Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Graham
It's a wonder what could happen in just two years. For starters, Jaq sold another book. Only this one was a YA time heist, about five outcast kids who made a deal with a reaper coming together to outsmart death. She worked really hard on it. We celebrated for a whole week straight when she sold it.
She had a laptop full of work in progresses her publisher rejected that she decided to self-publish, which with her name pulled in a good source of income.
The months when they were high, they were high, and on contrast, when they were low, almost abysmal.
But what she made from her self-publishing, she was stashing away in a trust for Melody.
We finally got around to tying the knot.
Good old-fashioned beach style, with just close friends and family a few islands away in Fiji.
It was a bit on the costly side, but only because we had fronted the bill for the side of her family who could actually make it, and it was all really special and memorable.
Jaqueline had been so nervous participating in her first haka, but her performance had brought me to ugly tears.
She had done so well. And it was great that we got to celebrate with Melody there.
She wouldn't remember it, but not many kids got to be there when their folks got married.
At least she could say that she could when she got older.
Oh, and how can I forget? I got the most amazing job offer, a three-year research position at a University all the way in Finland. The job paid really well, and I really wanted to take it, but eventually had to turn it down.
Jaq had become pregnant with our second, and Melody was hardly even a year.
I had manifested the blessing, but the timing had been off.
Plus, it would have broken the pact that we made to stay in New Zealand until the kids started school.
I was going to have to start limiting my job search to Australia and Asia, but damn, would it have been cool to move the fam to Finland?
Jaq's second try at pregnancy, dare I say, was almost easier. We knew more of what to expect this time, and with all the extra help from my family, things were beginning to feel like our version of normal again.
We had a boy this time, who we named Elliot naturally, with a week ago having celebrated his first birthday.
We never looked at parenthood as easy. It had its great moments, but also its frustrating ones.
The main way we supported each other, was when one of us was really stressed out, we’d reward ourselves with a much-needed break.
Plus, my mum's favorite stage was where the kids were right now, so for the first time in a while, we planned a date night.
Instead of getting dressed up and having a night on the town, we opted for quiet time at our beach house, a place we could go without tripping over toys or cleaning up juice spills.
Regrettably, with a baby and a toddler in the house, the daily time we made for sex had dialed down to zero, which was fine since we had our hands full, but it was like an unspoken rule what we’d do once we got some alone time.
We barely stepped a foot inside before I was ripping her out of her stockings.
“Graham,” she whined. “I really liked that pair.” She wrapped her arms around me when I lifted her up.
“Babe, I'm sorry, you just really turned me on the way here.
Who knew engaging in an adult conversation would get me going so fast?
Plus, it's hard to resist you in that skirt. And what were you thinking wearing tights anyways, when you know we just came here to fuck? That goes for knickers too,” I said, meeting her lips with a kiss.
“Mmm… well, you better fuck my brains out then. I'm talking round me up, hold me down, take me all around the world in thirty days kind of fuck me. Don't punk out on me trying to make love,” she argued in between our rough kisses.
“To be fair, I don't even see the difference anymore. I bury myself inside you. I love making you come. It all results in the same outcome. I feel like I see you naked all the time, but I love what the baby weight has done to your arse and thighs.” She laughed.
“Just not my stomach. I don't care what I cut back on, I just can't lose it.”
“Jaq, shut up! I love everything about your body. Especially your tummy,” I said with a kiss to her stomach. “I probably should wear a condom this time,” I said, trailing kisses from her neck down to her thighs.
“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. You know I'm turning forty-five soon, and I didn't want to have any pregnancy scares in my late 40s. Did you want to have another one before I got my tubes tied?” Alternating kisses between her thick, fleshy thighs, I teased her pussy with a kiss.
“Wow, babe, do you really want another kid? I mean, I'm happy with the family we have now, but I'm definitely not opposed to trying! If you're telling me I can go in raw, say less.” I said, diving my tongue in her folds, upgrading to running my flat tongue up and down her pussy.
