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Warning: Lemon in the beginning/cursing

Outlaws Of Love

MONTH 5

"Oh Clare...you look so beautiful tonight," her beat red cheeks and flustered expressions made my member twitch beneath my grey sweats. She whimpered, her bare chest rising against my torso.

I gently plucked and pulled at her nipples, licking the outline of her right breast. I listened to her moan, groan, and felt the way her tiny hands clawed up the back of my chest with pleasure.

"I-I want you so back," I hummed into her ear, pressing light kisses on her jaw.

The flames of the scented candles around us burned, an innocent, vanilla and rose mixtures filled the air. Her face was illuminated beneath me, as if she was the sun, and I, the moon.

"Take me Eli," she whispered seductively, my cock becoming rock hard at the feel of her entrance, as if waiting for acceptance.

"Take me," Clare rolled her hips into my lower region, a straggled moan escaping my lips at the overly bearing close contact.

Without thinking clearly, I slammed into her with grave force. She cried out-in what I wanted to believe was pleasure-but in all reality, it was a horrified, pained scream.

I pulled out, my member coated with her blood, as it oozed out. My eyelashes batted nervously, not knowing what to do. Clare screamed, begging me to stop, even though I wasn't doing anything.

My heart raced, anxiety rising in my chest, watching Clare's stomach tear open from the top, a bloody baby rising from it. I looked at Clare, her face pale and lifeless, but her body covered in blood.

"Clare...Clare, I'm sorry-I'm so," I whimpered, holding a cold hand, knowing-it was too late...

ELI

I jolted up from a nightmare, falling off the bed in our apartment, a gasp being held in my throat. Under mental surrender, I breathed out, counting to ten in my mind slowly.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten...

"Oh Eli...honey, what are you doing on the floor?" Clare stood above me, with a concerned look on her face. I anxiously stood back up on my shaky feet, wrapping my arms around her, "Oh God...you're still alive."

I could feel our baby kick between us, as I rested my head on Clare's shoulder. It was funny, at times I felt like I could feel more than two feet. But, I knew it was just one little sucker inside her-Clare told me so, she knew-and mother know best.

Clare stroked her fingers through my hair, "Of course I'm still alive Eli. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

My fingers unintentionally dug into her back, "I-It was horrible...we were going to have sex and the baby just ripped you apart! So much blood, just everywhere- and you died...your face was so pale!"

She grabbed my hand, and stroked it over her cheeks, "You feel that Eli?"

"F-Feel what?" she smiled, "You can feel my cheeks are warm, and I'm still breathing. It was just a bad nightmare. It's not going to happen, ever. I'm not leaving you, especially not in that way."

"Good, because I can't lose you, or our baby."

Clare nodded in agreement, resting her head on my shoulder, her back slumped over from the growing uterus.

I rubbed her upper back lightly, smoothing out the tight knots inside her. whileclean real the silence, Clare spoke eagerly, "I made breakfast for you...and me. I made-."

I cut her off, grinning, "Wait, let me guess. Six scrambled eggs, twelve slices of slightly burnt bacon with ten sausage links, and two glasses of cold, fat free milk."

"H-How did you know that?" I wrapped my arm around her, rubbing slow circles on the side of her bulging stomach as we walked cautiously down the steps, "It's the only food you've been craving this month. Bacon, sausage links, and scrambled eggs. Since you drink water throughout the day, you said you love to start off with a glass of milk."

"Is it unhealthy to know this much about each other?" she asked teasingly.

I shrugged my shoulders, pulling out the chair for her to sit in, "Who knows? But, I think it's better for us to know more about each other than to not know anything at all-right? Secrets secrets they're no fun!"

Clare grinned, digging into the eggs on her plate, "If you would've woken me up, I would've made breakfast since it's Saturday."

"Nonsense! I'm up going to the bathroom every half hour, and I couldn't fall back asleep with this stomach in my way...so I thought I'd do something useful. Especially since you were sleeping like a baby," she nudged me in the side playfully, as I slipped a piece of bacon from her plate into my mouth.

She jabbed my hand with a fork forcefully, "Ouch! What was that for?"

"...That was my favorite piece I cooked...," tears covered her baby blue eyes, and I quickly wiped them away with my thumb, "I-I'm sorry Clare, I'll make you a new batch. It'll be just like that piece, I promise."

"No no no, it's silly to get upset over a piece of bacon. I'm sorry, it's fine," I kissed her lips, "I'll make breakfast tomorrow and make twenty pieces of that same piece, just for you."

"That sounds wonderful Eli," she turned back to her plate, practically licking up every tiny crumb. When she was finally done, as was I, her plate didn't even have to be cleaned.

When they say pregnant woman are hungry almost all the time, they mean it. I believe it's safe to say that Clare never used to eat around me to an excessive extent, and when we did, she would order a chicken salad, or we'd split a burger and fries. Those times, she'd always get full rather quickly. But now, pregnancy has changed her eating habits, her moods, and her body.

"So, what's on schedule for today?" I asked Clare, rubbing the back of my head as she sighed, sitting on the couch, "I don't know, rest I guess. I don't feel too well, my legs feel all filled up with water."

