Yay! Uploading again! This covers months 5-8ish or 9ish. Taking the suggestion that I received, which was a big help. Thank you guys!
Month 5
Chiaroscuro rocked back and forth in the wooden rocking chair that Pitch picked up today for her. She was farther along now, and looked like an 7 month pregnant woman with one child. The Egyptian was clad in a long flowy black dress, that Pitch also picked up. Tomorrow they would hear about the sex of the babies and plan out their rooms after. Pitch had just gotten off of work and was wearing a lose white button up shirt and black dress pants. He was on the floor reading from his favorite book to his wife and unborn children. Pitch Black had read in some study that hearing the parent's voices comforts the babies in the womb. Now, Pitch demeaned that he and/or Chiaroscuro read to the babies for at least an hour. While reading, Pitch had one had rubbing Chiaroscuro's stomach in soothing circles. Which he also thought that would comfort the babies, it also made Chiaroscuro want to fall asleep even more.
"Pitch," He looked to his wife before turning the page. Pitch was wearing his readers, which Chiaroscuro thought he looked damn sexy in.
"You making me fall asleep." Chiaroscuro smiled down at Pitch. Who suddenly gasped. "What is it?"
"I can feel them moving." He had placed the book down and rested his ear on her stomach.
"At least you do not feel them kicking up a storm in you." Pitch laughed.
"Maybe that's a sign that they will be great soccer players, or track stars." Pitch suggested closing his eyes.
"Nope, swimmers." The two rocked on for a little while longer before Pitch had to go grade papers. He kissed the upper part of the baby bump, then to the right, and then the left side. Making a triangle.
"What if they are this way?" Chiaroscuro drew Pitch's triangle but upside down. Pitch then followed her lay out with his mouth then got up and kissing his wife.
"I cannot tell you enough how blessed I am. I am wed to the woman of my dreams, going to be the father of three stunning children (all thanks to the mother of the children of course.), and I am living the life that I always asked for." Pitch took off his readers and looked down into Chiaroscuro's gold eyes.
"Okay, this is a two person project. I cannot make myself pregnant, so it is not all thanks to me if they get beautiful looks. Their going to also look like their handsome father. Also, I agree one hundred percent with you. I am so happy to be living this wonderful life of ours, and it is just going to get better. Remember when we first met, and I was the shy Finnish girl and you where the pervy teacher who liked to feel up on said Finnish girl?"
"I was not that bad." Pitch mumbled jokingly and received the death glare from his wife. "Okay, so maybe I was a horrible sick perv that drove a white van. But you still feel head over heels in love with me, didn't you?" He husked in her ear.
"Maybe I did, maybe I did not." She crossed her arms and rested them on her baby bump, that was becoming a mini table.
"Of course you did!"
"Okay, okay. I did." She flashed her white teeth. "You know Finnish will probably be our children's second langue growing up."
"Maybe I should learn it while you teach the children."
"Maybe you should."
"Maybe I should go make dinner."
"I need to go make dinner."
"I should cook, your pregnant! Is my cooking horrible?"
"Your cooking is English."
"English?"
"Yep."
"How so?"
"It has no flavor or spice, unlike my Egyptian cooking."
"You do not want to kill our children's taste buds to be burned off."
"They need to learn how to have fun."
"Fine," Pitch sighed playfully. "But no cake afterwards."
"No! The babies love cake! Watch!" Chiaroscuro looked down at her baby belly which still had Pitch's and her hands on it.
"Do you want cake after dinner?" She asked in a soft motherly tone. "Move if you do." And sure enough, the babies moved in the warmth of their mother's womb.
"Damn it, okay fine, we can have cake."
"Yay!" Pitch loved to see his Chiaroscuro happy over such a small thing. The two walked off (well, in Chiaroscuro's case waddled off) to the kitchen to grade papers and make an Egyptian dinner.
"Okay!" On every ultra sound Chiaroscuro had, Pitch gave the doctor a permanent glare. "Now, the moment we have all been waiting for! To find out the sex of your baby!"
"Babies." Pitch hissed.
"Right right." Dr. Horton smiled. "Now to find out the sex of your babIES!" He put jelly on Chiaroscuro's belly just like every other time. And rubbed the scanner over her belly just like every other time. Then looked at the screen just like every other time.
"Congratulations!" Dr. Horton smiled widely. "You will be giving birth to two healthy baby boys, and one beautiful baby girl!" Pitch and Chiaroscuro smiled at one another, they both got something they wanted.
"You see here is the penis!" Dr. Horton said, completely ruining the loving sweet mood. Which again, earned him another Pitch you-really-wish-that-you-were-dead glare.
Month 6
Pitch angrily drummed his fingers on the cans of paint while waiting in line at home depot. Chiaroscuro and he had picked out the paint together, but now it was Pitch just by himself picking up the paints.
