My alarm wakes me up in the morning. Growling, I roll over and shut this ringing thing off before turning to my left side. As predicted, he is already awake although I didn't hear him waking up this morning. I get out of bed and yawn as my ears hear the running shower. I walk into our bathroom and get greeted by humid air. It's rare that he's having a hot shower. My eyes spot him standing under one of the two rain shower heads. I take the moment as he hasn't noticed me yet and stare at him. The water is dripping down his glorious body, which seems to be as magnificent looking as it did yesterday before I flogged and whipped him. I feel my body reacting to what I see, to whom I see. My pulse starts rising as the throbbing between my legs increases and the blood in my ears starts singing the same siren's song it always does whenever I look at my husband. I can't believe we've been married for over eight years now. I can't believe I already spent a decade with this man by my side.
I walk over to him and open the shower door. I step into the shower, close the door behind me and wrap my arms around his muscular torso. I can feel his body heat warming mine while the water from the rain shower head splashes down our bodies. He's a dream come true. He wraps his hands around mine, holding my hands for a moment before he opens them to turn around. He places the palms on his shoulders before he wraps his hands around my waist. I feel his touch resonating in my body, awakening something deep deep inside of me - something we call a million times more. His bright blue orbs stare into mine and I watch them slowly transitioning into a turquoise base color with a light blue marble. I brush through his wet chestnut hair with my left hand as my right moves down to his heart. I can feel it racing just as fast as mine. The throbbing between my legs echoes his vibrating cock that's touching my stomach, demanding another round after just a few hours of sleep. I can feel his hot breath against mine and suddenly the warm water coming from above feels icy cold compared to that. His hands wander up my back, slowly striking the curve of my spine. My breathe becomes shallow as he rests his forehead against mine. I notice that we're breathing in the same intervals - just like our hearts are beating in the same rhythm. We're a union. I can feel our lips brushing against each other with every breath we take. His cock vibrates against my stomach, increasing the throbbing between my legs every time our lips brush. But we don't give in. We've given into our bodies' needs, now it's time to give into the needs of our souls.
I yawn and stop on the last step as I see my husband standing in front of the stove, cooking eggs in a pan. He is not yet dressed in his suit yet - but I love him even more in his light grey v-neck shirt and black Armani briefs. The muscles that form his body may mostly be hidden, but they still shine through. Troy Bolton really makes the clothes. I have to bite my lip as I once again have to remind myself that this is really my life - that this man is married to me and that we have a wonderful family. I am living my dream life!
"Stop fucking me with your eyes and get your sexy ass over here." He says grinning before twisting his upper body to me.
I flush, feeling like a teenager that got caught doing something nasty when really I am a thirty year old woman who has been with this man for over ten years - eight of these happily married. I can't wrap my head around how fast time has flown by. And he still makes me feel like a teenager. I decide to walk over to him as he puts the eggs on two plates. He made omelettes with lots of veggies. I switch off the stove before wrapping my arms around his waist. "When was the last time we had the house for ourselves?" I mumble before kissing the right side of his neck.
"It feels like forever." He wraps his fingers around mine, carefully fondling my wedding bands before opening my hands. He turns around before placing my hands on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat through his shirt. It's beating just as fast as mine. He places his hands on my hips before closing the gap between our bodies. Softly, he presses his forehead against mine and I feel his hot breath clashing against my face. Our bodies start reacting to the heat between us, but we don't give in. We just stand there, breathing for and with each other for a while before the hectic day gets the best of us.
I reach out for my jeans and wince as I feel his lips on my neck. My body reacts to his the usual way as a chuckle escapes my lips. He wraps his right arm around my waist, keeping me from getting to the jeans. My husband's smell fills my nostrils as my bare back rests against the white Oxford shirt that he's already wearing. I can feel his abs as his body heat warms mine. He's always the first one to get dressed. In ten years of being together I have not once been dressed quicker than him. He also makes me feel safe and sound so easily. His lips mirror my grin as we stare into each other's eyes for a moment. As he leans in to kiss me, I know what's coming. But it overwhelms me nevertheless. Every. Single. Time. Our bodies react even more to one another as soon as our lips touch. A prickling sensation runs through my body. His love for me rushes through me like electricity. It's intoxicating. It has been for over ten years. I get lost in the dance our tongues are dancing. In moments like these it feels like we just met - and not spent a decade together. For minutes, we just stand there, making out like teenagers. He doesn't make a movement for more, enjoying this just like me. His grip around my waist doesn't loosen up a bit. He's in control and he loves it. The heat inside of me becomes unbearable, but I am not strong enough to break away from his lips. It's the other way around, I start craving him even more as our tongues still dance that tango. My fingers dig into his right arm. He breaks away from my lips and I lift his arm off of me to turn around fully. He licks his lips as I stare into his turquoise coloured orbs. His cock vibrates against my lower abdomen and I feel my pussy throbbing in response. Damn, he makes me feel so horny so easily. It's not fair. I look at his lips, it's so not fair. Suddenly, his lips crash against mine again, but I let go before my desire takes over. "Troy, we should get dressed." I want him, but I got used to live with this immense desire for him that I feel. Though, he makes it not easy to be at work on time when he looks at me like this.
"Sure." He agrees before kissing the nape of my neck again.
"I'm serious." I say as he kisses the left corner of my mouth. I can't help but smile. "Otherwise we're going to be late for work."
"We're our own bosses. If I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you."
I take a step back and raise my eyebrow, "If?" Is he serious?!
"Yes, if." He insists, his eyes turning dark.