“Fuck Graham, my ass is so horny. If I even try to fuck your face, I'm gonna come.
But if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. I just wanted you to know before I committed to the procedure. I don't want to risk your young ass sperm knocking me up at forty-nine and then I’m giving birth at fifty,” she admitted, before a tongue stroke made her forget her initial point.
“Phew. Goddamn, Graham, I'm gonna come. Fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop,” she begged until the skill of my efforts coaxed her to surrender.
She came on my tongue, not in a rush to push me away like usual, as I stuck my fingers deep inside her, the sight of her pussy pulsing making me harder than granite.
“Oh, baby, you know you taste so good when you come on my tongue. You don't know how much I missed making you feel good,” I said, with another kiss to her pussy before peppering kisses up her torso, until I reached her face. “You want that hard cock in you, baby? Tell me you want that hard cock.”
“Give me that hard cock, baby,” she said, taking my face into her hands, watching her eyes grow as I worked my way past her entrance.
Working at an angle that would stimulate her clit, I pounded feverishly inside her, relying on an old faithful we both enjoyed.
There was no secret that I loved being on top.
The closeness, the control I had in it, and the way I could just study her reaction.
Her change in breath. That bite to her lip.
The way her eyes seemed to tell me that she loved me without having to say the words at all.
Maybe it wasn't the wildest of positions, but it was passionate, and we both never failed to come hard with access to each other's expressions.
“Oh, fuck. You feel so good, baby. Oh my god,” I said, gripping the sides of her thighs as I spread them further apart.
It was so easy to lose myself in her sacred prison, me as the captive and her as my captor.
Pressing my mouth to hers, we met in a deep kiss, her light whimpers doing nothing for my willpower.
“Mmm…you taste like me,” she moaned.
“That must mean I taste good, huh? You might get your wish with having another baby, because I haven't even been wanking.
When I come, it's gonna be a lot,” I laughed.
“Oh, fuck. Let me know when you're close.” The bed creaked, and the headboard shook, adding to the orchestra of our lovemaking.
If her moans were the harmony, then my execution took form as a conductor, blending the perfect sounds until they made the perfect song.
I fucking missed making this sweet music.
I only hoped we didn't take forever to be intimate again. I really missed my wife.
“Oh, Graham, that's it, that's it. Oh, don't stop! You have me right where you want me,” she cried, wrapping her arms around me to pull me in closer. Loud and hard, she came on my cock, smothering my mouth in kisses as she started to tear up.
“You okay, Jaq?”
“Yeah, I just missed you.” I leaned in to kiss her.
“Aww, I missed you too, baby.” Oh, fuck, she felt so good after she came. “You gonna let me come in that pussy?” She tilted my face, kissing and nibbling my ears and neck.
“Yeah, Graham, you know you want to.” And she was right. It felt wasteful to pull out, and the toxic carnal side of my brain thought, “fuck yeah, drill this baby into her.” But the healthy part fought those feelings, like “Graham, we’ve got enough kids!”
But like every time I fucked, my orgasm took precedence over every anything, and before I could decide, it was already too late.
In the final few strokes, I made a mess of her, my load rushing through her with a speeding force.
Out of breath and a sweaty mess, I rolled off her and collapsed to her side.
“We might have to do that a few more times, just in case the first didn't take,” I joked as she curled up next to me, resting on my chest, and I stroked her hair. “I really didn't mean it, though. I'm happy with the size of our family now.”
“Yeah, but don't you just want one we actually planned? Melody was an oops baby, and Elliot wasn't really any better. It sort of just happened. We never really had a conversation about it.”
“Yeah, I know, but I'm still happy. I just don't want to get our hopes up, and I don't want you to put any unnecessary pressure on yourself with the release of your next book. You have enough to have to worry about,” I admitted, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“And besides, if you get your tubes tied, I'll get a vasectomy.
Because I've heard too many horror stories of women still getting pregnant after getting snipped.
I wouldn't ask you to do something I wouldn't do.” She laughed.
