Chapter 4: Of Babies and Making them

Kevin was reclined in one of the solid hospital recliners with his shirt off and the baby lying on his chest for skin-to-skin time. Rachel’s bed had been restored to its original shape after the delivery. She was propped up with half a dozen pillows packed beneath her, watching the two of them dreamily with an adoring smile on her tired face. I was sitting on her opposite side with my elbows resting beside her, supporting my cupped hands. Now that things had calmed down, it seemed harder for me to keep my eyes open.

“He looks so adorable like this,” she murmured, “He’s going to be such a great father.”

“He’s asleep,” I replied with a smirk.

“No, he isn’t he’s just staying calm and quiet for the baby.”

“He’s asleep.”

She nudged me. “No, he isn’t!”

“Kevin, are you awake over there?” I called out, only to be shushed.

There was no reply. I gave her a triumphant look and she rolled her eyes at me. “Well, he’s tired.”

“So, when are you all going to tell me?” I asked pointedly.

“Tell you what?” she asked innocently.

“Tell me whose baby that is?”

“It’s my baby stupid!” she snorted back to me.

“But, not Kevin’s...”

“Told you he’d know,” Kevin murmured from the other side of the bed. His eyes were still closed and he showed no sign of life other than his smile.

“How do you do that?” Rachel breathed. She regarded me with wide eyes.

“It’s a gift,” I replied, “So what’s really going on here?”

Kevin sighed and sat up slightly. He opened his eyes but never took them off the tiny human latched onto his chest. “The baby is my brother Dominic’s,” he said softly, “I can’t produce sperm anymore so he donated his.”

I tried to wrap my head around that bombshell confession that he uttered so glibly. “Um ... why?”

“Testicular cancer,” he responded calmly. “I had it 4 years ago and it cost me both of my balls.”

“Holy shit dude!” I gasped. “That’s some serious stuff there. Did it spread?” I found Rachel’s hand in mine as I queried him.

“So far no,” he stated, “If I stay in remission for 5 years, they will claim that I am probably cured.”

“Probably...” I emphasized, “What does that even mean, ‘probably cured’?”

“With my Lupus, it’s anybody’s guess,” he replied, “My immune system is already compromised so my ability to fight off a recurrence would be pretty bad odds.”

I felt a chill as he spoke and found myself squeezing Rachel’s hand back. “Oh Fuck.”

“Worrying about what might come to pass is hardly a means of coping, Carter,” he said calmly. “This little blessing is all that matters right now.” He kissed the hairy head on his chest.

Just then the door slid open and Trinity entered, being pushed into the room in a wheelchair by another nurse wearing black scrubs. She was wearing a hospital gown over her leggings and a tank top that she had changed into at the house. She was holding an ice pack to the left side of her forehead. “Hi guys,” she greeted us softly as she nodded up to the guy who wheeled her in. “Thank you, Aiden,” she added.

“No problem, Trin. You take care now,” he replied and left, closing the door behind him.

“‘ Trin’?” I asked curiously.

“‘ Aiden’?” Rachel echoed.

She looked at us defiantly and then grinned. “Isn’t he cute?” she giggled. “And you should’ve seen the guy down in Xray ... whooo baby!”

Rachel and I looked at each other in disbelief.

“What about those awful penises?” Kevin muttered quietly so as not to disturb the baby on his chest.

Trinity stood up from her wheelchair and walked over to him to bend over and gaze excitedly at the infant. “Oh man!” she breathed, “that is so cool! I mean, that’s the real deal there, right? That is the thing that you squeezed out of ... down there?”

I could see Kevin struggling not to laugh but his chest began shaking with his mirth.

“For God’s sake, Trinity!” Rachel snapped, “It’s called a baby.”

Trinity just stood there awkwardly nodding her empty head agreeably. “Mmhmm. Yep. That’s a baby.” she turned to us and winced, “Oww. So, it’s a boy, right? Whatcha gonna name him? Bruiser? Crusher? Titan? Jason Statham Momoa?”

I snorted trying to hold back my laughter.

Rachel slugged me, “It’s a girl, and her name is Desiree Constance.”

Trinity’s eyes lit up and she pumped her fist triumphantly. “Yes! Way to go Mama. We outnumber them now! This is awesome! Dezzy, DeeCee, DeCon, Oh yeah ... I like it.”

With a sigh, Rachel beckoned the girl over. “Come here and let me see your eye.”

She came over and removed the ice pack.