I place my hand on my hip, "You mean when."
He places his hands on my hips before pulling me closer to him again. "When." He echoes, starring deeply in my eyes.
I lick my lips as I feel the heat inside of me rising again, "Well, unfortunately that when is not going to be now."
He shakes his head and holds on to me even tighter as I make a move to turn away. "I can always use our room to make you."
I roll my eyes at his words, "Troy Bolton doesn't need that room to make me beg for it. But-"
"No buts." He interrupts me. "We have the house for ourselves. I want to make use of it." He kisses me passionately, "For as long as I can, Mrs. Bolton."
I feel the blood singing in my ears and I know I'm flushing. He knows how to get me to do exactly what he wants. He knows my buttons and he likes to make use of it. "The meeting this morning with my staff is important. We're discussing new strategies for our social media accounts and-" he shuts me off with another kiss.
"Give me an hour." He starts kissing down to my cleavage. I'm so close to giving into him and he knows that.
"I can give you five minutes." I say back instead. I can explain anything up until fifteen.
He looks up at me, "I'll have you begging for more." He kisses the right side of my neck.
I close my eyes as he finds one of my erogenous zones. Damn it, he always makes me beg for more.
He stops the Tesla in front of the main entrance of my recording studio, Unfaithful Records. It's early in the morning as the sun hasn't fully risen yet. But London's streets are already busy with people getting to work. I can't see any paparazzi though. My hand opens the safety belt. As he predicted, he made me beg for more - two times to be exact - hence we really are an hour late.
"I'll pick you up at five." He informs me as our eyes meet for a second. I almost forgot why we've had the house to ourselves in the first place.
I nod as my hand reaches for the door handle, "Have a great day at work."
He smiles at me, "You, too."
I return his smile before opening the door of the silver Tesla. Suddenly, I feel his hand grabbing my wrist and I turn around. Before my mouth can ask any question I feel his lips crashing against mine. I return his kiss, being overwhelmed with this gesture. We kiss behind closed doors - and rarely in our car. It's not our style. Our style is private. Our style has sixteen floggers and twelve whips.
As he lets go of my lips I can't help but smirk, "Is that suppose to tell me something, Mr. Bolton?"
He chuckles at my words, "A fucking million times more."
I bite my lip as his words reach the bottom of my soul, "A fucking million times more then." I agree with his love confession. "I'll see you later."
"You will." He promises me as I get out of the Tesla. I shut the door of the silver car close and stare at him for a second before turning around. The butterflies in my tummy go wild.
This time I can feel him before he says anything. His smell starts filling my nostrils as his eyes burn through my body, but I keep my eyes focused on the screen as my fingers finish the last email for the day. My day has been filled with meetings and conference calls. I barely had a minute to myself and no proper lunch break. The green smoothie on my marble coaster is still half-full. But the Mrs. Bolton cup that my husband gifted me has been refilled with coffee four times today. I've been living off the wrong fluids today as I probably only drank a liter of water. It's been a hectic day and I've been glued to the desk ever since I got here. Slowly, I finish the email, teasing him on purpose. He doesn't say anything or react the way I expect him to. Instead, he just continues staring at me thinking of something I don't know about. Does he think of me as often as I do of him?
As my body can't tolerate his gaze any longer I save the email as a draft. "I'll be done in a second." I inform him, being the first to break the silence of almost ten minutes. I can see him reacting to my voice in the corner of my right eye - I must have ripped him out of his thoughts. After shutting the iMac off, my hands reach for my black classic Chanel flap bag before I decide to give him the attention he deserves. As predicted he stands in the open door, starring at me - undressing me with his eyes. He looks magnificent in that dark blue suit with the white Oxford shirt underneath. There's no tie around his neck and the first button of his shirt is open. Damn it, he has the word sex written all over his body.
I am the happiest woman in the world.
"Are you done undressing me with your eyes?" I ask him smirking as I get off of my chair.
"Not even close." He shakes his head as I walk over to him, "After this appointment I'll do the real thing." His hand wraps around my waist, keeping me safe and sound.
I brush through his hair, "Please do." I whisper as I stare into his dark blue orbs. They change color right in front of me and I know I pulled a trigger only I can - the trigger to his heart, his soul and his desire. The trigger to a million times more.
His lips crash against mine as he kisses me harshly, demanding the way into my mouth instead of asking. I return his kiss that's intoxicating. With his feet, he shuts the door close behind him. I feel his hands moving down to my jeans, nearly ripping the button off of them. What have I done?
I let go of his lips, needing air to breathe, "Troy, we have an appointment to get to." I remind him as he stripes the jeans and my panties down my legs. He helps me out of my jeans, stripping the fabric carefully over my heels. My body has a mind of it's own when we're together and he knows it. More so, he uses it. He doesn't listen to my words. "Troy," I stop talking as I feel his lips on my inner thighs. My body reacts with a burning desire - the desire my husband has to feel as well. His lips kiss my lower abdomen before he rises to his full height, being half a head taller than me. Automatically, my fingers find the button of his trousers as he gets out of the dark blue jacket he's wearing. His lips find mine again as my fingers fight with the button of his trousers. I pull back, "My office is off-limit." I remind him, getting back in control again.
He growls, "Just once."
"No." I say, shaking my head. My office has been off-limit ever since I opened my firm. Eight years later and we have still stuck to that one simple rule. I won't break that just because we're both craving it. Insanely craving it.
His lips kiss my neck, "I want to be inside of you."
