“It might take 48 hours to deliver them,” Huston read from his phone.
I gritted my teeth and said, “If it takes that long, I’ll pull the babies out myself.”
Twenty minutes after the first cramp I had a second, as painful as the first and when it had passed, Tanner suggested I rest. I lay on the bed, my legs spreadeagled,feeling like a beached whale. How was I supposed to sleep when my body was readying itself to push my little ones out?
Closing my eyes, I pictured our life after the birth. There’d be puke and dirty diapers, sleepless nights, burping and bath time. Despite long days and even longer nights, I wanted to inhale my children’s scent, feel their heartbeat against mine and pepper their soft skin with kisses.
“Mates, I want to visit the nursery.”
They helped me up and we strolled into the room that had once been mine. Gone was the dark floor and even darker furnishings. I’d banished black, grays and beiges and replaced them with yellows and greens. There were three of everything and the room was filled with light, cushions, toys and three, no make that four, day beds so we could sleep in here if we wanted, even though our room was just steps away.
My mates understood how I’d loved the nesting process and they opened drawers and closet doors to reveal the neatly folded clothes and blankets. I trailed my fingers over them, thinking of how long it’d taken to get everything the way I’d wanted and I suppressed a giggle at my mates doing my bidding. Everything was ready.
I made my way to the window, and looked over the grounds and the extensive garden. Oberon had made many changes and reds, oranges, yellows and pinks now dominated the area instead of different shades of green. This view would be my world in the coming months as I’d be spending a lot of time in the nursery.
“Owww, owww, owww.” This contraction was more powerful than the previous ones and Huston held me as my body worked hard, pushing out the babies. “Maybe take me back to the room.”
The time between contractions shortened and so did my temper. I snapped at Tanner as he handed me ice chips, and immediately apologized, I told Oberon to hurry up with a damp cloth and yelled at all three when they shared a glance. “I know what you’re thinking.” My voice echoed around the space. “But I’m the one pushing these babies out—your babies.”
My eyes swam with tears. How could I be so horrible to the men I adored?
“May we hug you?” Huston asked as he bit his lower lip. That was what he did before we had sex. Gods what I wouldn’t do for a blow job.
“Come here,” I blubbered as we group-hugged.
“We’d take some of your pain if we could,” Huston sniffed.
“No, we’d take all of it,” Tanner insisted.
“I love you.” My tears splashed over them. “But do you know what I want?”
“Three healthy babies,” Huston offered.
“Of course but that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Ice chips,” Tanner suggested.
“Nah, I’ve got plenty of those.”
“I know.” Oberon clapped, apparently certain he knew the answer. “A foot rub.” He did give the best foot rubs and I was tempted. Or maybe as I was in labor I could be greedy and have one as well as something else. The babies wouldn’t know.
“Maybe, but I need somethingelse. Help me onto the bed.”
“Candrin, you’re aroused.” Tanner was studying my hard cock.
“Don’t sound so shocked,” I told him. I’d read that orgasms were good for speeding up labor. “So Oberon I’d like a foot rub from you, Tanner I’d like you to suck on me and Huston, you give the best finger fucks.”
Huston puffed out his chest. “I do.” He looked at his brothers. “I really do.”
“Let’s hurry before the next contraction.”
Tanner helped me onto my side before sliding lower and swallowing my dick.
“Hard and fast, please.”
Oberon pressed on the sole of one foot and Huston eased a finger into my slippery hole.
“Make me come,” I begged.
