Chapter 11 The Next Year
The boys are one year old today. We have everything set up by the garden for our little family party. I am in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on their cake when Vincent comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. "You know Catherine, today is your next shot. I won't be upset if you've changed your mind."
I spun around and kissed him. "Vincent, I haven't changed my mind." Vincent cupped my face.
"Catherine, it might take some time for the Depo to clear your body. I don't want you to get disappointed if it doesn't happen right away." I nodded. I completely understood it could take up to a year for me to get pregnant again. "Vincent, I have to get the boys cake finished. Is everything set up for their party?" Vincent smiled. "Tess and JT are outside now finishing up. Well, they're trying. The boys are keeping them plenty occupied running circles around them."
I giggled. "Our boys. Can you believe it's been a year already Mr. Keller?" Vincent shook his head.
"They're growing up too fast Catherine. You ready to get out there and start the party?" I nodded and we walked to the garden where we could see the boys running around Tess and JT screaming "TT! Aunt T! Party!" We played games, ate cake, and opened presents, like we were a normal family. Well, normal as far as normal went for us.
Later that evening, Vincent and I were laying the boys down in their crib. John Thomas went right to sleep. Baby Vincent on the other hand, reached for me, crying. "Mama time." John Thomas weaned himself weeks ago. Baby Vincent on the other hand refused to give up his "mama time" at night. I picked him up and carried him to the rocker and laid him in my lap. He lifted up my shirt, and proceeded to nurse. I caressed his forehead. "Vincent, you are a big boy now, why do you still want mama time?" He looked up at me with those big golden eyes, and released his hold. "Love mama." He said. I shook my head. "I love you too baby." With that he went back to nursing. When he fell asleep, I put him in his crib and walked to our bedroom.
When I opened the door, Vincent was in bed, propped up by a pillow, naked in all his glory and fully engorged. "What took you so long Mrs. Keller?" I giggled. "Been waiting long?" He looked to his swollen cock and back to me. "I'm sorry, baby Vincent wanted to nurse." He beckoned me with his finger and I walked to him. "Catherine, I know my son likes his mama time, but it's my turn now." He sunk to his knees in front of me and lifted my dress, sliding my panties to my ankles and tossed them aside. I grabbed the wall beside me and lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder. Vincent began rubbing my slit to reveal my opening and drove two fingers inside. My head fell back and I moaned. He leaned in and licked the space between my slit to my nub, then settled his lips right where I desperately needed them. He licked circles around it before drawing it into his mouth, sucking hard. I began to pant. I was already close. The heat was building inside and my walls already beginning to restrict. I cried out his name and began desperately pinching my nipples. "That's it baby. Come for me." He whispered. He slid a third finger inside of my core and rubbed fiercely against my swollen…."Vincent…..I…..I…." I couldn't say another word. I began constricting and convulsing, and started to fall backward. Vincent caught me mid-air with his free hand and balanced me perfectly while I continued my release. When I finally settled, he gently lowered me to the floor. He hovered over me and I reached down and grabbed his thick throbbing cock and rubbed it between my slits before placing it at my entrance. He began to enter, slowly. I thrust my hips towards him, slamming him into me fully in one movement. His eyes flickered. "So that's how it gonna be?" I nodded. There were nights I needed Vincent and his gentleness. Tonight I needed the beast. I needed, I wanted to be fucked. He began pumping. "Harder," I whimpered. "Harder." He growled and blue veins streamed down his body. His hands slammed into the rug beneath us and I could hear it ripping from his nails. He pumped explosively into my core. With one final thrust he and I came undone. Tears fell from my eyes. Vincent quickly returned to me, frantic. "Catherine baby, did I hurt you? I let him take over. I knew I shouldn't have been that…"
"Vincent, I'm fine. In fact it was amazing. These are good tears, I promise." He searched my face and wiped my tears. "Catherine, are you sure? I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you."
I nodded. "Vincent, I'm sure. Now, can you help me up? I don't think I can stand just yet."
Vincent giggled and scooped me up and laid me in bed. He snuggled in beside me and played with my hair. That always relaxes me and I was asleep in minutes..
