Chapter 1

For the first time in his adult life, Eddie felt like he was walking in the sunshine, to wax fucking poetic! He was married to a woman who finally allowed him to trim his horns at home and was willing to try things that were new to her, but Eddie had had years to hone every skill and nuance of pleasure giving. In the past, he had women who would have given testimonials to his artistry in lovemaking. Every one of them had reaped the rewards of his wife’s constant denial of allowing him to be ‘kinky’, performing acts which were generally accepted as foreplay and built up to advanced skills in pleasure giving. He was deriving as much pleasure from showing Carol what she’d been missing in the previous nineteen years, that he was subordinating his own taking of pleasure. In addition, he was training his daughters in how a man should properly make love to them, though he tried not to reproach his two sons, if they did things differently. But all good things sometimes go to shit! With the steady progression of Carol, Breeanne and Marley’s pregnancies, the house was being hormone driven, and the men were learning to pick their battles and vacate the premises if things got too intense. Edward would inquire of his father if things were quiet, before visiting. Eddie was, once again, looking forward to his duty days.

On shipboard, Eddie and Al were still trying to wrap their heads around their approaching advancement to senior chief. Eddie had despaired of ever putting that star on his ‘crow’. The fact that he was given the opportunity to wear it for at least two years before, once again, planning to retire, gave his morale an additional boost. He didn’t turn ‘gung-ho’, but he toned down his ‘short-timer attitude’. Along with the selection board postings and his own selection, the results of the Navy-Wide Advancement exams were posted. ET2 Schwimmer, his right-hand tech, made ET1 and two of his ET3’s made ET2. His son Edward had taken the exam for DS2 and had passed it, so he would be advanced also. Ship-wide, there were numerous advancements in most of the ratings. In addition to the flurry of advancements, both Eddie and Edward were sending out and receiving mail from overseas.

Lorna Phillips reported, or rather ‘complained’, she was starting to ‘waddle’, and would be heading stateside soon, to complete her pregnancy. Since his Army doctor baby mama was keeping him informed of her own expectancy, he felt he should keep her abreast of the happenings in his life. He told her about his wife’s change of ‘heart’, and about her becoming pregnant, most likely because of that change, but also about selection for advancement and decision to extend his stay in the Navy. She was supportive and wished him success in both areas: personal and professional. Edward, still in correspondence with their ‘acquaintances’ in New Zealand, gave his father a missive enclosed with one of his letters. In the short note, Phyllis Mitchell said she was beginning to display her ‘baby bump’ with a little more pride, though the school still kept her sequestered from the main student body. She was now visiting her former students at Bethany’s grandmother’s home, and was made welcome, with no judgment. Eddie was reluctant to send a reply, but did so at Edward’s urging, just to show he wasn’t a heartless bastard, and had some concern for the welfare of his Kiwi baby mama. Later, in the sickbay, when Eddie revealed to his buddy Al, the three pregnancies in his own home, Al had merely grinned and shaken his head, muttering something about ‘superhero’. When Eddie inquired as to Al’s progress in creating a little Tory, Al had bristled a bit and said:

“I’m trying, I’m trying. I’m not like Eddie Nolan, who just looks at a woman and she’s knocked up!”

“If you need any help, buddy, just let me know.” Eddie smirked.

Al flipped him off with a disgusted look on his face, but then he smiled at his friend.

“We could always make it a ‘grudge pregnancy’!” Eddie quipped.

“What in the hell is a ‘grudge pregnancy’?” Al inquired.

“That’s where someone has it in for you!” Eddie chortled.

“I didn’t know my buddy was such an asshole!” Al barked as he opened the door and indicated Eddie should leave. As Eddie walked through the door, Al smacked him in the back of the head, laughing.

Although the hormone level was high at home, so was the horniness level. Carol had never indicated she was in need, sexually, during her first three pregnancies, but now it was different. Eddie saw an entirely new Carol, as she acted like a vamp to entice him into servicing her. At the same time, their daughters were experiencing the same heightened libido and Steven and Edward were called upon almost nightly, to quench their desires. Eddie could not comprehend how his wife had survived three previous bouts of gravidity without going insane from needing a release, but too staid and stubborn to ask for it. But he was all too willing to ring her chimes when called upon by his re-born wife. Since none of the women were really showing a baby bump yet, Eddie considered it would be a long remaining seven months, unless their desires waned as they became more ponderous with child. In the meantime, he’d run into Veronica Brady at Walmart again. The mutual greetings were cordial, and Veronica had remarked: