Chapter 67: One shock after another!
The house was deadly silent as if any moment some evil ghoul would burst from the walls and splatter the whole house in murderous mayhem. Gideon looked to Elliot who looked to Christian who looked back to Gideon. All their children had been put to bed for the evening and their women were outside the birthing room awaiting news and or instructions. Every now and then one of the women would waddle down the hall to get a drink or stick their head inside the room and ask if there was anything they could do to help.
"Something is going on!" Gideon said in a worried whisper. "It's too quiet. I don't like it!"
"Last time it was too quiet, those women announced that they all were pregnant!" Elliot poured himself another drink and offered the bottle to his little brother, Christian who declined. "Why?"
"Ana asked me to keep on the sober side until after Mia and Ethan's baby was born." He smiled at the memory of her requesting his cooperation on this matter. She was sitting on his dick and gently teasing him with small movements up and down his shaft. He would have given her anything she asked for at that moment just to feel the silken inside of her pussy slide up and down his cock. Her blue eyes were hungry with a need for him, but there was something else. He reached for her and brought her closer so he could kiss her. He whispered to her all the promises that she needed to hear to stay calm. He knew she was worried about all her sisters. She needed him to stay in control and to take care of any event that may happen. He gave her all the positive reinforcement she needed to relax and enjoy their lovemaking. She fucked him with the abandonment that left him well satisfied and very much at peace. He was pretty sure that his cock was down for the count for the rest of the evening since she pumped him dry with her tight wet pussy!
"Will you stop with that Cheshire cat smile…it freaks me out, dude!" Elliot said as he drank straight from the bottle. "Why are you so calm? Our sister is having a baby and we haven't heard a sound…not one god-damn sound."
"Mom is with her and well as the mid-wife and all the other medical staff that Gideon could acquire." Christian could only keep smiling. Yes, he was concerned but he was learning to go with the flow…no news is good news…and just be patient. Life lessons learned from his wife.
Gideon knew that look all too well that graced the face of the second Grey son. Yeah, the guy got fucked and fucked well! He remembered those days and he couldn't wait for those days to return. He quietly wished that it was Eva in labor instead of Mia. He wanted to hold his child and celebrate the life that he and his wife had made, but he wanted to make love to his wife. It had been a long time since they were intimate and jacking-off was just not enough for a man like Gideon Cross. "I'm sure everything is going to plan or we would have been told by now. Calm down, Elliot and let nature take its course."
"It's not your sister…."
"Yes, she is." Christian offered before Gideon could reply. "Mia is his sister just as much as she is ours. We are family, Elliot. Brothers and sisters with Mom and Dad leading the way."
Gideon felt his heart dance in his chest. Christian claimed him as a brother. He was wanted and accepted by the Grey family. He looked to Elliot to gauge his reaction and was relieved to find the oldest Grey sibling smiling at him. "Do you think Mia wants a boy or a girl?"
"Oh, lord … I hope she has a boy!" Christian exclaimed. "I can't handle another mini-Mia!" The three men busted out in laughter and Elliot offered to fill their glasses once again.
Mia was crying when her son was placed on her stomach. The little boy was red, wrinkling, and damn pissed off to be taken from his mother's womb. She looked up to her husband who had tears in his eyes. "Oh, Ethan…we have another boy."
"I don't care, sweetheart. We have a healthy baby…that's all I care about…and you. You are all right and still here with me." He kissed her softly. "I love you, Mia."
"I love you, too, Ethan…with all my heart." She cuddled her son closer to her breast. He was still wailing. The nurse brought a warm blanket and covered the baby. "Our Emery Kyle."
"Emery Kyle," Ethan repeated proudly.
Carrick heard the baby's cries and within a few moments, Grace with tears spilling down her cheeks stepped into the family room. Carrick stood and held her close as he felt his own tears. They had another grandchild. Life is good, he thought, Life is good!
"Mia has delivered a strong baby boy," Grace whispered. "Mama and baby are fine. Dr. Green is on her way. It has been a very eventful Christmas season this year." She laughed lowly. Her grandson had been born just a few minutes after midnight, making him a December 26th baby.
Dr. Green was very impressed with the birthing room that Gideon Cross had built for his family and she was equally impressed with the staff that he kept on retainer for such an emergency. Dr. Green thought it would have been Mrs. Cross to have the premature delivery, however, it had been Grace's daughter. She held the little bundle and cooed lightly to the little boy. "He is perfect, Mrs. Kavanagh. He is 7 pounds even and 20 inches long. I wouldn't call him a preemie. His lungs are developed. I don't see you staying long at the hospital, however, I would like to admit you and baby for observation to make sure everything is on schedule. Do you wish for a circumcision?"
"Yes, we do." Mia said tenderly as she took her baby into her arms. "A Christmas baby."
