Orin clears his throat. “I’m fine with whatever; I’ve always been willing to try almost anything. It doesn’t bother me who touches what. I fooled around with guys in college, and I one hundred percent agree that Odin and I don’t even need to accidentally touch. We did plenty of touching
bare ass while we were in the womb. That’s just gross.”
“I’m open to anything; it doesn’t feel like cheating when it’s our family. So whatever happens, happens.” Callum says, straight to the point as ever.
I feel so much lighter knowing everyone's boundaries and limits.
“There is one more thing we need to discuss,” Odin points out.
“What’s that?” Bodie asks, turning to look at him.
“Isla informed me that she is missing all the different dynamics we were exploring. I know Callum and I have similar interests, and Orin, I know y’all have your thing. Her being shot and being pregnant kinda put a pause on everything, but I think we need to try and get everything back to normal,” he informs us.
Orin nods his head. “She’s healing well enough, and the babies are healthy. Obviously, sex is perfectly safe while pregnant, and she’s been cleared by her doctor from the gunshot wound. So if she’s feeling ready to start exploring things again, I don’t see why we shouldn’t.”
“Alright, I’m glad we are all on the same page. Perfect timing, too, because we’re here,” Callum says as we pull into the parking spot next to Isla.
Isla
This pregnancy has flown by. I’m now twenty-one weeks pregnant, tomorrow is Valentine’s day, and Lochlan’s birthday is in five days. I’m starting to get huge, since they're twins, and I couldn't sleep. I snuck out of the bed at one a.m., which was a pain in my massive ass, and now I’m curled up in the library, working on finishing the plans for Lochlan’s party. He wanted to do a swim party, and since we easily can accommodate his class with our indoor pool, we agreed.
Amazon two-day delivery is truly a godsend for the last minute things I couldn’t find at Hobby Lobby. After I have my digital cart filled with dinosaur decorations, pool toys, gift bag stuffers, and a ridiculous amount of clothes for not only the babies but the other three, I've spent well over six hundred dollars.
It’s been such a huge adjustment; going from being financially controlled to the point I couldn’t spend five dollars without being questioned–or worse–to having millions. Funnily enough, my bank account is still growing even though I’m not working. However, any time I ask my grandmother about it, she says she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
By the time Orin finds me, I’ve made a huge grocery pick up order for tomorrow, made a list of everything we’ll need for the twins, and even found a couple of contractors to call about tearing a wall down to make our suite bigger and take out the kitchenette we never use. We will add a mini fridge and bottle warmer to heat up breast milk when needed, so we are going to make that area a play space for the babies.
“What are you doing up, Darling? Are you feeling okay?” He comes over and picks me up to set me in his lap.
“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep. The girls are dancing on my bladder constantly, I have heartburn, and three of you snore like freaking chainsaws.” I lean over to kiss his chin.
“I’m sorry you’re having issues sleeping. We can start taking turns sleeping with you, if you’d prefer. There are plenty of beds around here to choose from.” He rubs his nose against mine
“No, I love snuggling with all of you, but I think I’m going to have to start sleeping on the edge or wearing a freaking diaper to bed.” Both babies start kicking pretty hard every time they hear one of their daddies. The guys haven’t been able to feel anything yet so I grab Orin’s hand and place it over where one of the girls is currently acting like she’s the kicker for the Saints. I’m pretty sure it’s Iris, due to her position.
She does another strong kick under his hand, and he gives me a blinding smile. “Is that what I think it was?”
“Yeah, I think it was Iris since she has been on top during all the ultrasounds. Willow likes to kick right here.” I place his other hand right at my pants line.
“During the last scan I had at the maternal-fetal medicine specialist, Iris was sitting head down with her feet just below my ribs. Willow was laying diagonal with her head towards my ribs on the opposite side,” I explain to him. Bodie went to that appointment so the others missed it, and even though I brought the pictures home, they don’t really understand how they are positioned in there.
“You have another scan coming up this week, don’t you?” he asks distractedly, still enjoying feeling all the little baby kicks,
“My anatomy scan is Wednesday. They are doing ultrasounds every three weeks so it lined up perfectly when I’d be due for this one. It’s where they do a more in depth scan and check everything on both girls. I’m hoping they are both head down by the time I’m due. My regular OB and the high risk doctor agreed to let me try natural birth, as long as the girls are healthy and both in the correct position.” I smile at the happy look on his face.
“That’s right. We all took off so we could be there. My brain isn’t braining right now, since it’s two-thirty in the morning,” he replies, checking his phone with a pointed look at me.
“What woke you up? I’ve been down here awhile.”Shit, I’m going to be so tired tomorrow… well, today.
“Ah, well, actually, we all woke up. We set an alarm for two since you’re normally asleep and we had to set up the surprises for you and the kids. I was volunteered to come find you and to make sure you couldn't see anything when you came back to bed. I’m less grumpy on no sleep than the others." We both chuckle at that. The others really are not morning people, no matter what hour of the morning it happens to be. Silas is the absolute worst in the mornings. He’s whinier than the kids, and that says a lot.
I let out a big yawn. “I guess you should sneak me back to bed then. Might as well try and get a couple hours of sleep while I can.”
He sets me on the couch so he can stand up, then picks me up. “You know I’ll be too big for y’all to carry around soon.”
He gives me an unimpressed look. “Darling, did you forget you have five larger-than-average men? We didn’t get this big from not working out. I, for one, am excited to see your belly round from growing our babies. Now close your eyes and no peeking.” He kisses the side of my head and carries me to the bedroom.
I’m not allowed to open them until I’m tucked in the middle of the guys where I can’t see the room, and I’m lulled to sleep by the sound of my guys breathing.