“Dayum!” I exclaimed. Her eye was bruised from her cheekbone to her temple.

“Oh dear,” Rachel breathed as she lifted the micro braids away to get a better look.

“Yeah, it hurts like a bitch too. But it won’t be too bad,” she muttered as she replaced the cold pack. “You shoulda’ seen Jackson’s (one of my fab classmates) face when he got smacked with his own slag hammer!” she chimed up brightly, “It was so funny. He got pissed because his cover pass got all fucked with porosity and he lost his shit over it. So, he stepped back from his booth and flung his slag hammer at it and it bounced right back and ... SMACK!” She slapped her hand against her leg loudly, causing Kevin to jump and the baby to startle.

The baby began fussing and made a few gasping cries, while Kevin tried to calm her.

“Way to go Trin!” I growled. “Ya had to wake the baby.”

“Oh my gosh,” she put her free hand to her mouth, “I’m so sorry!” she added with an exaggerated whisper.

“Bring her here honey,” Rachel said calmly and sat up more. Kevin complied and very gingerly handed the tiny baby back to her momma. She opened her gown to expose a large breast and presented it to the child. It took a couple of tries but she latched on and began suckling. A dreamy smile came over Rachel’s face as she nursed.

“Whoa!” Trinity gaped. “Do you think I could try some? Some time?”

Rachel looked up at her incredulously. “My milk? You want me to breastfeed you?”

“Well,” Trinity shifted uncomfortably, “the way you put it just sounds weird.”

“As opposed to...?”

I was shaking on the side of the bed, trying not to laugh out loud and scare the baby again.

“I just wanted to see what it was like,” my fosterling said defensively, “it’s not like every guy on the planet hasn’t considered it...”

They expected Rachel and the baby to spend at least one more night in the hospital. I had Trinity take me back to Kevin’s as the sun was coming up and drove my truck back to the canyon. Travis joined me for the trip and decided to run off and explore when it was time to unload all of the joist material for the deck. I completed the unloading and went inside to lay down for a second or two to rest my weary head.

I woke up to the sound of Travis barking excitedly and the arrival of a large moving van driven by Randy with Suzy riding shotgun. I couldn’t believe I slept through the perimeter alert much less the two texts from my interior designer that they were on their way. My first order of business was to make a pot of coffee before I even set foot outside to greet them. I hadn’t considered how they planned on getting the furniture and stuff into the house with its unfinished porch and cheesy cinderblock steps. But Randy was a pro and managed to back the truck up so that they could raise and lower the liftgate until it was flush with the door and then just dolly the pieces in.

“Hi Carter,” Suzy said excitedly as she jumped down from the cab and patted Travis. “We got everything early and I wanted to get started right away, hope you don’t mind.”

I nodded towards the door, “Not at all.”

It took us a good portion of the day to unload and stage the furniture and furnishings and it was growing dark by the time Randy left. Suzy set about consulting her notes and measurements and began preparing all the window dressings. I helped as I could, drilling holes, assembling curtain rods and valances, cornice frames, hanging drapes and artwork, etc. By midnight I called a halt by not so subtlety grabbing her from behind and reaching up her shirt to clasp each of her soft breasts and grip them tightly. She froze startled at my daring intrusion but submissively backed against me and lifted her head with a sigh. I kissed her sweaty neck and she closed her eyes with a moan.

“Carter, I...” she whispered hesitantly.

I turned her around and kissed her lips hungrily, not at all interested in whatever she had to say. My hands held her naked back firmly to my chest through her shirt. She reluctantly reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck to accept the kiss and press herself against me tighter.

“Let’s take a shower,” I urged and let her go enough to lead her towards the back.

“This isn’t what I...” she stammered as she meekly followed me into the bedroom and allowed me to remove her shirt. “My cycle is over honey...”

“I don’t care,” I replied, to her astonishment as I stripped her of her shorts and panties and doffed my clothes as well. She glanced at my rigid erection and swallowed nervously. I could see the emotions conflicting on her face as desire and guilt warred with each other.

“It’s just that Jenny is my soul,” she pleaded. I took her hand and placed it on my hardon. She instinctively gripped it and began stroking it slowly. “I love her so much and I feel like...”

“She understands,” I replied gently as I drew her closer to me. “In a few weeks, you will marry her and I hope I can be there to help you both consummate your love for each other. Now stop feeling guilty.” I gently pushed her down to her knees and held her face with my hands as my rigid cock presented itself to her hungry mouth. As soon as it passed her lips, she became wanton and crazed as she swallowed nearly half my length and began sucking on me eagerly. I closed my eyes and groaned as my pelvis began spasming in response to her rhythmic sucking.

