in a semi-amused tone.
“Boys. My darling.” She flits over to my bedside and looks at me. “How are you doing?”
“Been better, but overall pretty good.”
“I bought you a rose.” She winks.
“Looks like several.” I laugh.
“No. I brought you a rose .”
“Lizzy.”
She tilts the bouquet down and there, somewhat buried in the middle, is a red rose vibrator she had sent me a dozen of last year.
“I’ve been doing some reading and orgasms help… so. While it may be weird to have the guys… you know…” she makes a bed squeaking noise with her mouth. “I thought this little guy could help. I also brought him a friend to play with.”
“Lizzy.” I rub my hand over my face because I don’t have any other words.
She looks behind her. “Callum. Watch the door.”
He grumbles, but walks over and sticks his head out before he closes it.
“Excellent,” Lizzy chirps before she pulls out the rose vibrator, which is attached to the base of a lavender colored dildo. “I know. It’s super basic, but I didn’t want to get anything too over the top.”
The door opens and we all freeze as panic coils in my chest.
A second later, Jax and Emmett walk in, then pause and look at the vibrator and dildo in my hand.
“Is that a dildo?” Jax asks.
“Well, it’s not a dil-don’t.” Lizzy snaps back with a smile.
“And a bouquet of roses this time.” Emmett smiles, snaking his hand into Jax’s.
“I’ve read that having orgasms help move things along and help with pain,” Lizzy says, grabbing my hand and shaking the dildo in it.
“We also read that,” Jax says, walking to stand beside Lizzy and rubbing my leg.
“So then, why haven’t you been giving my girl orgasms? She literally needs them.”
All the guys look at one another, but I jump in. “There’s not really an easy way.”
“Hence my gifts.” She shrugs with a satisfied smile.
No one moves or says anything for a second, so Lizzy claps. “Let’s go! I charged Rosie up for you all night.”
“Liz,” I sigh.
“Everlee,” she retorts. “Like I think it would be a little much if I snatched.” She laughs, shaking her head, then continues, “If I snatched that out of your hand, lifted your gown and did it for you.”
“You think?” Jax remarks.
“Yes,” Lizzy turns to him and says simply, completely missing his sarcasm. “But I would do it for you.”
“Please don’t. I love you and all and we have shared some close moments, but you… there… with that… that’s like an entirely different thing.”
“Well, it’s not the ideal situation for me either, but friends don’t let friends endure stalled pregnancies when they have a vibrator that can snatch their soul in under a minute.”
“You should get that on a shirt,” Jax chimes.
“Don’t tempt me, papa bear.” Lizzy claps his shoulder, smiling.
“You should try it,” Knox says, walking over and rubbing my other leg.
“Excellent!” Lizzy claps. “I’m going to step out of the room for a bit. Do you want me to sneak you anything to munch on?”
“No.”
“Right. The shits.”
“Lizzy. Fuck.” I press my head into the pillow and look at the ceiling for a minute as embarrassment washes over me.
“What? You shouldn’t be ashamed of that. It’s a natural thing. This is all so beautiful. Plus, I know about all the kinky stuff you all do. This is child’s play.”
“Go!” I yell with a smile cracking the corners of my face.
She kisses my forehead and whispers, “I love you”, before she leaves.
“She needs her own soundtrack when she’s around,” Emmett laughs.
“Wrecking ball?” Jax adds.
Knox claps his hands, then rubs them together. “Shall we?” He grabs the rose vibrator from my hand.
I’ve been here for almost twenty-four hours. Having an orgasm or two isn’t the worst idea. “Fine.”
“Yes! I’ll go wash them. To dildo or not to dildo?”
“My Shakespearean man.”
“Well, I do have a way with words.” He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead.
“No dildo for now. Ask me again in an hour.” I laugh and pray I’m kidding.