A sharp whistle escapes my lungs. Damn it, I want that too. He bites softly into my neck and I feel my body reacting to his so easily. "When we're home..." I whisper as his lips kiss down to my cleavage. Oh, he's driving me insane!
"I want you now..." he looks up into my eyes, revealing to me the state he is in. Desire floats through his orbs like lava.
I gulp before I tilt my head to the side, "At home." I promise him.
He closes his eyes, giving in. Sighing, he bends down to help me get back into my clothes. He pulls my panties and jeans up my legs again. "Home." He whispers before kissing my venus mounds through the lace of my panties. A moan escapes my lips as I didn't expect the waves of pleasure floating through my veins from this one simple touch. A chuckle escapes the lungs of my husband as he pulls the jeans up to my hips before closing the button. "Didn't expect that, did you?"
I shake my head grinning as I look down to his smiling face, "Just wait until we're alone in the safety of our house..." I'll drive him wild just like he did with me.
He grabs my left hand before kissing my knuckles, "One day, I'll make you break that rule for me."
"One day, I'll be having you down on your knees..." I promise him as I let my thumb run over his lips.
"I'm already down on my knees for you, my angel." His dark blue orbs look up into mine. He literally is on his knees for me.
I tilt my head to the side, "But not the way I want you to be, my love." With a curious look on his face, my husband rises to his full height again, being half a head taller than me now. I brush through his hair before kissing him softly. "And now let's go to that appointment."
"How long have you been trying to get pregnant?" Dr. Wilson asks me. Although we decided to stop the craziness we called trying for almost six years now, I did convince him to go to this doctors appointment. It took me a year to get this appointment so I might as well make use of it. Because I still want a baby. Seeing Liam for the first time has ripped wounds open I hoped that had healed. And now my heart is constantly bleeding for this wish. It's a whole new level of ache - and I have no idea how to deal with it.
"Well, we've been having unprotected sex for about seven years, but we started looking at my cycle maybe five and a half years ago." I explain to her.
"And Dr. Ross is your gynecologist?" she opens the file Dr. Ross has sent her.
"Yes." I say and watch her closely as her blue eyes read the file that's laying in front of her. It's a rather thick file. She flips the page that probably only had the usual data and frowns as she continues reading. She starts looking at old ultrasound photos of my uterus. "May I ask why there's so much scarring tissue in your uterus?"
I gulp, it's unusual for a woman to have so much scarring tissue. Especially a woman of my age.
Dr. Wilson looks up from the file and closes it, "I know this is a personal question. But this is a personal topic. I have to know as much of you as possible to make a proper therapy plan, Mrs. Bolton."
I look over at Troy for a second, he reaches out for my hand and laces his fingers with mine. With a soft squeeze he gives me the strength I need. "I got kidnapped almost eight years ago. The people who had me tortured me."
"How?" Dr. Wilson puts on her poker face.
"Mainly punches, but there were a few syringes with toxins as well. Some used a taser, others used knifes..." I lick my lips as I feel a shiver running through my body. Speaking about it is still not easy. "My uterus got quite damaged. The doctor that treated me after I got rescued, told me that it is very unlikely for me to have any more biological children."
She nods, "Looking at these photos, I have to say I'm sharing his opinion."
I don't like her answer, "Well, I thought maybe you could help us somehow... With a new therapy maybe..." I shrug.
"We'll see." she opens the file again before flipping to the last page that's still blank. "How many times have you sex in a week?"
"Daily." I breathe out, unsure if I should feel uncomfortable or proud. I might feel both. After eight years of being married we're still as horny as when we met.
Her bright blue eyes look at my husband sitting next to me. His hand squeezes mine as if he wanted me to know that there's no reason for me to turn into the green eyed monster. "What treatments have you done so far?"
"I took hormone-shots for two years. I had to stop the last cycle half-way because my vision got bad and we didn't want to risk any permanent damage. After a break that consisted of me getting on the pill for a year to regulate my period, we started with the hormonal shots again. Until fully stopping about thirteen months ago."
She nods before she takes a note with her pen, "In these years you've been trying, have you ever been pregnant?"
I gulp, I knew this question would come up. "Once." I breathe out and watch my husband's shocked eyes looking at me. I feel his questions burning on his tongue but he holds it. His lips form a thin line and I watch his eyes turning from anger to disappointment, so I look away.
"At what time in your pregnancy did you miscarry?"
"When I took the test it said I was about two weeks pregnant. I miscarried a few days later." I explain to her.
"Is your cycle regular now?"
I shake my head, "No. I was on the pill for a year or so to regulate it, but as soon as I stopped taking it, my cycle went crazy again."
"How long are the times between your periods?"
I sigh, "It can be anywhere from 28 to 45 days, I'd guess. Sometimes I don't have my period for two, three months, while other times I have it twice a month. It's a pain in the ass."
She smiles, "Alright, that would be all for the inquisition. Let's do an ultrasound and see what we're working with before I take your blood to run some tests. Just because your situation is difficult doesn't mean there's no hope at all." I like her. I really like her! I know this appointment was a good idea! I knew it! She rises from her chair and I follow her to the examination chair before I open the button of my jeans. "When was the last time you had your period?"
She pours cold gel on my stomach before she starts moving the ultrasound. I start counting the days in my head as my husband sits down next to me. "Maybe four weeks ago? Or five..." I trail off. "Or six. I can't remember. As I said, it's really irregular and I stopped buying a pregnancy every time my period doesn't come because it's negative no matter what." Plus I want to spare him the heartache as it's much worse than mine.
