Chp36 brawl in the maternity ward

I sit in my chair watching the family nervously argue about what's happening behind the doors to surgery ward. Christian and Anna are in there waiting for the C-section to begin. Out here chaos is nearly unbearable. Everyone is worried, elated and arguing over names, sex, even colleges. I shake my head at the usual calm and logical adults reduced to whining brats.

I need some air, sanity even as Mom and Sandy drop to the floor to arm wrestle over kindergarten schools. GEE whiz is all deliveries this bad. Grandma T and Stasia are sipping cold tea, trying to project calm and civility, but they can't remember the tea disappeared twenty minutes ago from there now empty cups. So lost in thoughts.

BANG! SLAM! The waiting room smash open. In walks Tom with flowers and my coffee, mocha peppermint latte. He kisses me, hands me my cup and flowers. "Hi. I'm Tom! Beth boyfriend! Who want's first punch?"

The stunned room looks at him like he's an alien. Elliot starts for him, but Lewis pulls him back; the two argue who get first punch. Claude walks over hugs him, "blesse son garcon je te tue" I blush at the French.

Tom smiles an "Mette en ligne, mais ça ne se passe pas, je l'aime ( get in line, it's not happen, I love her)" I blush harder, as Mia hugs me. Lewis with Elliot behind him arrive "Step outside" I spin into my brothers. "over your dead body, Brothers."

"Beth chill, they want a shot. Let them take it. after all it's the only one they'll ever get." Tom smirks at his death. I spin back to him, "I don't want you hurt or them. Solve this without bloodshed."

"Gentleman you heard the lady" Tom bows

"You two will not hurt him, or you're in the dog house. And that means no babies tonight" Kate commands with Claude nodding. Like a black hole the males file out into the hallway. We hear the arguments and shouts. I cringe at the possibility this might be too much. Sandy pets my shoulder. As Grandma T calmly pronounces "if he can't survive this little thing, he's not right for you Beth dear."

Forty minutes later.

I sit on Tom lap on the floor wrapped in a blanket. The adults are cooing at the windows, all google-eyed and baby talk. My new nieces and nephew. The betting pool is won by Andrea, although Elliot is demanding one of the girls gets tested for Alienisms. God, my clown brother. I will go over after the adults have calmed down. Theodore Raymond Grey, Alexandria Rose Grey, and Samantha Stasia Grey. my newest loved ones.

Named for important people in family: Grandpa T and Ray. Roslyn Ruth Lambert Anna's paternal grandmother and Alexandria Grey, Carrick grandmother. Samantha Townsend and Anastasia Wheelwright, Anna's grandmother and great-great-grandmother the Suffragette. Such rich history to follow.

The adults wander home. Tom wheels me to the window. The nurse leads us to a private room. Anna looks beautiful, wrapped in Chris's arms. He's sleeping, as one of the babies' nurse. She motions us over. "hi, this is Samantha your niece." I reach out a hand, afraid but gentle touch her soft head. She purrs.
I want to spin and shout, but hold my joy. "she like you. you too head home. I appreciate what you did Tom to distract the males. You too are so perfect together. Look forward to knowing you better" Anna says

Tom nods as we start to leave. "We still are having a talk, Thomas" says a sleeping Christian.

Tom stops me, turns the chair in profile to the bed. And kisses me. I melt. "talk all you want. She mine. As Anna's yours." We leave.

I find the parents have left me. I look confused. "Beth, I'm your ride home, the 340 outside, ready to cruise."

"HELL yes. I want to shout to the world my nieces and nephew are here. Loved and family is strong."

"Cool, babe. But I have to get you home (strapping the wheelchair to the back of the side car), I'm grounded again for breaking out to see you. I kindy an broke the garage door during my escape."

I grab his jacket, pull his lips to mine. "Wild thing you make my heart sing. To home, you can crash in my bed till the parents find out." we roar into the night. Did I just invite a boy into my bed? I'm turning into Mia or Penny. I think I like it. After all Anna knew at first touch Christian was the one.

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Dodger-pov

My niece gave birth to perfect kids; two girls and a cute as button guy. I follow on my new hog with two CPO on rice burner behind Romeo and Beth. I say this for the kid he can ride, that's for sure. Surprised the hell out of everyone by showing up. admire his standing up to the males of the family. Even more so by being the perfect boyfriend for Beth. Even now he's cruising to more grounding time at his grandparents. Yet he seems not to care, Beth is important, nothing else matters. I'm liking the kid a lot.

They pull into Grey manor, he helps her into her chair and inside. Her light is on then off. He doesn't exist. I move inside to find out why. Shit! He' in bed with her. Shirtless, she's in a night shirt. I move to remove him TAP! TAP!

