Chapter 8 Life with John Thomas and Vincent Ryan

I awoke to Vincent sitting beside me on the bed, both babies in arms and screaming. "Catherine, honey. I think they're both hungry." I shifted into a sitting position, rubbing my sleepiness from my eyes. I placed one baby to one breast and Vincent helped me place the other baby to the other breast. It took some adjusting with both, but I got the hang of it quickly. Both babies nursed contently and greedily. "Catherine. Do you know this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"
I smiled. "So you keep saying, daddy."

Over the next few weeks, we found out that baby Vincent's eyes never turned from golden to a natural color, and that his transformations are never as intense as what Vincent's are. Not yet anyway.
John Thomas on the other hand, well those beautiful blues never turned. The blue veins never came across his little body. He never did transform, only went from meek little baby, to mister powerful in seconds. We seem to think his senses are amplified, but won't know for sure until he's old enough to tell us.

I agreed to let JT test both babies DNA the other day, on the day they turned 6 weeks old. Turns out both babies have Vincent's mutated genes. John Thomas seems to only carry the portions that control his senses and strength, while baby Vincent carries almost all of Vincent's strengths, and weaknesses. Vincent is concerned how a child will be able to control what he can barely do himself, and JT is working on something that will help control them both better. He swears with both of their DNA it will be easier to create. We'll see how well that works. So far, to date, I have been the one and only thing that can soothe either of them.

"Six weeks Vincent, can you believe how fast it's gone by?" I winked, trying to give him some kind of clue that I wasn't just talking about the babies. Keeping my hands to myself for six weeks has been pure and utter torture.
"Catherine, honestly I wish I could stop time and stay right here, forever."
Honestly, sometimes that man can hone in on everything I'm thinking and other times, he's just clueless.
"Vincent," I whispered seductively. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. Slowly at first, just to give him a taste of what's going on in my head. Then I trailed the kisses down his neck and nibbled his ear lobes. I know that drives him crazy. He proceeded to pick me up, wrap my legs around him and press me into the nearest wall. His kisses were almost desperate, trailing from neck to collar bone, and further. I reached down to unbutton his jeans, and slid them over his hips. I am beyond grateful that I decided to wear a dress this morning. He raked the tiny straps of my sundress over my shoulders exposing my very large breasts. His eyes flashed golden and suddenly he put me down and backed away from me, taking deep breaths. "Vincent. What's wrong? Why did you stop?" I was frustrated, and honestly felt like punching him.
"Catherine.. I…. we can't. Not yet. You can't possibly be healed yet, and further more we have yet to discuss how we're going to prevent future…"
"What Vincent? Pregnancies? Just say it. If you honestly think you're going to impregnate me by fooling around, you need to go back to medical school. And I'll decide if I'm healed enough to go beyond that thank you." Ok, I admit it, I was pissed. I threw my arms across my chest and stormed down the hallway.
"Catherine, fooling around was not what you had in mind." He trailed behind me. I walked into our bedroom, slammed the door in his face, and locked it. Argh! I threw myself down on the bed, and slowly lifted my dress and reached inside my panties. I needed release. For all I cared he could stand outside the door and listen. I fondled around until I found my nub, and began rubbing small circles, my other hand finding a nipple, repeating the same movements. I could feel the heat building.
Knock Knock at the bedroom door. "Catherine, what are you…?" I moaned. The pleasure building inside of me. "Catherine, unlock the door."
"A little busy Vincent."
"Catherine baby, I can hear that. Let me in." I continued, while he jiggled the door handle. He wasn't going to win this one. Suddenly the door opened. Damn it, he must have found a key. I didn't stop. Only increased my motions, while he walked in and shut the door behind him. He stood there, at the edge of the bed watching me intently. The tightness in his jeans proving he liked what he saw. I threw my head back on the pillows. I was so close.. All I needed was.. And there it was. A single digit sliding into my core, rubbing my building heat. I came undone, crying out, shaking with pure bliss. I collapsed, coming down from my high. Then I felt his tongue on me. He began to gently suck, just enough to make me come again. I cried out his name, and looked at him. The golden eyes were back and the blue veins were appearing.
"Vincent please." He positioned his throbbing massiveness at my entrance. "Catherine, if it hurts, I'll stop." I nodded. He slid himself between my slits, and gently, slowly, eased himself inside of me. I cried out. Not because of pain, although it was quite uncomfortable, but because it felt so good to be filled completely with the man I love. He sat motionless for moments, allowing me to adjust to him. I couldn't take it any longer. I began to buck my hips into him, desperate to let him know it was ok. He began to move slowly, pulling himself almost entirely out of my core before sliding it back inside. This was pure torture. I squirmed beneath him. "Vincent, please! Just fuck me!" Vincent rarely heard me curse. With a head tilt he asked. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I screamed and once more he pulled out slowly only to drive back inside with full force this time. My walls began to flutter. Again and again he drove into me. I held back as long as I could. I wanted to come with him, milk him dry. He pressed my bundle of nerves in between his thumb and finger and rubbed hard, small circles, driving into me with force each time. I screamed his name and with one final thrust, he and I both came undone. My clenching milking every last drop from him.