"Except for that one time." Troy's angry whisper reaches my ears.
I turn my head to the side as I feel Dr. Wilson moving the ultrasound on my lower abdomen, "I won't discuss it with you right now."
"Oh, I'm not sure I'll leave it with just a discussion, Gabriella." his voice is icy cold, full of disappointment and hurt. He's barely keeping it together. What have I done?!
I close my eyes, I knew keeping this from him was a bad idea, but I had to protect him. At least for a few years.
"Have you been in a lot of stress lately?"
I chuckle at her question. A lot of stress? I don't know what life is without any. "Well, I'm working a lot but I love my job. We just adopted a girl from Saint Petersburg a little over three months ago."
"Oh, that wasn't in your file but it's wonderful. What's her name?"
"Anastasia." I grin as her name leaves my lips. My heart automatically fills with love when I think of either of my daughters. They are the center of my world - among with their father of course.
"How old is she?"
"Seven. She'll turn eight in a few months."
"Is she older or younger than your other daughter, Adaline is it, right?"
I nod, "A little younger. Four days younger to be exact."
"Adaline must be thrilled." She grins as she looks at the ultrasound monitor, "That miscarriage... How long was it ago?"
It's shocking how fast my mood changes from overwhelmed to heartbroken. I gulp as I feel my heart remembering this day as if it happened yesterday. "About three and a half years ago." I say back, frowning. "Why did that cause any more scars? My uterus isn't baby friendly anyway."
She chuckles, "No... I just-" she stops abruptly in her words. There's shock in her eyes and she frowns. "Oh..."
Oh? What does that mean? "Is something wrong?" Troy's voice is full of worry and for a second I think he forgot that I didn't mention my miscarriage to him.
"Do you have identical siblings on your side of the family, Mrs. Bolton?"
I shake my head, "No. But Troy's a non-identical twin." Why is she asking that?
Dr. Wilson clears her throat, "Well, looks like I have some bad news and some good news."
That doesn't sound good. "The bad news first, please." I say and feel Troy squeezing my hand. The worst she can say is that I will never ever have any biological children. That she won't be the help we both hoped for. That there's no therapy that could get me pregnant.
"I can't help you. I'm afraid, I am the wrong address for your wish."
I frown. She's the best at fulfilling baby wishes. She gives babies to people who've been wanting them for years! It took me a year to get an appointment ! A bloody year! And now she can't help us? Why the hell can't she help us?! I didn't come here for nothing! I wanted to start a new therapy and not this!
"What's the good news?" Troy asks for me as I am still staring at her with wide eyes. I can't believe she said that! What kind of doctor does that?!
Her fingers press a few buttons on the keyboard of the ultrasound. Suddenly, a black and white image appears on the white board behind her. It's a blurry mess inside of me. My uterus is more scarred than I thought. It looks scary in black and white... of course, she's no help with an uterus like mine.
"What are we looking at?" Troy asks her.
"My fucked up uterus. With scars worse than she has ever seen. That's what we're looking at." I think out loud, not masking the disappointment in my voice. She was our last hope.
"Not quite." she smirks at me.
"What's the good news, then?" I ask her sighing. I am acting like a four year old but I can't help it.
"The good news is that I can't help you, because..." she moves the ultrasound on my stomach and presses a few buttons at the computer in front of her. Suddenly, a swooshing sound starts filling my ears and I feel my eyes watering up immediately. I know that sound. I've been waiting for almost eight years to hear that sound again. I may have only heard that once before but I'll always remember it. "you already are pregnant." Her words are a whisper as the swooshing sounds fill my ears. I feel my ears embracing the sound as much as my heart does. Goosebumps start covering my arms as I can't believe what I'm hearing! It feels so surreal that for a second I think I'm dreaming. I bite on my lip, just to see if it's a dream or not. It's not. This is real... This is real! It's a bit different than last time. It sounds much more vibrant, much more alive. I never thought I'd hear it again...
"No!" I breathe out, full of shock. I blink, trying to hide my emotions before I look at Troy. His bright blue orbs are full of hope, joy and love. He's trying to hold his emotions together like me, but I can see through that facade; behind the mask. He's overwhelmed. We both are. "We're having a baby." I whisper, voicing our biggest wish since over seven years now. I can't believe I'm finally able to say this! We're having a baby! I'm pregnant! I really am pregnant!
His smile is worth a billion discussions and arguments over my miscarriage. This baby now makes up for our loss. "We're having a baby." he echoes my words and I feel them ring inside of me. A baby... we're having a baby!
"Actually, you're not having a baby." Dr. Wilson concretes.
I look back at her, "What?"
"Are you saying we're having twins?" Troy asks her, just as surprised as me. That would explain her question earlier.
I shake my head, "No, not twins. I am surely not carrying twins. Am I?"
Dr. Wilson moves the ultrasound a little, "There we go... Now, I can show you." she thinks out loud, while Troy and me are still clueless. All we are seeing is the same blurry mess as before. A pregnant blurry mess. She freezes the image before she looks behind her at the white board. "Do you see these dots surrounded by a black bubbles?" she asks us, pointing at the white dots.
"Triplets..." Troy's amazed voice fills the silent examination room.
"What?!" I ask him shocked. "No, we're not having triplets..." I shake my head. There is no way, we're having three instead of one baby. I look at Dr. Wilson, "Are we?"
She nods, "Yes, congratulations you're carrying triplets."
I close my eyes, five children... we'll have five children. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. You're pregnant with triplets. About fifth week." she looks at Troy, who is beaming. "It's very unusual for a woman with your background, especially in your condition to get pregnant in the first place. Given it now being triplets... it's close to winning in the lottery." Dr. Wilson slowly breathes out.