I turn to the noise, Carrick is there. He shakes his head. I move over he whispers "leave them be, it's been a long night. I trust them to be responsible" I look back at the cuddling couple. His daughter. I walk away, cruise down the road to an all-night diner.

Sipping coffee, I hear a scream. Walking outside I see a couple fighting. I move to break it up, the guy scatters away. "you ok?"

"No, my crazy ex-boyfriend broke my car, because I'm leaving his cheating ass." She says, looking pretty Rocker chick vibe, tight wife beater with ripped jeans over a leather Motocross jacket. She wakes up my man.

"how old are you?" I ask the forbidden question

"Fifty, how about you?"

"Fifty-six, hungry, my treat? I'm Roger"

"OK, I'm not sleeping with you for food or anything. Ronnie McMillian" she says front and center. I like that. I hold the door for the lady, what a hot ass. Which she shakes knowingly.

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Grey Manor 9am march 2

I wake hot, too hot. I find Tom has encased within his arms and legs. I feel his morning wood, I heat up even more. Tunneling my way out of bed. I see he's still asleep, but frowning. I touch his hair, an a smile appears. Remove it and the frown. WOW. I wheel to the bath room, do my things, shower and emerge to an empty room. I wheel down the hall to the kitchen. The adults are sipping coffee with Tom.

"Good, what would you two like for breakfast?" Mom ask.

"French toast and sausage patties?" I ask looking at Tom.

"Sound good, I'll have the same. Juice B's? he asks. I nod. He gave me a nickname, A FRIGGING NICKNAME! I want to spin and shout. But play it cool. Which Tom smirks at me setting a glass of OJ in front of me.

"Tom your aware of Beth age?" Dad ask all fatherly and menacing

"Yes sir. Twelve (smirks at me) almost thirteen"

"I told you thirteen? How did you know?" I ask smarting at the though

"You have a very clear tell, like your Dad. I haven't really figured out your moms' yet" Tom smirks at us.

"Really, remind me never to play poker with you." I tease

"That's best, since mom taught me to count cards, cold stack, read Tells' and bottom deal cards" Tom laughs at me. winking left then right eyes. I giggle.

"Yes, your past is very wild, colorful. It not every day one meets a young man kicked out of Exeter, Milton, Groton, and Hargrave military in one year. I understand your Grandparents are getting you enrolled at Seattle Prep to redo your Junior year." Dad lays the lawyer on poor Tom.

"With respect Sir. I was asked to leave Groton. I was expelled from the other three last year, plus St. John's Northwestern Military Academy and St. Paul's School in Concord, N.H. the year before. I've had a good life, I enjoy it." Tom sits strait and doesn't back down, I see pride and acceptance in Dad's eyes. cool!

"What do you attribute your wild, and irreverent ways too?" Mom ask, boring into the heart of the matter. Tom thinks for a long moment.

"Don't take this as a total answer or wrong, but my parents were like, no. A copy of Elliot and Kate." Tom says serious. I hear the frying pan clatter on the stove, turning mom is trying to stifle a laugh.

"Well Grace, we can see how their kids might be. Lord help us." Dad laughs has the conversation weave back and forth during the meal. Dad walks Tom to his Bike, reading him the house rules. While Mom read me the riot act, and rules in the great room. Just additions to the NO joy riding the boats, no sliding down the banisters and no jumping from the second-floor window of the boat house into the lake.

"Beth, your young, sex is years down the road. Understand, last night was a fluke, my house, my rules. One; no sneaking him into your room after curfew. No alone with him in any room with the door closed, no sleep overs without approval. NO SEX PERIOD TILL YOUR TWENTY-ONE! No joy riding with him in the boat. No joy rides on the bike, without approval, you will wear a helmet. Last, I trust you to behave, take the bases slowly, you know what I mean, you've heard me rag on Elliot enough. Be more like Anna and Christian, if it's meant to be; take it nice and easy, slow and be responsible." Mom hugs and kisses me. "Ok, but I reserve the right to break them"

"Beth, don't do the crime if you're not willing to do the time and or punishment." Mom gives back.

"Mom, chill I have time, besides Tom is not that kind of guy. He's very broken from his parent's death, and not fitting in. I mean he should be a junior in college, not high school. I can relate, feel his pain, because I have the same pains, fears, and nightmares. I miss my adopted parents, good or bad they were my parents. just like now you and dad are my parents now. The Grey family is big and great. But I still wish my aunt and uncle were here to enjoy this." I hug her tight.

"Well let's get going then, we're scheduled 11 to noon with the babies, Cary lost in cards to Ray last night." Grace smirks as I giggle. "Hey, I'm not the one who lost first babysitting rolling craps" dad laughs walking in, handing us our coats.