Fall
Marty lay in bed snuggled between Todd and Victor. It was another lazy day in bed. Victor nibbled her neck while Todd stroked her back. "Are we ever getting out of bed?" Marty asked.
"Why should we?" Victor murmured. His fangs brushed against her pulse point. He was getting hungry again... but Todd was getting horny. His erection was pressed tight against Marty's ass-cheek.
"All we do is fuck... ever since the nanny came," Marty stated.
"We stopped for her wedding... and her honeymoon," Todd pointed out.
Marty giggled. "She and Caleb are so happy together. It's great to see him so happy."
"Make me happy," Todd said as he fondled her ass and rubbed his cock against it.
They were just about to go for another round of sex when someone knocked urgently on the door. Victor groaned. "Who could that be?" he remarked.
Todd just barely had a chance to pull a sheet over the three of them when Irene burst into the room. "Sorry to disturb you... Sons and Wife, but the nanny says that one of the children has taken ill," she said frantically.
"What?!" Todd gasped in alarm. "Who's sick?!"
"One of the twins," Irene answered.
"Newsflash, Mother... we have two sets of twins," Victor grumbled. "Now which one of the babies is ill?"
"I don't know!" Irene stated. "Just come to the nursery at once."
As soon as she left, Marty was hurriedly reaching her long white nightgown. She put it on with trembling fingers. "I am so worried," she admitted as Victor and Todd were also getting dressed.
"It'll be alright, Marty," spoke Victor. "Kids fall ill all the time. It's probably just a little cold."
"Let's just get to the nursery," Todd said as he helped Marty button up her nightgown. "I don't like the sound of this..."
A few minutes later, Marty, Todd and Victor entered the nursery where Olivia stood over one of the cribs. "What's going on?" Marty asked as she looked down at her little one lying in the crib.
"It's Emma-Leigh. She's very ill. She's running a high temperature," Olivia explained.
Todd came forward and swept the baby into his arms. "A healer must be summoned at once," he said as kissed the top of Emma-Leigh's head.
"I will go find a healer," Victor spoke as his gaze fell on Marty.
Her face was pale-white and she looked as though she might pass out at any moment. "It's going to be okay," he said as he pulled her close and kissed her. "I wouldn't let anything happen to our babies."
"Victor, I'm so worried," she said in a whisper.
"I promise you that nothing is going to happen to Emma-Leigh," he swore. He gave her one last tender kiss then he was gone.
After he left, Marty burst into tears. Todd handed their daughter to Olivia so he could comfort her. "Todd, I can't lose my baby," she said to him.
"I won't let that happen. I will give Emma-Leigh a few drops of my blood... and it will heal her, just as it did you."
"Will that work?" Marty asked. "Will Emma-Leigh get better?"
"I hope so," Todd spoke as he made a small slit in his wrist. He reached for the baby and placed a tiny droplet of his blood upon her lips.
"Drink, little one," he urged.
"She's not drinking," Marty said sadly.
"The healer needs to get here quickly," Todd said as a look of horror crossed his face. They were going to lose their daughter. Emma-Leigh was dying. He could feel it as he held her in his arms. He didn't want to tell Marty that; already she was heartbroken.
"We need to pray for her," Todd spoke. "Let's pray for her together."
Todd took Marty's hand as they stood over the crib and they began to pray for their precious Emma-Leigh. Every breath the infant took was labored as they waited for the healer.
*Victor, get back here fast,* Todd silently urged his brother.