I had to pull myself away from her ministrations as I felt myself getting close to orgasm. I lifted her back to her feet and kissed her deeply before leading her to the bed. I had her lay back and open her legs to me so I could take in the glorious sight of her swollen hairless mound and gleaming labia already moistened with her juices. I parted her legs further and attacked her vagina with my mouth and tongue. She gasped and cried out as I sucked on her hard clitoris, coaxing it from its fleshy hood with my lips. I felt her sharp nails dig into my scalp as her heels rubbed my lower back. She thrust her pelvis upward, driving her mons tighter against my face as I lapped, sucked, and probed her eagerly.

“Oh, sweet mother of God!” she cried out as she began humping my face and head. “Oh my God baby! That’s it! I’m gonna...” Her words were choked off by a strangled scream. Her entire body seemed to seize and tremble as her climax took her. I felt the flood of her orgasm gush into my open mouth and I savored the taste of her.

She shook beneath me and scraped the skin of my scalp as she cried and groaned. It lasted for over a minute before she began to relax. I felt her tremors calm and she eased her grip on my head. I gave her no respite however as my own needs drove me to pull back and climb atop her. I thrust my pulsing erection into her and she cried out as I buried myself to the hilt. I felt her hands and nails clasp my hips as I began hammering my pelvis against her. She could do little more than cry out briefly as I pounded her cervix with every deep push. I fucked her harder than ever before and she lost herself to another cascading wave of pleasure.

I bellowed and grunted as I came inside her. I thrust hard, held myself tightly inside her, and sent stream after stream of my thick sperm, straight against her cervical opening. I felt like I would cum forever as I struggled to fill her with my seed. She clung to me and welcomed it with shrill gasping cries.

When we recovered and went to shower, I took her once more — from behind, with her bent over and gripping the brushed nickel safety rails for support. She was helpless to do anything but hang on as I held her hips and slammed my rigid pole in and out of her until I came once again.

We lay exhausted on the bed spooning. I could tell she still held reservations about our amorous tryst but she tucked against me reassuringly and let me enfold her in my arms. A chill in the air caused her to shiver slightly so I reached down and pulled a fleece blanket up to cover us. In the process, my semi-hard penis pressed itself once more between her legs and settled in her warm moist crack. She moaned softly and I placed my arm back around her cupping both of her breasts.

“Good God, how do you have anything left?” she murmured as she felt me growing harder against her warm mound. “I have got to tell Jenny about this,” she added with guilt in her voice.

“Let me,” I said softly in her ear. The scent of her damp hair was driving me crazy and I found myself moving my hips against her and sliding the length of my hard shaft across the slippery surface of her lubricated labia. “You have nothing to worry about Suzy. I know she expects and wants this to happen. Her only regret will be not participating.” I clutched her breast tightly and squeezed her nipples in my fingers as I kissed her neck and once more entered her.

The living room looked like a curator’s workshop with boxes and crates still unopened and stacked to the side, amidst unwrapped and partially assembled furnishings, a full-sized sleeper couch, a matching love seat, and two recliners. A new area rug featuring log cabins, moose, bears, and wolves, lay in the center of the floor. Travis particularly approved of this by thrashing around on his back like a half-dead fish. The windows were all finished with decorative drapes and curtains and unique cornice boxes with recessed lighting. Several large canvas prints were hanging about the large room featuring wildlife and slightly erotic feminine figures frozen in suggestive poses.

I stood naked in the midst of it all sipping my first cup of coffee. I had sent a text to Jenny informing her that I had kidnapped her fiancée and spent the evening banging the shit out of her. Her response was a fuming face and a terse message that we had better have saved some for her and that she would be closing the salon early that day to join us. I asked her to bring a bucket of chicken with her. She gave me a thumbs up and I went to my laptop to check my messages. Rachel sent me half a dozen baby pics, just in case I didn’t get enough from all of her texts. I had to admit that the little bug had latched onto my heartstrings quickly and I found myself casually deciding what part of the canyon would be best suited for hiding all the bodies. Kevin informed me that we had a meeting the next day with the seller’s agent regarding the duplex on Market Street. I could attend if I wanted to (him knowing full well that I wouldn’t be there.) Who knows, I had to go to town for decking material ... Maybe I’d surprise him.