"So, I was telling Jared to shut up and fuck me before this vagina left his sight." A dark blue haired teen was chatting (not doing her job) to the check out girl who wore her bleach blond hair with black in to pig tails. They both wore heavy black make up on eyes and mouth, and tight fighting home depot aprons showing lots of cleavage. Pitch scoffed, of course Chiaroscuro's rack was better. Where theses two soul less teens had to be an A or B cup, Chiaroscuro was a D. But larger now due to the pregnancy. Pitch was never the one to judge a woman by how large her breasts were. However, he loved his wife's larger ones to act as something soft for his head to rest on. She never minded.
"And, like, why was he like not going to fuck you?" The Blondie was moving at a horribly slow pace.
"Because I like dyed my pubes blue and shaved them into like a skull. But he's all like 'no, I do not like your form of art'. He like should love my art, that bastard!" He was short on time. The men form the baby store was going to deliver the furniture any minute now so Chiaroscuro and he could start on the rooms.
"Excuse me," Pitch said in a cold tone. He was second in line out of many behind him, who's patience was also wearing thin. "Can you hurry the hell up please and actually do your worthless job in your soul less life? Really, you have nothing better to do than talk about freak colored and shaped pubic hair and grind everyone else's important life to a grand fricken' halt? Now, I have a 6 month along pregnant wife at home carrying triplets, I need to be out of this store in less than seven minutes. Any longer and I will report to the owner of this store, do I make my self clear?"
The teens stood shell shocked with fear, Pitch loved that look on people he hated. Blondie did pick up the pace by a lot and Pitch was on the road in 7 minutes flat. As he drove he let his mind wonder to his family. When Chiaroscuro and his wedding came up, none of the Blacks showed up. Most either dead, in jail, or still in England refusing to talk to him. An example of death was his father. The drunk was shot dead because of how much he owed to another gang the day after he won the 1.5 billion dollar lottery in America. Because his father never bothered to write a will, the money was all sent to Pitch. A great pay back after all that his father did to him. Pitch also had two older twin sisters that the money was suppose to go to. Irene and Marie Black. Irene turned out to be a crack head, got pregnant at 14 and over dosed, killing her self when Pitch was nine. Marie on the flip side, was someone who Pitch always loved. She was carefree and loving. Marie was killed by Pitch's father when he came home an angry drunk one night, raped and killed her. That was when Pitch was 6, he didn't remember much. That was also the reason Irene began taking drugs, to sooth her depression of her twin's passing. Pitch's mother left and was never seen or heard from again. Simple, his family was fucked up.
Chiaroscuro bounced up and down on her heels as she stood in the middle of a sunny room that was going to be her sons' room. Workers were moving furniture from the truck and placed them on the upstairs loft. Pitch and Chiaroscuro decided that the boys would get the second master bed room, but they would share it until they moved out. They also decided that because Pitch wanted a girl first, he would pick the name and the room theme. Chiaroscuro would also do so with the boys. The couple would not tell each other the names until the birth.
"I'm home!" Chiaroscuro heard Pitch call from downstairs, opening the door with a struggle because of the snow. It was December 20th, they would spend their Christmas doing the rooms. Nick would also come to help Christmas night.
"Up here!" Chiaroscuro called from upstairs as she heard Pitch make his way up stairs with the paint. Once in the room that used to be his old office, the grey skinned man set down the paint and hugged his lover from behind.
"How was Home Depot?" Chiaroscuro asked.
"It was Hell but filled with life-less teens talking about colored pubic hair." Pitch mumbled in her ear.
"How does one color their pubic hair?" Chiaroscuro laughed.
"The sane and classy world will never know. So, what is your theme for the room? Halloween?"
"No, why do you say Halloween?"
"Because you ordered two different shades of orange, black, white, pink, green, and red and tan. I know we are painting the hardwood floors white, but still." Pitch responded.
"I am doing a tan back drop with tigers." Chiaroscuro stated simply.
"Tigers?" Chiaroscuro nodded.
"But not cutie tigers. Tiger tigers."
"Ah, I see."
"What are you doing?" Chiaroscuro looked at Pitch.
"Nighttime, but it will not be all black. On the bottom will be dusky blue and the wall will fade up into a deep blackish blue. I am also going to paint sliver and white stars and a moon." Pitch told her the theme.
"Pretty, does her name involve the room?"
"You'll have to see when you give birth to her. There will also be black horses in the room."
"On the walls or as stuff in the room?"
"As stuff."
"Okay, are you going to have Nick carve in horses on the crib?" Nick offered to make the three cribs, he would take what the couple wanted for the color and what to be carved on the crib. Chiaroscuro asked for a light brown with tigers carved in.
"Yes, I asked for a white crib with horses carved in." Pitch nodded from his place on Chiaroscuro's shoulder.
