Hawk
Another Three Years Later
The boys run around the living room, causing pure chaos. I’m just contemplating if I’ll be able to sweet-talk them into a nap. We try to get them to at least lie down and rest, but most days, we get lucky and they knock out.
Pregnancy with rambunctious twin toddlers is an entirely different experience than the first go-round.
Vanessa is radiant, and the pregnant belly makes me rock-hard, but my wife is clearly exhausted.
She’s six months along with another set of twins. This time it’s girls and they’re fraternal. Theoretically, one of us could have fertilized both eggs, or the girls could have different fathers.
That’s a mindfuck.
Being biologically related to the kids doesn?t matter to me a bit.
Arkadiy and Luca likely belong to Magnum or Moretti. The boys kept the blond hair they were born with, but it?s lightened with age. That could be due to the fact they spend so much time playing in the yard.
It’s always a possibility that they’re biologically mine. Though I doubt it. They don’t have any of my features.
I’m sure Vanessa’s DNA would help offset mine, but I know I’m an ugly motherfucker. I would never wish my genetics on the girls, so I hope one of the others lucked out with fertilizing their eggs.
No matter who their father is, I hope the girls end up looking just like Vanessa. She deserves at least one of the kids to be her mini-me.
My wife sits on the couch next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.
I bring my hand to her stomach, giving the babies a tender rub. This entire pregnancy has been the opposite of the boys’, since she’s always on the go, chasing after them.
“How about I watch the boys while you run up and take a nap?” I offer.
“I wish you could sleep with me,” she says around a yawn.
“We could get a nanny to come for a few hours every afternoon. That way, I’ll be free to snuggle up with you for your daily nap.” I’ll be shocked if she agrees.
We’ve brought up the idea multiple times, but I know how much she worries about passing off the boys’ care to anyone. She wants to be present and parent them herself, which I get. Hell, I barely leave the house anymore, and if I do, it’s because I’m responsible for Vanessa’s security.
Magnum has mostly taken over as Moretti’s number two, and I don’t have even an ounce of resentment. I was built to be a stay-at-home dad.
The only downside is that I can’t be in two places at once—watching the boys and cuddling with her.
She’s busy baking not one but two human beings, and having one of our scents close helps to settle her instincts.
“It might not be a bad idea,” Vanessa says. “We can’t just count on your mom while I’m in the hospital. I mean, I know she said she would watch them, and Angel offered to help, but they never stop moving. It’s probably smart to get them used to someone now, so they won?t freak out later on.”
“Agreed.” I pat her stomach. “We’ll start looking soon, but for right now, I want you to run up and get some rest. Once they go down for their nap, I’ll come join you.”
She smiles up at me. “I know I’m not supposed to have a favorite husband, but you totally are today.”
I chuckle, leaning down to kiss her.
Magnum was her favorite yesterday, when he gave her a bunch of, in her words, really stellar orgasms.
Moretti was the favorite the day before that, when he brought home chocolate cheesecake.
I swear to God, I didn’t know it was possible for my heart to walk around in another body.
Not until I met Vanessa.
The Day After The Girls Were Born
It turns out, giving birth doesn’t get easier the more times a woman does it. It’s still just as grueling, but Vanessa is more confident this time. She knows she wants to breastfeed the girls for the first few weeks. Then we’ll switch to formula so the three of us can help with feedings.
I’m handling a diaper change for Vada, who was named after Vanessa’s mom, while Magnum holds Vera.
Vanessa picked this time, and she knew she wanted to honor her mother. She also wanted to stick with a V name for the other baby.
They’re perfect and so much smaller than the boys. Hell, maybe I just forgot how little they were. They’re going to love their sisters.
I study Vada’s tiny face as I prepare to pick her up out of her baby cart. Both girls have dark hair like their mother, but it’s hard to tell what color their eyes will end up. They’re a dark blue for now. Though I learned with the boys that babies’ eyes often change a few months after birth.
Vada starts to fuss, so I pick her up, cradling her in the crook of my arm. She’s damn tiny, but I guess I’m more confident now too. We’re old pros at this whole parenting thing.
“So, darling,” Moretti says conversationally. “Should I schedule our appointments, or have you decided you might not be done, after all?”
I turn to check her face. For most of the second half of her pregnancy, she’s expressed that she’s done having kids after the girls.
I have no problem having a vasectomy. She’s carried and delivered four babies. It’s legitimately the least we can do, but if she wants more kids, I think I could handle one or two more. Basically, I’m good with whatever she decides.
“I love you all,” Vanessa says, laughing. “But I am so totally done having kids. I’m not risking ending up with six kids. You’d better start mentally preparing because your balls are up next on the chopping block.”
“They don’t actually chop them off,” Magnum says, swallowing thickly as he glances between me and Moretti. “Right? That’s just a metaphor or whatever…right?”
I snort. “They clip the tubes. Your balls stay mostly intact.”
Even after all these years, I still love fucking with him.
“Mostly? Wait, let’s talk about this,” Mag says, his tone lined in horror.
“You get to keep your knot,” Vanessa says, getting in on the action. “And don’t worry. I’ll still love you if your balls are only mostly intact.”
I chuckle, shaking my head as Magnum moves Vera to his shoulder so he can pull out his phone.
“I guess I’ll just have to go back to living in the fantasy when it comes to breeding you,” Moretti says to Vanessa. “And to be fair, our pregnancy-to-baby ratio is a bit ridiculous.”
Vanessa laughs. “Two-for-one specials, every damn time.”
I rock Vada in the crook of my arm, pulling her up and nuzzling my beard to the top of her head.
The change from two to four kids is probably going to be hectic, but I can’t wait to get home and settle into the rest of our lives as a family of eight.