“Could you imagine all the guilt-free sex we could have? I'd probably never leave you alone if I knew your super sperm couldn't get me pregnant,” she joked.
“Don’t tell me that, Jaq? Because you're making me want to get one now.” Sex all the time? Sign me the fuck up.
“Well, I suppose we better get started then,” she flirted, lowering down my body, as she kissed the inside of my thighs. My dick twitched, already growing in size once she gripped me at the base.
“Fuck, Jaq, I love you. I fucking love, love, love you.”
“And to think, it used to be so hard to get a swear out of you. And now look. My sexy little experiment gone right—”
“You're doing a lot of talking, and not a lot of sucking,” I jested, a heavy gasp escaping me when she took me into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Jaq. Just do enough to get me hard. Because I really want to feel your pussy again.”
***
Without hardly trying we had gotten the right news, debating on how we planned to announce it to our families. We decided the quickest and easiest way was through WhatsApp, and then just ignore it when the shit went crazy.
In less than a minute, we had no less than 100 notifications, and because we didn't respond to them, the efforts came in phone calls and text messages.
It was beginning to feel real, so over the next few weeks, we made a few appointments with our physician, even if just for tips on another healthy pregnancy.
Carrying Elliot in a sling with Melody on my lap, we waited excitedly as the doctor performed Jaq's ultrasound.
“Elliot, Mel, are y'all ready to welcome a new baby brother or sister?” I asked them. Elliot, being too young to answer, but Melody, responding with a clap of her small hands.
Melody had my eyes and hair, but resembled Jaq when she was her age, whereas Elliot was a toss-up for now. They shared a rich blend of both of our skin tones, and while it was considered deeply toned in my culture, arguably they were light skinned to Jaq.
“Actually, there's a possibility it could be both. The scan is detecting more than one heartbeat, that's a sure sign that you're having twins.” Jaq sat up from the examination table, probably in more shock than I was.
“Say what, Doc?”
“Actually, when you factor in things like your age and your race, it's actually quite common to be pregnant with twins if you're actually trying.”
“Twins, you say?” I questioned, trying to hide the fact that I was freaking the fuck out. With Melody and Elliot, at least we had had time to space out their different needs. Taking turns really helped, but two at one time? That meant none of us would know rest.
“Just to be sure, I'll take your bloodwork to the lab, but I'm hardly ever wrong.” I pressed my lips into a line, praying I didn't sound too sarcastic when I said this.
“Well Jaq, the one we actually plan, and we got more than we bargained for. I'm not even waiting to go under the knife, I'm setting up my appointment today. You just had to expand.” She threw her hands up in protest, forgetting the physician was even there.
“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know you’d get me pregnant with twins?” The doctor stood holding her folders close to her chest.
“I'll give you all a minute,” she excused herself, leaving the four of us to the room.
Jaq blew out a muted breath, and I already knew what was coming, so I covered Elliot's ears and advised Melody to do the same.
Jaq let out a glass cracking scream, and with no protection over my ears, I received the full range of it.
“Babe, feel better now? Mel, go over and give Mommy a hug. She could use a good hug right now.” With a mouth full of giggles and a head of bouncing curls, Melody ran over to the table as Jaq picked her up and placed her in her lap.
“Thanks, baby, you're the only Walker I feel like hugging right now.” I rolled my eyes, knowing she was just joking. I'd remind her of that tonight if she tried to hound me.
“Look on the bright side, Jaq. I grew up with three siblings, and we had the bestest of times. Unlike me and my sisters, ours will be closer in age,” I tried looking at it more positively.
“Lordt, why does thou hate me? I populated the planet! I gave back to my community. I became an honest woman, and this is how I'm repaid?” she announced in her theatrical voice. I almost thought she had retired that one, because she hadn’t used it in a while.
I guess it took a landmine to get my cringey Jaq back.
Like me, Melody had found her mom hilarious. I wonder how long that would last? Eventually, the doctor returned with the confirmed blood test, reiterating what she'd already told us.
“Well, doc, how do we prepare differently for twins?”