"Triplets..." I let the word roll down my tongue. Triplets. I'm having triplets. I look at the ultrasound picture on the screen behind Dr. Wilson. There really are three white dots. Three babies... Three little heartbeats... Triplets. Suddenly, I feel Troy squeezing my hand. I look at Troy, "We're having triplets."
"We're having triplets." he echoes, fondling my laced hand with his thumb.
"To give you a more concrete version: You're having two identical babies and one non-identical. Most likely." she says, pointing at the picture again. "Two white dots are surrounded by one black bubble, they share one amniotic sac and one placenta, which makes them identical in 99%. The third baby however has it's own sac and placenta."
I frown, "It means it's safer." I feel a shiver going down my spine. Even the thought of losing one baby is scary but given the possible risk of two or all three dying...
She licks her lips, "Yes. But I shouldn't be the one discussing your options. Dr. Ross is now in charge of your case again. She has delivered a lot of triplets over the years, so you're in very good hands with her."
I nod, "I'll call her practice as soon as we leave."
"Good. You have the talk things through. Make a diet plan to cover your nutritional needs, talk through the risks and all that kind of stuff..." she wipes the gel off of the ultrasound before handing me tissues. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I am quite glad that I can't help you."
I grin as I wipe the gel away from my belly, which soon has a baby bump caused by triplets inside. "I'm happy about that as well." I throw the tissue into the trash. I still can't believe I'm having triplets...
Dr. Wilson prints out a picture of our babies. "You are one lucky woman."
I close the button of my jeans again before I hop off the examination chair. Luck is something I stopped believing in years ago. After the kidnapping, I thought luck doesn't exist. Now... now I've been taught otherwise. By three little babies growing inside of me.
Dr. Wilson's bright blue eyes look at the photo once more before she hands Troy the black and white image of our babies - of our triplets. "Dr. Ross will tell you the sexes in a few weeks unless you want to keep it a surprise."
"Oh no, having triplets is surprise enough!" I breathe out as she shakes hands with me.
"I wish you and your growing family all the best." Her eyes are faithfully, her smile bright as she looks at Troy. "You should get ready to chase around three more humans."
He smiles widely as he tucks the picture into the side pocket of his jacket, "I can't wait."
Dr. Wilson holds the door open for me, "Send me a photo of them once they're born."
I gulp, this still feels kind of surreal.
"We will." Troy promises her for me before we walk out of the examination room. We pass the reception area and I watch the nurses holding their breath as they see my husband walking in front of me. All three brown eyed pairs are full of desire and dreams as they see him. Married or not, Troy will always be a woman-magnet.
"Mrs. Bolton, do you need another appointment?" one of them asks me.
I shake my head, "No."
"Oh..." she sounds disappointed. "Well, have a great evening then."
"Thank you." I say with a small smile on my lips as we leave the practice. The hallway of the building is busy, full of people rushing home. I watch Troy pushing the button and wait in silence with him for the elevator to arrive.
"We can take the stairs." I offer as people start collecting around the closed elevator doors.
His bright blue eyes look at me, "No. We're on the 36th floor."
The doors open and I see a rather crowded elevator. I look at him, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. We can take the next one." he says as the people behind us rush into the elevator. The doors close again and we're left in an empty silent hallway.
"Troy," I start as his fingers push the button again. "We're pregnant."
I watch the smile on his lips growing so big that it nearly bursts my heart. "We're pregnant."
"With triplets." I say back, grinning just as much as him.
"Yes with triplets." he agrees with me as the doors open again. To my surprise the elevator is completely empty. We walk into the mirrored elevator and I push the P2 button for the second parking floor. I watch the doors close and look at my reflection. I can't believe I am pregnant... I look no different but I am five weeks pregnant. There's no bump and I have no gained a single pound. If I didn't just see and hear them, I wouldn't believe it.
"When were you going to tell me about your miscarriage?" he asks me out of the sudden, his dark blue orbs focussing my reflection.
"Well-"
"If Dr. Wilsons hadn't had asked, would you have told me otherwise?"
"No."
"Gabriella!"
I twist my body around and look at him, "I didn't want to hurt you with information that's not going to change our situation anyway."
"Not..." he shakes his head in disbelief, "Not change our situation?! When will you understand that we're in this together?! We're an union, Gabriella! A family! You should have told me."
"Listen-"
"When were you pregnant?"
"Troy, why do you-"
"Tell me when!" he demands, sounding just like his father Franklin.
I gulp, "I did the test the day after you flew to New York. About three and a half years ago. It was your trip to expand Bolton's Enterprises to the U.S. Market. It was an important trip. I didn't want to ruin it."
"You are fucking unbelievable!" he yells at me. "Why didn't you call-"
"I did call you, okay?!" I hiss back at him, "But you didn't pick up because you were in a business meeting. A very important business meeting. It was the night you closed the deal. I figured it wouldn't hurt to wait and to tell you when you came home. A week sooner or later wouldn't have changed anything. But something did change as I lost the baby the day you came home." I gulp down my emotions. "And when you came home-"
"You pretended like nothing happened." he interrupts me with anger in his eyes.
"No! When you came back home, I saw you with Adaline and it tore my heart apart that I wasn't able to give you what you truly wanted: another baby." I say into his eyes. "So, I gulped down my emotions and gathered myself together and promised myself to do anything to make our wish come true."
He sighs, "Gabriella..."