He pulled out of me suddenly, and I gasped at the emptiness. He began pacing at the edge of the bed, mumbling. "Vincent, I can't understand a word you're saying."
"Catherine, we shouldn't have, I mean I shouldn't have, what If I just.."
"Hey. Vincent. We did. You did. And if it happens, it happens."
His head snapped around and his eyes drove into me. "Catherine. What you just went through. I can't put you through that again. Ever."
I glared at him. "Ever huh? Well I'm glad you're the one making decisions about MY body Vincent." He pulled away from me, slipping his jeans on and walked out of the bedroom, walking downstairs, no doubt to call Evan who would be here later this afternoon to check on the babies and I.

"Hey JT. I need you to call Evan for me. Have him bring a prescription of ECP and Depo Provera with him."
JT was puzzled. "V, I know what the Depo is for, but ECP?"
Vincent snapped back. "Emergency Contraception Pills JT"
"V, tell me you guys didn't just, you know, without even thinking."
Vincent just gave him a blank stare. "Yes. Leave it man. I'm already pissed at myself."
JT shrugged his shoulders. "Guess I'll go call Evan."

Several hours and a few nursing sessions later, I still hadn't seen Vincent. Wow, he was really upset. Gravel crackled in the driveway, and up pulled Evan right on time. I laid the babies down in their cribs and walked downstairs to meet Evan only to be greeted by Vincent, holding a glass of water and some pills. He handed them to me. "Take these and follow the instructions." I read the box. Plan B. Nice. Evan spoke up. "Vincent has also requested that we start you on Depo Provera Cat." Well apparently since the decision has already been made, I might as well take the damn pills. I hastily swallowed. Vincent watching me. "Thank you Catherine." I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to be with the babies. Evan when you're done plotting with Vincent, We'll be waiting upstairs."
I was pissed, and they both knew it. I don't appreciate not being able to make my own decisions about my own body. I sat in the rocker beside of my babies and watched them sleep, waiting for Vincent and Evan to join us. When Vincent and Evan entered the room, the twins awoke and must have sensed the tension in the room. Baby Vincent started to transform when his daddy picked him up from the crib. He sensed my anger, and knew who I was angry with. "Catherine. Come quick. He's changing." I walked over to them and eased baby Vincent out of his arms. I hushed and soothed him.
"Hey little one. Don't be angry with daddy. He loves you." I started humming his favorite lullaby and his features returned to normal.
"Catherine, what was that all about?"
"Vincent, apparently he picked up on the face that I'm angry with you. I understand how scary their delivery was, for both of us. But.. You needed to talk to me before deciding all by yourself what's best for me."
I sighed. I know how scared he was when John Thomas made his backwards entrance.
"Catherine, I'm sorry. I know we should have talked about it first. All I could think about was how hard their delivery was for you and how we almost lost John Thomas. I don't know if I can go through that again."
I caressed his cheek. "Vincent, I love you. We will discuss this further when the time comes. But for right now, I'll let you have your way." I winked at him.
Evan walked in the room. "Vincent, I will leave the Depo here with you. But you mustn't give it to her for several weeks until we know for sure the plan B worked. Until then, I suggest you two find other means of protection." Vincent and I agreed to Evan's request, and he proceeded to check on the babies growth. They had both gained almost a pound. Apparently, my overly full breasts were doing their job.

The next few weeks drug by, waiting to see if the plan B worked or not. Vincent was a nervous wreck. He absolutely refused to be inside me, so we found all kinds of other ways to relieve each other's tension. Every day he studied the calendar to see if today was the day I should expect my little visitor. That day came and went and a few more days passed. Still no cycle. Vincent handed me a pregnancy test. "Please Catherine, take it."
"Vincent, I'm not pregnant. My cycle isn't regular yet after the twins. Give it a few more days. Then I'll take it."
"Catherine, I don't think I can handle a few more days of waiting. Please. Just take the damn thing."
I snatched the test from his hands and walked toward the bathroom. "Fine. I'll take it to prove to you that I'm NOT pregnant."
He followed close behind. "Vincent? A little privacy please? I promise as soon as I'm done, you'll know."
I closed the door behind me, peed on the little stick and set it on the sink. I opened the door and almost knocked Vincent over.
"So?"
"Well Vincent, the paper says three minutes. It's on the sink. If you want to go sit and watch it, you can. I need to check on the babies." I walked to the nursery. Both babies were still sound asleep. I sat in there for several minutes watching them. They looked so peaceful. I looked at the clock. Ten minutes had passed and I hadn't seen or heard from Vincent. I bet he's in there waiting for the earful I plan on giving him for pestering me about that stupid pregnancy test.