For the last three months, I have made sure that Vincent and I make love every single night. Making sure to have him several times a day when I was mid-cycle. Twice, my monthly visitor has come and went, a reminder that we weren't successful. My visitor was due today, and so far, no sign of it yet. I refused to get my hopes up although during my morning bath, the tears flowed down my cheeks. Vincent came into the bathroom. "Catherine, what's wrong?" I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'm sorry. I just thought it would have happened by now."
Vincent pulled me from the tub and wrapped a towel around me. "Catherine come. I need to talk to you." I shook my head. "Vincent what's going on?" He sat me down on the bed and sat beside of me. "You would have known in a few days anyway, but I don't want you to be upset or worrying." I looked at him puzzled. "Catherine, you're pregnant. I knew about a week ago, and it's been killing me not to tell you." Again, I was puzzled. "Vincent how do you.."
"Catherine, I've been paying close attention to your scent. About a week or so ago, it changed drastically. That's how I knew." He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. "We did it baby. We did it."
It's been a month, and we haven't told JT yet. The five of us sat at the dinner table eating dinner when JT spoke up. "Cat, so when did you and V plan on telling me that I'm gonna be an uncle again? You're glowing Cat. Don't deny it." I damn near choked on my dinner. What the Hell? Vincent looked to JT. "JT, we wanted to wait and make sure everything was ok before we told you. She's only about eight weeks, so it's still early." Suddenly I threw my hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom. "Looks like morning sickness is hitting her hard V. Better go check on her. I'll watch the boys." Vincent ran in behind me and grabbed my hair, just as I started heaving. He rubbed my back for several minutes until I finished. I laid back against him for support and sighed. "I was hoping I wouldn't deal with this part again. I hate throwing up Vincent."
Vincent smoothed back my hair away from my face and kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry Catherine. I wish I could take it away. If I could go through this for you, I would. I hate seeing you like this." Oh, I wouldn't wish this on anyone, let alone my wonderful husband. "Vincent, what I'll get in return makes it all worth it." Vincent carried me upstairs to bed. "Get some rest baby." He placed kisses on my forehead before he left and shut the door. I slept peacefully through the night.
Tomorrow I am five months along. I have yet to start showing which is strange. Vincent assures me that it's perfectly normal, but I want to rub my little bump. Vincent and JT are keeping the boys occupied while I lay down for a while. I'm exhausted. The morning sickness went away about a month ago, only to leave exhaustion behind. I woke up a few hours later with my hand on my belly. I began to rub my belly and talk to our little one, only to stop suddenly. My bump had finally appeared, and it wasn't little either. Wow. Is that even possible? I called Vincent's name and he appeared, frantic at my side in seconds. "Catherine, what's wrong? What happened?" I smiled, and lifted my top. "Look!" I cried out, rubbing my bump. Then I felt it. Soft kicking beneath my hands. I grabbed Vincent' hand and placed it on my bump. "Feel that Vincent?" A huge grin swept across his face, and he proceeded to place kisses all over my bump, talking to our little one. "Just think Catherine, in a few weeks, we'll be able to tell whether we should stick with blue, or send Tess out to buy pink." I shook my head. "Vincent, I want this to be a surprise. I don't want to find out until the baby is born." Vincent kissed my bump once more. "Catherine, are you sure you want to wait?" I nodded. I'm not usually one for surprises, but this time was different.
Today I am eight and a half months along and Vincent is measuring the growth of the baby since I refuse any more ultrasounds. He assures me he or she is growing just fine. In fact, I'm measuring a little ahead of schedule, and that I could go into labor any day. The twins are excited to meet the baby in mama's tummy and so are Vincent, JT and I. I winked at Vincent. "Hey Mr. Keller. What do you say to one last time before the baby decides to make it's entrance?"
That was a I had to say to get Vincent's jeans tight in my favorite spot. "Why Mrs. Keller. I have to say, that sounds like a good idea to me." We walked to our bedroom, slowly. Slowly was all I could handle with my waddling. I felt as big as I did with the boys. Vincent laid me down carefully on the bed after undressing me, and proceeded to undress himself. He snaked and kissed him way from my collar bone to my throbbing center, pausing slightly to kiss my bump. He sucked on my already swollen nub and eased two fingers inside my core. Right as I was about to come undone, he removed his fingers, sat up, grabbed my legs and pulled me to him. I huffed in disbelief that he would leave me teetering on the edge like that. He grabbed his throbbing cock and positioned himself, slowly entering me. I gasped and threw my head against the pillows. It felt so good to be full with him. Rhythmically, he pumped into my core, and my walls started to flutter. When he knew I was close, he squeezed my bundle of nerves and twisted. I cried out and clenched around him. That was all he needed to send him over the edge as well. Even after I had drained him, he stayed inside of me, rubbing my bundle of nerves to keep my orgasm going. I released again and again, and while I was coming down from the third, a contraction hit me. I grabbed my belly and cried out. "Vincent!"
