Bright and early on Thursday morning, Dr. Seavers comes in announcing we are ready to go home. She had already looked over my chart, along with the charts for Anna Claire and Harper that Dr. Parker had dropped off. Asking how I am feeling, I reply - "Really, I never expected to feel this good four days after delivery." She nods her head in agreement - "Sara, you are a definite exception to about every rule I've ever had. You had no prenatal care until after 15 weeks, at 18 weeks we discovered you were carrying twins. No gestational diabetes, no preeclampsia… You delivered at twins at 36 weeks with no complications. Not to mention, you chose a water birth and had no pain medication. You began nursing immediately after delivery with no problems. I'd definitely say you were a natural at this. I'd like to do a follow up exam in about 4 weeks, once you get home and get settled in, just call the office schedule one when it's convenient. If you were to need an appointment before then, please call." Taking a long look at the girls, she smiles at us before leaving the room. Anticipating going home today, we had managed to pack up most of what we had brought - only needing to change the girls' before we left. Several minutes later, a nurse comes in with a wheel chair to escort me to the car, I quickly tell her that I won't be needing it - I will walk and carry one of the twins in the carrier. Gil makes a quick trip out to the car to take our bags before coming back in to help with the babies. We change them, dressing them in identical pink and white gingham sleepers that Brass had sent earlier. Gently nestling them in the carrier, we are ready to go home. We get the carriers set into the carseat bases and are finally on our way.
Gil drives slower than usual on the way home - I tease him for it and he just replies, "I've got precious cargo, Sara." I smile and squeeze his hand, falling in love with him even more. At last, we are at home - the girls have fallen asleep during the ride, so we bring carrier and all in. Gil sits both carriers on the sofa and I begin unbuckling the straps and carefully remove Anna Claire and Harper from the carriers, Gil takes Harper in his arms. Neither one stir too much, quickly settling back to sleep. I look at Gil in amazement, I was sure they would wake up - and be quite fussy. Turning on the television, we sit on the couch coddling the two tiny bundles. The girls begin to wake, quiet cries and grimaces - Gil walks upstairs to the nursery and returns with two tiny diapers, wipes, creams - everything you could need to change diapers. Laying Harper on the sofa, he kneels in front of her, carefully unsnapping the sleeper. He begins to change her diaper, gently applying diaper cream before fastening the diaper. Snapping the sleeper, he places Harper in my arms and takes Anna Claire - repeating the diaper changing process. I cradle Harper close, breathing in the sweet smell of a newborn baby. Both Harper and Anna Claire are still whimpering and seem unsatisfied. I position Harper to nurse and ask Gil to situate Anna Claire on the opposite side. Immediately, they begin to settle down, and as soon as I offer - they are both nursing, as I embrace their two tiny bodies. For the next several hours, I hold them as they sleep, bellies full and satisfied. Later that evening, Gil orders take out from a nearby café for dinner. After we have finished eating, we carry the girls up to the nursery, laying them down in the same crib. We stand over them watching them wriggle until they are cuddled together in a tight bundle, much like they were for 9 months. Gil reads them a short story about a butterfly, noting they are fast asleep before he finishes. We bid our good nights and I love you's to them and turn the light off - heading back down to the sofa.
"It's hard to believe that we finally are home with them, isn't it?" I ask, sitting down beside Gil. "It all seems so surreal." he replies. "They are perfect copies of you, Sara. Beautiful in every way. I am a very blessed man." he adds, reaching for my legs and pulling them onto his lap. We spend the next few hours talking, and I am enjoying quite the massage on my legs. Longing for something more, I turn to face him, sliding my legs to the floor. Reaching my hand to his face, I caress it - letting it wander from his face to his chest. I pull him closer to me, kissing him makes my skin tingle with desire. Remembering that I am to "refrain from intercourse" at least until my appointment, which is 4 weeks away at best, I am still filled with desire. My body aches in a different way - craving intimacy, wanting to touch him, have him touch me. Whispering in my ear, "Are you sure you want this?" I moan a throaty gasp in his ear, letting him know my response. I crawl up towards him, gently kissing him - he pulls me close to him. He firmly places a hold on the backside of my thighs, pulling my body into a collision with his. His hands ease up my shirt, placing kisses along my breastbone. I can feel his arousal growing, making me want him all the more. I reach my hand between his legs, quickly unzipping his pants. Finding his rock hard penis, I grasp it in my hands, fondling it. I pull away from his kiss, turning towards his arousal - I lean down towards it, eyeing him with a lusty look. I lick all the way down the shaft before slowly working my way up. Pausing to circle the throbbing head, I lower myself down until his penis has filled my mouth. His hands caress my back as I move my head up and down - at times deep throating his entire length. His breathing begins to quicken, and I match it with my mouth. His hand gently holds my head, slowing the pace down just a bit. I can feel him begin to squirm, realizing he is getting close. I raise up and take a deep breath before returning to my previous pleasure. Just as I take his throbbing penis into my mouth again, we are interrupted by a sharp wail coming from the nursery. I look at Gil, a silent apology extends from me, as we both get up off the couch and tread up the stairs.