I brush through my hair, "I won't apologize for it. It wasn't a mistake. It was my decision."
"You excluded me! Again!" He runs his finger through his hair. "You're driving me wild! You promise one thing and then you do the opposite!"
I cross my arms in front of my chest. "I made a choice."
He shakes his head in disbelief. "Are we really going one step forward and two steps back again? Come on, Gabriella, we've been through this shit."
I take a step back, still feeling the mental slap in my face. He thinks we're falling back into old habits. "Respect my decision. I am not asking you to understand it. You are clearly not willing to."
"I didn't-"
"Oh, yes you did." my voice has a warning angry vibrating tone. He better not get me angry right now or I will rip his head off with my bare hands.
"It's just..." his lips form a thin line before his hand reaches out for mine, "I could have been there for you. Support you... It must've been painful to miscarry... and the grief for our dead baby..."
"It wasn't a baby yet. It was an embryo that was three weeks olds. We couldn't even hear the heartbeat on an ultrasound yet. It was nothing." I hiss at him, looking to the floor.
"Don't pull out the Adaline-card. It was our baby, no matter how old it was... it was our baby." his hand squeezes mine and I inhale sharply as I feel the tears burning in my eyes.
I gulp down the tears and look up, "Seeing your heart breaking from the words that leave my mouth is far more painful than any miscarriage could ever be."
He pulls me into a hug, "We won't loose these three."
His promise rings in my ears, causing goosebumps to cover my skin, "I hope so, too." I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. The doors open with a ping and I feel my husband moving, but I hold tighter around him. "Wait, just a few more seconds." I mumble with closed eyes. I need these seconds to get myself back together again.
I feel him stretching out his arm as his fingers push another button to hold the doors open, "Okay."
I inhale his scent deeply, before I open my eyes. Looking into his crystal blue eyes, I feel him giving me the strength I needed. I smile, "Good, let's go."
Lacing our fingers together, we walk out of the elevator. The parking deck is almost empty as it is already past seven o'clock in the evening. The streets of London will be filled with so much traffic that it'll take more than the usual hour to get home. As we walk up to our silver Tesla, Troy unlocks the car. I get seated on the passenger seat and fish my cellphone out of the glove compartment in the car. I unlock the screen with my fingerprint before I search for Dr. Ross' number in my contact list. I push the calling button as Troy gets seated in the car as well.
"Dr. Ross' practice, my name is Louisa. How may I help you?" the friendly nurse says on the other line.
"Good evening, my name is Gabriella Bolton. I was just at Dr. Wilson's practice and she told me that I'm having triplets. Hence, I need an appointment as soon as possible."
"Triplets! Oh how wonderful, Mrs. Bolton!" she seems to be not less than excited about that. "Well if you're still around we can manage to get you in just now." I'm sure that's because of my celebrity status. But I don't mind it. There has to be one good thing for getting chased by the paparazzi 24/7.
"Now?" I ask back, looking at Troy who nods at me. "Now's perfect. We'll be there in..."
"Fifteen to twenty." Troy's mouths me.
"About twenty minutes." I add smiling.
"Lovely! See you soon." she hangs up.
"Must be our lucky day." I say as I put the phone back into my purse.
My husband smiles as starts driving, "It must be indeed." he agrees with me.
I place my hand on his as we drive through the busy streets of London. He laces his left hand with mine before moving our hands to his lips. He kisses my hand and I feel butterflies going crazy in my stomach. There are five Bolton members sitting in our car today. Five!
It simply blows my mind.
I watch my husband parking the car before switching it off. After two hours at Dr. Ross' practice and another hour of driving, we are finally home. Dr. Wilson was right: there was definitely a lot to discuss, including the option to kill one of them in order for the other two to have a higher chance to survive - needless to say that this is not an option at all. Usually a pregnancy with triplets is 32 weeks long. I hope we make it at least this far. It's a high risk pregnancy. A pregnancy with triplets always is, but my condition makes it even riskier. Which is why I'll be visiting Dr. Ross once every week and see a specialist every four weeks. During the last hours my emotions were on a total rollercoaster ride. It's already half past ten and I feel like passing out any second.
"I need a moment." I breathe out as he is about to open the door. I haven't processed everything that has happened yet. It all feels like a blur.
"Okay." he twists his upper body into my direction, his blue eyes filled with worry.
The last hours feel like a dream. Did it really happen? Am I really pregnant? Is this real? I gulp, feeling overwhelmed out of the sudden. Tears start streaming down my face uncontrollably. I feel his hands on my cheeks a second later, wiping away the salty drops. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down but it doesn't help. He embraces me, holding me close to his heart. I sob into his shirt, giving into the need to express my emotions. It takes me a few minutes to gain my strength back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." I breathe out before letting go of his embrace.
"Are you sure?"
I nod, "The last hours were a lot to take in."
He kisses me softly. "I know... ready?"
I nod and we both get out of the car.
"When shall we tell the girls?" Troy asks me as we walk to the front door.
"As soon as we have a chance to. They are going to notice it anyway. At least Ana will." I say to him as the door opens. Ana is the most sensitive person I ever met - there's not a single white lie she won't know about.
"Where have you been?!" Ryan asks us, placing his hand on his hip.
"I'm sorry, Dad, but the traffic was just horrible." I joke.
"You are three hours late!" he hisses at us before letting us in. "Three hours!"
I look at Troy, we haven't informed anyone about the pregnancy yet and I'm not sure if we should tell him before the girls.
