Chapter 15 Rebecca Renee
Today I am twenty four weeks, and have a nice little bump developing. Vincent, the boys, and Hope are constantly talking to the baby. As I sit here in the nice warm bath my darling husband has run for me, I caress my bump. "Today little one, when we take a look at you, could you not be stubborn for daddy? Mommy wants to pick out a name for you." I look to the doorway to see Vincent leaning against it, hands folded across his chest. Muscles rippling. The familiar throbbing swept across me like wildfire and I was in need, once again. "Vincent, come join me." As he walked toward the tub, he snaked his clothes off then slid in behind me. Thank goodness for the bubbles, because I couldn't help from slipping my hand between my legs and teasing myself. I moved closer to him and gave a little nudge. Just enough to get him going. Kisses down my neck, and I was ready. I threw my head back on his shoulders, and moaned loudly, my teasing at my center intensifying. "Catherine, what are you…?" I moaned again, my breath ragged. I was close, but I needed to be filled with him. I pulled myself up slightly and scooted back, and with one hand, I found him, slipped him between my folds and sank down, slowly. Vincent's head hit the wall. "Catherine, you feel so…" I began rotating my hips, and he lost all ability to speak. He wrapped his arm around me and found my nerves, and began teasing. They were so swollen and sensitive all the time now, and all it took was the slightest touch to get me… "Vincent!" I screamed and rotated harder against him. He released my clit and grabbed my hips, thrusting several more times, before the all too familiar growl escaped him and he went limp. I leaned back in his arms, and sighed, fully content. "Catherin Keller, you are insatiable." I grabbed his hands and placed them on my belly. The baby was kicking, and he always loved to feel it move. "Catherine, I think its time, we find out what we're going to call the baby from here on out."
We dressed and went downstairs to check on JT, the boys and Hope. JT was so good to them. He was making Mickey Mouse pancakes for them, and they were giggling at the sight of seeing him try to flip the cakes in the air. Vincent let JT know we were going to go do an ultrasound and they could come see the baby when he was done with his routine stuff. We made our way into the room and I hopped up on the table, lifting my shirt. Vincent laughed. "Not excited at all are we Catherine." I rolled my eyes, and smacked his arm. "Come one Vincent, hurry while the baby is still awake and moving. I really want to know this time." He leaned in and whispered to my belly. "Stay awake for mommy little one, just for a few minutes." Then, he prepped my belly with gel and began searching. Suddenly he stopped and gasped. "Vincent, what?" He turned the monitor around so that I could see. There our baby was, sucking its precious little thumb. Then he began searching some more, and there it was, the proof that our little one, was our little girl. She was perfectly healthy, and beautiful. Vincent went to get JT, the boys and Hope. They were all over the moon to find out there was going to be another little sister. Now, all Vincent and I had to do was figure out a name.
After lunch I curled up on the couch with the boys and Hope and dozed off. I awoke to the three of them talking to their little sister and touching my belly. They were talking about how they were going to be good big brothers and sister to her, that they would have so much fun teaching her things. As much as I was enjoying listening to their conversations to their little sister, I had to pee. I crawled out from beneath my babies and headed upstairs, only to meet Vincent head on when I turned the corner. "Catherine! I wasn't paying attention, are you ok?" I winced and rubbed my head. Of course it wouldn't hurt him when he ran head first into someone, but this girl now had a headache. "Ouch. Damn it," I cursed. "Vincent, I really need to pee, can you get me some Tylenol?" He walked me into the bathroom, and I proceeded while he grabbed me two Tylenol and a glass of water. "Here, Catherine. Are you sure you're ok?" I nodded as I swallowed the pills. I leaned back a little. Even though I wasn't far along, and I wasn't as big with this little Olympist, my back hurt like hell. I swear my spine was the place she seemed to kick at the most. Vincent grabbed my hand and led me into our room, where he had an exercise ball at my request. It was the only thing that seemed to help. I sat on the ball, and leaned over the bed. He immediately lifted my shirt and began rubbing my back in all the right spots. Every bit of tension was relieved thanks to his wonderful hands. "Vincent, what was your mother's name?" His hands stopped upon my question. "Catherine, I don't want to talk about her. Please." I leaned up from the bed and turned around, hand resting on my belly. "Vincent, I have never even heard you mention her name, let alone talk about her. This little girl needs a name and I was thinking…." He spun away from me like my words were poison. "Catherine, no. My mother died giving birth to me. I had no mother. I can't, I won't name our daughter after her." His voice was shaking, and I couldn't tell whether he was upset or pissed since he wasn't facing me. I got up from my ball and tried to turn him around. He wouldn't budge. "Vincent, look at me, please, I promise I won't speak of her again, but you're scaring me." I held a hand protectively over my belly. I should have kept my mouth shut, now he was pissed at me. He slowly turned around and I could see the tears flowing like rivers down his face. He wasn't pissed, he was upset. I reached for him to caress his beautiful face. "Vincent, I…." He fell to his knees. "Catherine, now you know why I have been so scared each time you've been pregnant. Especially with Vanessa, when I almost lost you. I can't let our babies grow up without a mother like I did. I can't lose you. I wouldn't survive it." He had both hands on my bump, and he was shaking like a leaf. "Rebecca Renee." He whispered. I smiled and grabbed his hands. "Rebecca Renee it is."
I wish there were some way to ease Vincent's fears, but considering I'm carrying a child with less than human DNA, I won't even try, as I'm just as frightened, probably more.