"Okay, so who's room do you want to work on tonight? I was thinking the baby girls, but wanted to see if you were okay with it."
"Yes that works. Why her's though?"
"Because painting plain tan walls is a mundane task that Nick can help us do while he is here."
"Right I forgot Nick is coming. Okay then, let's get started." Pitch peeked Chiaroscuro's lips and then picked up the paint while Chiaroscuro waddled out of the boys' room with her huge stomach.
Christmas music blared loudly as Nick, Chiaroscuro, and Pitch painted tan on the boys' bedroom. Chiaroscuro hated Christmas music because she thought it was horribly over played. She was overruled however by Nick and shockingly Pitch, who wanted the unborn children to get in the spirit of things.
"Pitch, even the children hate the music." Chiaroscuro said while painting.
"Nonsense!" Nick declared with vodka in his hands. "Vho could not love Christmas music? It's vonderful!"
"Well my children share my opinion on Christmas music. They keep on kicking me!" Chiaroscuro playfully looked over her shoulder at her drinking uncle. He could hold vodka very well, but when it came to other forms of alcohol he was a college boy.
"Simple, there dancing." Pitch replied, Chiaroscuro thought he looked horribly sexy while painting.
"Nope, their telling me to tell you to stop it before they raise hell."
"Because they cannot talk, the Christmas music stays!" Nick replied laughing. Chiaroscuro playfully slammed her head on the wall getting tan paint in her hair.
"Voi peeveli!" Chiaroscuro cursed as Pitch and Nick laughed.
Month 7
It was January 13, and about one more month until Pitch and Chiaroscuro officially took the three bundles of joy into their life. Pitch had taken the rest of the school year off from work. Chiaroscuro was going to take the first five years off from the hospital while Pitch would quit the high school and take subbing jobs. Chiaroscuro then would go back to the hospital, but become a fill in surgeon so she could still spend time with her children as they grew up.
Chiaroscuro was currently getting a glass of water while Pitch cooked. It was getting harder to walk under the weight of the babies. She was now horribly large.
"Sit sit!" Pitch urged her to a chair.
"Pitch I can still stand."
"Even Dr. Horton said you should be resting!" Pitch sighed, his wife could be so stubborn at most times.
"You hate Dr. Horton, you called him a prick in front of his face." Chiaroscuro rolled her eyes. Even though Pitch kept his anger in check most times, when he was around people he hated it was all out hell. An example of that was Jack Frost, who had recently seen Pitch at the grocer. Jack was interested in everything, and ended up following Pitch home. Which was a nice surprise for Chiaroscuro.
"Still, I want you to sit down." Pitch said in a soft loving tone.
"Okay, but can I feed my self?" Chiaroscuro asked, playfully.
"No, I am going to have to feed you my self. I would put you on my lap, though I think you would break it." Pitch smirked, knowing the reaction the Egyptian would have.
"Are you calling me fat?" Chiaroscuro pretended to sob. "Madam Helga from birthing class told you to call me beautiful! You are breaking her rules!"
"Of course you, are not fat. The babies are making you fat. And also I am pretty sure we have already broken every rule when we stormed out of that class room. I feel bad that we never took another one."
"Great, now I wont know to birth." Chiaroscuro sighed, still in a dramatic mood.
"I never knew you were going for a natural birth?" Pitch whispered. The couple had talked about how the babies would come out. Pitch had voted for a natural birth, but Chiaroscuro was a little scared and wanted a C-Section.
"I don't know, I am a little scared. What if something happens while I am giving birth?" Pitch pulled up the chair next to her.
"Whatever you chose I will back up and be there for you no matter what. I swear on my life." Pitch held her hand and smiled.
"Thank you." She ran her other hand through her long blood red hair and took a deep breath. "I..., I will go with a natural birth."
"Really?" Pitch looked hopeful at the news. "Now I feel like I am pressuring you. Is this something that you want to do?"
"I am a little scared, but it is worth a shot. And I never know unless I do not try." Chiaroscuro smiled softly.
"Well thank you." Pitch leaned forward and kissed her lips lovingly.
Month 8 a.k.a: The birth
Chiaroscuro leaned back in the warm hospital bath, with dark circles under her eyes. Her water had broke 5 hours ago at the hospital, which they cheeked in the day before. Contractions where getting painful, and she wasn't on pain meds yet. Pitch sat next to the bathtub and held her hand.
"It will be okay." Pitch whispered and kissed her hand. The nurse was standing by, waiting until she saw the sign to take Chiaroscuro out and give her the medication. Chiaroscuro cried out and gripped Pitch's hand even tighter.
"Mrs. Black, you my get out know. You are ready for the medication." The nurse said in a calm and experienced voice.
"I got her." Pitch said in his natural British accent, and picked Chiaroscuro up out of the water bridal style. She was a bit heavy, though Pitch deiced that if she was the one about to give birth that she should not walk to the bed. After getting Chiaroscuro dressed in the hospital gown, the nurse walked over to Chiaroscuro with a rather long but thin needle. Chiaroscuro paled, but felt nothing as the nurse injected the medication.
"The doctor will be here soon." The nurse said and checked the how far the contractions were. They were pretty far by now, just a another half hour.
"Pitch..." Chiaroscuro whispered. "I am scared."
"Do not be." He kissed her head. "You'll be fine, think soon we'll have three wonderful children. How long should the birthing take place?" Pitch asked the nurse.
"It depends, it will probably take longer because of the fact that you are carrying triplets. You will most likely give birth to them tomorrow. Which is very rare on your case." It was ten o'clock on February 28th, and the year so happened to be a leap year. So very rare indeed. Right then the door was pushed open.
"Did I miss any thing?" Nick asked in his Russian accent.
"Ei," Chiaroscuro shook her head. Nick walked over and took Chiaroscuro's other hand.
"I am so proud of you." Nick smiled, his blue eyes tearing up.
Chiaroscuro threw her head back and cried aloud as she delivered another push. It was now one in the morning and the Egyptian had pushed for three and a half hours and not even a crown. The doctors really recommend a C- section, but a natural birth still took place.
"It's crowned!" The female doctor said happily. The rest of the room sighed at the information. Not only the mother was tired. "Okay Mrs. Black give me another push!" As Chiaroscuro cried again, Pitch and Nick, who where both in scrubs held on to Chiaroscuro's hands. Pitch watched the angled mirror and sure enough saw a patch of black hair. The room was filled with the sound of a baby cry as the upper body was pushed out.
"One more for baby one Mrs. Black!" Chiaroscuro screamed and the baby was out. Pitch quickly moved to cut the umbilical cord of his first son. Both Nick and him self was crying.
"I'm a grandfather, I'm a grandfather." Nick repeated as he stroked Chiaroscuro's sweaty hair. After the baby was taken to be cleaned, Pitch once again moved up to his lover and kissed her.
"Yksi alas, kaksi mennä." (One down, two more to go) Chiaroscuro gave a breath less smile.
"Okay Mrs. Black, this will now go fairly quick. We should be done in 15 minutes. Give me a big push." The doctor said smiling as Chiaroscuro again pushed.
"There we go! Another crown!" Pitch again looked up and saw a patch of dark hair on the next baby. Chiaroscuro pushed for another 5 minutes before this baby was born. Pitch again cut the umbilical cord of his daughter who was screaming a bit softer than his son.
"Alright! Last one!" Chiaroscuro panted and was flushed, then cried as she pushed. The last baby and son took longer to crown then the daughter, taking 7 minutes before a patch of blood red hair was pushed out.
"You got this, my love. Our last son." Pitch whispered. Chiaroscuro quickly looked at Pitch before slamming her eyes shut and crying. The baby was pushed out, but there was no sound for a few moments. The room stood in despair and horror as tears slowly slid down Chiaroscuro's eyes. The last son then gave a blood curling scream and cried the loudest out of the three. The room sighed in relief.
"You do it." Pitch said to Nick who cried harder, he did cut the umbilical cord before the baby was taken away to be cleaned and checked. The doctors then cleaned and checked Chiaroscuro, who was being kissed by Pitch and told how amazing she did by everyone.
"I love you." Chiaroscuro said to Pitch before passing out of tiredness.
"I love you too." Pitch whispered to asleep Chiaroscuro.
Golden eyes blinked open to the morning light. It was 9 in the morning now. Chiaroscuro sat up with a groan and saw six people in three chairs. Pitch was sitting with a baby wrapped in a pink blanket with her father's jet black hair. She was pale, and had grey eyes also like her father. So far her daughter looked like a baby version of Pitch. Next to Pitch sat Nick with a baby wrapped in a blue blanket. Like his sister and father he had jet black hair. But, he was tan and had his mother's golden eyes. Finally, next to Nick sat the nurse with another baby wrapped in a blue blanket. Unlike the other three, he had blood red hair. He also had his mother's golden eyes and looked a lot like his mother. All three were sipping on milk cups. Nick and the nurse handed Chiaroscuro the boys while Pitch walked over with the baby girl.
"What's her name?" Chiaroscuro horse from screaming.
"Amarissa, in Spanish it means born under the moon." Pitch replied lovingly.
"She's beautiful."
"What are my sons names?"
"This one is Petruchio." Chiaroscuro named the child with black hair. "And this is Mercuito. " She then named the red head.
"Perfect names." Pitch smiled. "Thank you for bearing my children, I am so proud of you. I love you so much."
"I love you too." Chiaroscuro smiled. "Pitch?"
"Yes?"
"Let's be happy together."
"Wouldn't want it any other way."
And Done! Please review, I felt like I rushed it...