"He is a miracle, of course, every baby is." Dr. Green smiled gently. "How about I let you rest for a bit, then we will take you and baby Emery in the ambulance to the hospital." The good doctor was amazed at the dark head of hair on the boy. This child was all Mia's. "He's going to be a lady killer."
"I finally have a dark-haired child. The other two take after Ethan, but this one will be all me!"
Carrick handed his beautiful wife a glass of sparkling wine and they toasted the birth of their newest grandchild. "So, how do you feel being the sexiest grandma around?" He softly said as they settled on the sofa in their own den. After Mia, Emery, and Ethan left for the hospital, everyone else went to their homes. They would meet up later at the hospital with gifts and of course cameras.
"I feel wonderful, Carrick. Our children are happy, settled, and have children of their own. All I ever wanted for them was to be happy."
Carrick's hand slid up and down her silk covered legs. She had changed into a soft mauve negligee that complimented her coloring. After all the years that they had been married, Grace still made his heart beat fast and his need for her never abated. Grace knew where this was going. She saw the desire in his eyes, but she would make him work for it. "They are happy." He leaned into her and softly kissed the top of her shoulders. She smelled of soft jasmine. "I love you, Grace."
"I love you, too, Carrick." She trembled as his warm lips slid up her neck and he nipped at her ear lobe. Every cell in her body was on heightened alert. She could feel the wetness of his breath on her skin. "Cary." She moaned. The glass of wine slipped out of her hand as he pushed her down onto the sofa and covered her. Their kisses were hot and deep. Their loved swirled about them as the whirlwind of their need quickly disposed of their clothing. Grace and Carrick were naked and mated on the sofa in their own family room before a roaring fire. She cried out her climaxes as Carrick took her again and again on that sweet ride of sexual love. He rose from her and with a fluid movement picked her up and sat her down on his cock. "Ride me, baby." He whispered to her. She threw back her head and grunted as his cock slid through her once again and his teeth caught a nipple. "Harder, Grace. Ride me harder!"
Grace bit her lip as she slammed back down on that hard cock. Their breathing was deep and in sync as they moved together. "So good, so good." She moaned against his mouth. "Fuck, Cary, you are so…oh….so big"
Carrick had to smile. His big cock dissolved that cool, ladylike demeanor of his dutiful and respectable Doctor wife. Grace loved his big cock deep inside her. At this moment she wasn't a doctor, a leading member of society, a pillar of the community or even a mother of three. She was his goddess of sexual desire and need. Her body was made for making love. Every sweet inch of her was a joy to hold, kiss, lick, suck, and caress. Grace Grey was his life, his very reason to breathe! "Give it to me, Gracie." He demanded. "Give me that sweet juice. Cum for me, baby."
He felt his own climax building. He was about to bust a nut inside her. "Baby, c'mon, give me that sweet nectar!" He growled as she kept moving up and down on his shaft slowly. He stood quickly, turned, and placed his wife on the overstuffed arm of their sofa. He rammed into her with an onslaught of male sexual aggression. She moaned and groaned as he went deep then pulled almost all the way out then plunged back into her. Her nails were embedded into his shoulder as she held on for dear life. She wrapped her legs about his waist, locking her ankles then squeezed him as he rammed her over and over. "Fuck, Grace…" She smiled at him and pushed down on him. He could feel the tremors rolling across her body and swelling about his cock. She was close…he was close… Carrick slammed even faster into his wife, their moans and groans filling the room. She let loose a banshee cry that he was sure was heard on the International Space Lab that orbited about the earth. He felt wave after wave her climax. "Oh, damn…Gracie…fuck…oh…" He threw back his head and felt his cock explode! He could hear his blood pumping through his body and the pounding of his heart. He held her against him spilling himself inside her. They began to giggle and be awe of their love when the double doors were pulled apart nearly causing Mr. and Mrs. Carrick Grey to have double heart attacks.
"MOM! DAD! Oh, fuck…shit…I am not seeing this!" Elliot covered his eyes and turned away. "Jesus Christ, parental units…ever heard of private bedrooms?"
"Ever heard of knocking or ringing the bell, son?" Carrick retorted with a big cheesy grin on his face. "We do own the house and we do have a license to fuck."
"Okay…"Double Oh Seven", we need Mom…its Kate…I think she's in labor!"
"I'll get dressed," Grace said back to her calm and orderly way.
Elliot smirked even though his face was beet red. "That would be appreciated." He busted out laughing as he stepped out of the family room to give his parents privacy. "And, they call me a horn-dog! I get it from THEM!"
At 10:49 am on December 26, Elliot and Kate Grey delivered a fine, healthy girl who weighed in at 7lbs and 8 ounces. She had strawberry blonde hair with golden highlights. Her eyes were already a stormy blue-green. Baby Girl Grey was the best of both parents. Ava was in heaven that she finally got a baby sister! Grace and Carrick returned home to celebrate another grandchild and took bets while soaking in their bathtub who would be next, Eva or Ana?