"Are Ana and Della already asleep?" Troy asks, looking away from me, giving me my answer. First the girls and then the rest of the family.
"Of course they are! After all they have school tomorrow." he rolls his eyes before chuckling, "But we might have had some ice cream while watching Netflix."
"Ryan..." I trail off, knowing the after effects already as Troy gets out of his shoes.
"I know, I know... Their brains will be all active and they sleep poorly but they begged me. Like with puppy eyes and stuff. They begged and I couldn't say no. After all, I'm the cool uncle."
I take a deep breath, before pulling him into a hug. "Thank you for babysitting."
"Are you kidding? There's no way I will ever let that Carrie bitch get close to them again. It's me and them forever, baby!"
I chuckle, "You are the best uncle they could have wished for."
"And the best looking, don't forget that!" he says before opening the front door.
"Of course..." I trail off smiling.
"Dinner next Friday at our place?"
I look at Troy, who smiles. "We wouldn't miss it for the world." he promises him before Ryan leaves the house.
I get out of my black Ralph and Russo heels before I place my coat on the hanger. "We'll tell the girls tomorrow morning then." Suddenly, I feel his hand on my hips twisting me around. His lips crash against mine as I wrap my arms around his neck. Eagerly, our tongues start dancing, creating a fire deep inside of me. I feel the staircase behind my back as my fingers run down his back. I let my hands glide beneath his jacket and pull the oxford shirt out of his trousers. As he lets go, I feel dizzy and full of love. "What was that for?"
"We're pregnant." he breathes out, before his lips kiss the nape of my neck.
I smile, "We're pregnant." I echo.
His bright blue orbs look into mine, "You have no idea how happy you make me feel right now."
I brush through his hair before I tilt my head to the side, "If it's anywhere near the happiness I am feeling then I might have a glimpse of it."
His hands brush down my upper body, "I love you."
"I love you, too." I say before kissing him softly.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes, but I want to check on the girls before we grab something to eat from the fridge." I have to eat 3,000 calories now. Even if I weren't hungry, I should probably eat.
"I'm going to start cooking then. Any wish?"
I shake my head, "Do your magic."
"Good." he whispers before kissing me again.
Smiling, I walk up the staircase leading to the first floor. I pass several paintings from Leonid Afremov, Davinchi, Rembrandt, Vermeer and Cézanne as I walk through the hallway. I stop at Henri Fantin-Latour's Roses from 1894 which is hanging next to Anastasia's room. Silently, I open the white wooden door to peek inside. Our seven year old daughter is sleeping peacefully in her white bed. She might just been with us for three months, but we already love her more than we could have dreamt of. I close the door with a small smile on my lips. Walking only one door further, I stop at Van Gogh's starry night over the Rhone. Opening another white door, I peek inside Adaline's room as well. Unlike Ana's room, Adaline's room is held in a light blue. Just like her sister, she's fast asleep as well. I close the door again and yawn as I walk further down the hallway and pass the gallery until I reach our bedroom at the end of the hallway in the left wing of our house. We should figure out which room will be their nursery. I have a feeling I will be walking down this hallway a lot when they are born. I get out of my shirt as I walk into the bedroom and into our dressing room. Quickly, I get out of my jeans and stop as I see my reflection in the mirror. Wearing only black laced underwear, my eyes move over to my belly. I place my hands on them. I can't believe we're pregnant... with triplets. There are three babies growing inside of me. Three! It took us years to fulfill our wish and now... now, I really am pregnant.
I wince as I suddenly feel my husbands hands on mine. I lean back against his strong torso, feeling the softness of his white oxford shirt just like this morning. He has rolled the sleeves up and left the jacket in the kitchen. I can't believe that I was pregnant this morning as well. I have been pregnant for five weeks! Five weeks! "It feels so surreal..." I breathe out, still amazed from the news of the day. "I mean, there's absolutely no sign of my pregnancy yet. No mood swings, no morning sickness... and no bump."
"Oh, but there will be. Soon." he promises me before kissing my cheek.
I let out a laugh, "Yes. I'll be massive! Three times as big as I was with Adaline... And this time my body won't bounce back to normal as it did with Adaline. My skin will stretch so much it might never look the same!"
He places his head on my right, "I'll love you even then."
"You say that now, but just wait until I can't get through the door anymore or-"
"I don't just say it. I mean it." his voice is filled with a bit of anger and I know it's because I didn't have faith in his words.
I gulp, "I'm going to remind you every single day."
"Okay." he kisses my cheek.
"Okay."
"The vegetables are already roasting in the oven. Should be done in about an hour." he says as he releases me from his hug.
I turn around and grab a pair of shorts with a shirt. "Sounds good."
He opens the tie around his neck that he wore for Dr. Wilson and during work before he starts unbuttoning his white oxford shirt. "The girls are still asleep?"
"As peacefully as ever." I smile as I watch him revealing his bare upper body. God, no wonder we have sex daily. How can any woman not want him? I let my fingers travel up his arms, feeling his muscles vibrating from my touch. Eight years of marriage and my hunger for him is still voracious.
"Gabriella," he hisses through his teeth as my finger nails dance up and down his back. Suddenly, food is the last thing in my mind.
"Sex is still very much an option in the Bolton household." I bite my lip as I feel his body tensing from my touch.
"High risk pregnancy." The words are a whisper, yet they cut deeper than any knife.