"It could be swelling," I suggested the symptom, taking a seat next to her, "I read up that in month five, you can develop swelling in certain areas. They recommend having your feet at the same height as your belly."

Clare lied down on her back, shifting around for about two minutes before getting comfortable in the same position she started in. I didn't point that out, because if I did I'd get slapped in the back of my head.

"Can you give me my pregnancy pillow Eli? It's in the closet," I walked over to the closet, pulling out the gigantic pillow, and lying it underneath Clare.

"Now you rest, and I'm going to catch up on some cleaning. After this, we can go out for a walk or something, yes? It should help with the swelling," she nodded, "Sure, but we'll have to walk slow because my back is killing me."

Clare cuddled into the pillow, ignoring-most likely-every word I said.

I swear, that pillow gets more action than I do lately.

"Comfy?" I asked, and she nodded, "Very.

About two weeks ago, Clare had complained to Cece that our mattress, the one we paid around six hundred dollars for, was becoming more and more uncomfortable as the days go by. Cece knew that a pregnant woman shouldn't be uncomfortable, and so did I, but I had no idea what to do. I sure as hell knew I wasn't going to go out and buy another mattress-we couldn't afford that.

So, instead of buying another expensive mattress, Cece offered to buy three pregnancy pillows. Two to keep in the apartment, one downstairs and one in our bed, the other at Cece and Bullfrogs just incase we go over and she needs her rest.

I turned on the fan next to her, and put up the air conditioner, even though it was almost thirty degrees outside. Since it was January, the cold temperatures came easily. But, the cold winds coming through the window, Clare had claimed 'aren't enough'.

She curled up into her pillow, her eyes resting as I laid her favorite 'A two-year-old with a ghetto blaster is a baby boomer' blanket that Adam gave us as an early present, over her.

Before going up the steps to take a quick shower, I made sure Clare was asleep, and when I heard a light snore, I was given my reassurance...

THE NEXT DAY

CLARE

"Hello Clare, how're you feeling?" I flashed her a smile, before reading off the list of complaints I had jotted down to tell her, "Doing okay, a bit constipated from time to time. I get nosebleeds before I go to sleep sometimes. Also, the swelling in my legs has gotten a lot worse. Food cravings aren't too bad. My abdominal area has been feeling really tender," I put all the symptoms down on the table for Dr. Caster.

Within the past few months of doctor appointments with doctor Caster, I've become very comfortable with telling her how I really feel. I know she's only trying to help me, and since I tell Eli everything, no matter how embarrassing, I felt at peace with my emotions in this office.

"Well that sounds like the regular pregnant symptoms. Now, since last time you two didn't want to have an ultrasound...I was just wondering if you would like one? Just to get some assurance."

Eli and I didn't want to look at our baby last time, being that we were in a rush, and we weren't ready. We were at the stage where if we saw our little baby, we'd want to just take it home with us. Pull it out of the screen, place it in a bassinet and stare at it for the rest of our lives.

But over the last month, Eli and I discussed the fact that we would want to do an ultrasound, for the sake of our baby scrapbook. We really want to know the sex, being that Cece wants to buy all the clothes and make a list for the baby shower. Even though I didn't want one, Eli was going to throw me one, claiming it was the right thing to do. But, he wouldn't tell me when-he wanted it to be a surprise.

"Clare and I decided that we want to see our baby," Eli offered to Dr. Caster kindly, his voice breaking my thoughts, "We're ready."

Dr. Caster smiled, "Okay Clare, lie down and I'll bring the machine in."

I rested my back on the table, looking up at Eli, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I want to see our baby," he kissed my lips, holding my hand tightly. I could feel the pulse in both our hands throbbing against each other, "Let's just relax."

"I'm more excited than I was at my first Dead Hand concert," Eli's foot was tapping up and down on the tiled floor, as Dr. Caster rolled in the machine, "Okay Clare, now if you can, please roll up your shirt to underneath your breasts."

I did as I was told, and my heart raced. Dr. Caster warned, "This might be warm...or cold, it goes either way for pregnant woman."

"O-okay," she smiled, rubbing the warm gel over my tummy, "Relax Clare, breathe. This is a happy time in your life, don't be upset."

Tears sprung my from my eyes unknowingly, as the dark room illuminated the screen. She moved the device over my stomach, smoothing the gel out, "Okay now...if you look up at the screen..."

"Dr. Caster, um-what are those sacs?" I asked, pointing to the screen with curiosity and confusion.

Eli gripped onto my hand nervously, as I tightened my fingers around his. My lungs felt like they were caving in on me, and cutting off my oxygen supply. I forced myself to swallow, in order to keep breathing.

"Well I'll be damned... congratulations you two, you're having triplets!"

END OF CHAPTER 11

Reviews? :D

This is the reason why Clare's expanding wider than usual, the 'more than one baby kicking' reference, her back aches are more intense, and etc etc.

The Eclare triplets will change A LOT of things in both Eli and Clare's lives/futures!

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I didn't reread this chapter; sorry for any mistakes!

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