He removed himself from my core and placed his hands on my belly. "Catherine, I think this little venture just jump started labor. Do you want to stay here in our room or go downstairs to the delivery room?" I grabbed my belly from another contraction. In between breaths I moaned. "Stay here until we have to.. Ughhhhh." The peak of the contraction hit me hard. "Catherine, I'll be right back. I need to let JT know what's going on." I was panting. What happened to little contractions coming before the bigger ones? "Hurry," I breathed. He returned about thirty minutes later, sliding in behind me, just as another contraction hit. He rubbed my belly. "Catherine, you're laboring hard. When this contraction is over, I want to see how far you're dilated." I gripped his hand tight, this was the peak. I screamed and I heard his fingers snap in my grasp. As the contraction faded, he quickly was at my center, checking how far I had progressed. "Catherine, you're already at seven. I think we need to move you downstairs." I shook my head. "No Vincent, I want to stay here." He nodded. "If you insist on staying here, I'll have to go get what I need. I'll be right back." I nodded again and as he ran out of our room, he turned to look at me just as another contraction hit. I tried to breathe my way through it while he was downstairs. He had been gone through seven contractions, this one making eight. Oh god Vincent hurry up. I could feel the pressure in my bottom and the urge to push. No, no, no. I told myself. Don't push, just breathe. But the urge was too strong and no matter how hard I fought it, my body did just the opposite. I started to push along with my body, when I felt the all too familiar burning at my opening. With everything I had I screamed Vincent's name. He rushed to me, pleading with me to stop pushing. The baby was crowning and all I wanted to do was make the burning go away. I pushed hard, but it didn't stop. "Catherine, the baby is bigger than I thought. Stop pushing. Just for a minute." I felt warm oil on my opening and he began to massage, trying to slip the baby's head through. Another contraction hit me and no matter how I tried to fight it, I pushed. The burning was less intense now. "Catherine the head is out. Just breathe baby." I felt the baby moving inside of me, turning in between my contractions. I felt another one coming and my panting turned to groaning and grunting as my body tried to free the baby. "Catherine push hard. We need to free the baby's shoulders." I gave it my everything and pushed with all of my might. The shoulders were now free, but this baby didn't just slip the rest of the way out like her brothers. I collapsed. I was exhausted from pushing so hard. "Catherine, keep pushing. The baby's not coming out easily." I struggled into a sitting position and pushed, non stop until I felt the baby slip completely free of me. I collapsed once again, struggling to catch my breath when I heard a high pitched wail. "Catherine baby, look. We have a daughter." I looked down to see my beautiful daughter's bright blue eyes and too see Vincent free her from her cord and lay her on my tummy. Wow. Vincent was right, she is big. I began to rub her little back as Vincent finished up as my M.D.. She continued to cry and I hushed her with tears streaming down my face. Vincent walked over to me and picked up our daughter and promised to be back soon. He was going to weigh her.
He came back about five minutes later. "Catherine, you'll never believe it. She's twenty two and a half inches long and nine pounds 10 ounces. No wonder she didn't just pop right out." He sat down beside me on the bed and handed her to me. I held my little chunky monkey in my arms and offered her my breast. Immediately, with very little effort, she took to it and drank eagerly. "She's finally here Vincent." Tears were streaming down my face once again. He sweetly kissed my head. "You did so good Catherine." He shook his head in disbelief. "I checked twice. No tearing. No stitches needed. I don't know how, but I'm surprised and grateful."
"Now, Vincent all we need is a name for our little chunky monkey." Vincent giggled. "That she is Catherine, but I'm not so sure that would go well with Keller." I kissed my little girl. "Hope Anne Keller." Vincent smiled. "Well I'd better go get JT and the boys and introduce them to Hope Anne."