I don't want these words to have such a negative vibe. It might be a high risk pregnancy, but that's all it is. "Dr. Ross gave us green light. As long as I feel comfortable there is no harm in-"
He turns around, giving me no second to react as his lips kiss mine. Hungry for his taste, I return his kiss and let go of the clothes in my hand. My fingers dig into his back as he deepens the kiss. I feel his hands on my hips before he lifts me out of the sudden. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I feel him walking somewhere but I am too busy getting lost in his kiss to care. My back crashes against the only door in our closet and I realise that we won't make it that far. I feel his pulsing cock against my stomach, demanding the same satisfaction as my body. Biting into my lower lip, he lets me go. As I try to catch my breath, I feel my husband kissing the nape of my neck, my wishbone... my fingers fight with the button of his trousers as his lips start kissing my boobs. I open the trouser and he flexes his hips a little back so I can tear the clothes that are in our way down. I tear them down just enough to reveal his long big pulsing erection. I close my eyes as his lips find one of my erogenous zones. I feel his hands on my hips, his thumbs tuck into the waistband of my black laced panties. Within one strong movement, he has ripped them apart and I feel the fabric falling off of my pulsing sex. A grin appears on his lips just a second before I feel him thrusting into me. I cry out in surprise and feel his lips catching my cry.
"Shh... I forgot to close the door." There's another grin on his lips before he kisses me again. Placing one palm beside me to support himself, he starts moving quickly and I feel my hips dancing along to his rhythm. Our bodies take over as they always do, moving to the rhythm of our hearts and desires for one another. As he increases his speed, I feel the orgasm building inside of me. Quicker than I expected. My hands move down his back, my fingernails scratching his perfect skin. I bite my lip, stopping the moans from leaving my lips. My hands stop at his butt and I squeeze as the orgasm bursts inside of me. His lips catch my cry of pleasure. I see stars, feel dizzy as my husband comes just a moment later as well. I let my fingertips travel up his back again and I kiss his left tricep just where his scar is. As I look up, his bright blue orbs give the same security they always do. I brush through his hair with a smile on my lips. "Next time we should actually make it into the room."
He chuckles before he flexes his hips back. I feel him exiting me and I unwrap my legs from his hip. His trousers and briefs fall down his legs. As I have steady ground beneath my feet again, I tilt my head to the side. My eyes dance down his body. He has not had enough yet. "You're not satisfied."
"I could fuck you for 24 hours and I'd still be not satisfied."
I chuckle, although he might have been serious. "Sometimes I think I'm a bad wife because I let you walk around like this."
His fingers fondle my cheek, "You are the best wife I could have wished for. You are the reason why I am walking around like this. And I am proud of it."
"Why should that make you proud?" I frown, I mean it must be painful and uncomfortable... I am so glad that I'm a woman.
"Because just the thought of you makes me diamond hard again. And what kind of husband can say that about his wife?" There's an addictive grin on his lips.
I return his grin, but shake my head in respond to his logic. Yet every time I think of him, my body reacts with the same desire. Only mine is not as visible as his. "I think we should do something about that. Behind this closed door."
"We have food roasting in the oven. You're hungry. I can wait."
"Don't you ever sacrifice your needs for mine."
"I won't if you won't either." He says back before kissing me. I feel his erection vibrating as it touches my body. "I'm fine. And you are hungry."
I open my bra and let it fall to the floor, now standing completely naked in front of him. "Not for food."
His eyes darken and I watch the turquoise marble appearing in his iris, "Gabriella..." his voice is a plea, but his body demands something else.
"Step out of your clothes." I demand, my eyes resting on his erection. Such a demand.
For once, he does what I say. God, I have one fine looking husband.
"We still have about forty five minutes." I say as my fingers wrap around the doorknob behind me.
"I forget room and time when we're in there." He breathes out.
"I'll be your clock."
"No, you'll be drunken by my love - and I will be drunken by yours." True, that really is the biggest issue when we're in there.
I bite my lip, "I can't let you walk around like this."
"I'm used to this."
"Hand me my morning gown." I say before he picks up the silver silk morning gown. I quickly get into it and knot the belt tight around my waist.
"What's on your mind?"
"I'm going to solve our cooking problem."
His mind quickly understands, "No." he breathes out as I rush by him.
"Oh yes. You stay there!" I say in a louder voice as I rush out of the bedroom.
"Oh no, I won't." I hear him mumbling as I rush down the hallway. With fast steps, I pass paintings and photos that are hanging on the walls. I stop at the staircase that's leading to our kitchen as my nostrils get filled with the smell of sweet potatoes, carrots, zucchini and tomatoes. My stomach growls in protest as I reach the kitchen. I feel my mouth watering as my eyes look at the vegetables that are almost done in the oven.
"See? I told you, you were going to be hungry." His voice reaches my ears before I swing my head around. He is already dressed in blue striped pyjama pants and a light grey shirt. His erection is still very much there, though.
"Alright, you win." I say giving in. "But if it weren't for the baking vegetables..."
He hugs me from behind, "Yes, we would have locked ourselves in there."
"We can still do that after dinner." I suggest, leaning against his torso.
"No, you need sleep after dinner. A lot of sleep. You are tired."
"How do you always know how I feel and what I want?" I ask him back, tilting my head to the side. It's a part of the mystery that's surrounding him.
His bright blue eyes meet mine, "I am your soulmate." Explanation enough.
"Yes you are." I agree with him before I kiss him softly. As I let go, I notice the ultrasound photo of the triplets hanging on the fridge. It's the only photo hanging on the double footed fridge. There are pictures from Adaline and Ana all over the fridge in bright colours. The triplets are already part of the family. "I like that."
He turns around and sees what I see. "Yes, I like that too."
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