The Architect's Prophecy: He Has to Get Them Pregnant
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Chapter 98: The Album
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 98: The Album - Enhanced Version of "The Beyonder's Prophecy" Jalen Moss has two years to get eight women pregnant... or humanity dies. Jalen Moss was just trying to build a decent life for himself. Then one night, A cosmic entity called The Architect appears in his bedroom with a prophecy that makes no sense and gives him no choice. Within two years, Jalen must father eight children with eight different women. These children will grow into the heroes destined to save the world. If he fails? Humanity is doomed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Paranormal Cheating Sharing MaleDom FemaleDom Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Female Hispanic Female Analingus Cream Pie Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Public Sex Size Slow
For the next two weeks, Jalen spent all his free time with Sydney and baby Julius.
Tonight, Jalen was at Sydney’s condo, rocking baby Julius in his arms while Sydney sat nearby on the couch, still recovering but glowing with happiness. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing one of Jalen’s old t-shirts over leggings.
Julius was asleep in his arms, his tiny chest rising and falling against Jalen’s. The condo smelled faintly of the lavender lotion Sydney had been using on him before bed. The lamps were dimmed. It was the kind of quiet that only existed in homes with newborns, where everyone was operating in the gap between the last feeding and the next one.
The past couple of weeks had been an intense adjustment. He was learning how to function on minimal sleep, figuring out Julius’s feeding schedule, and watching Sydney’s body do things he hadn’t realized bodies could do. He was soaking in every moment of parenthood while trying not to let his constant awareness of the other seven pregnancies overwhelm what was happening right here in front of him.
Then, his phone rang.
It was Karla.
Jalen answered, already suspecting what this was.
“Jalen, Kristen’s in labor. I’ve got her in the car with me. We’re on the way to the hospital now.”
“Holy shit,” Jalen said.
Sydney looked up. “What is it? Is it Kristen?”
He nodded at her.
“How far apart are the contractions?” he asked Karla.
“Close. Maybe four minutes. She called me when she started to feel them and when I came over, they began stacking. I think she’s gonna go fast.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Jalen said. “Tell her I’m coming.”
“Will do. Drive safe.”
Then he turned to Sydney. “Yeah, Kristen’s in labor.”
Sydney immediately set her phone down and held out her arms. “Here, give him to me. Go be with Kristen. She’s gonna need you.”
He hesitated for half a second. Not because he didn’t want to go but because for two weeks his entire existence had compressed into this room with this woman and this baby, and the idea of leaving felt almost physically wrong.
Julius shifted against his shoulder, making a small sound that wasn’t quite a cry, just a baby acknowledging the air had moved.
He walked over to the couch and lowered himself carefully, transferring Julius into Sydney’s arms in the slow, deliberate way they’d both learned not to wake him.
Julius stirred a bit during the exchange with his tiny hand opening and closing once, but he didn’t wake up. Sydney settled him against her chest with practiced ease.
Jalen felt his pulse spike. He gave Sydney a long kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispered to her after breaking the kiss. “I love you.”
Sydney smiled against his lips. “I love you too. You’re an amazing dad. Now hurry and go.”
Jalen grabbed his keys, wallet, and bag that he’d packed in preparation for this and ran out the door.
By the time Jalen arrived at the maternity floor of the hospital, Karla was sitting in a chair in the lobby, one hand resting on the curve of her own belly. She was about two months from her own due date now, and the past hour of helping Kristen had clearly tired her. There was a half-finished bottle of water on the seat next to her.
She stood when she saw him coming, slightly slower than she would have a few months ago.
“You’d better get back there,” she said.
“Are you good?” Jalen asked her, immediately scanning her for signs that this had been harder on her than she was letting on.
She waved him off. “I’m fine. Took her contraction monitoring more seriously than her, drove the speed limit, didn’t break anything in my body. Don’t worry about me. Just get to Kristen.” She pointed down the hall. “Room 4-B. I think she’s close to fully dilated. She was already at seven when I left her with the nurse.”
Jalen gave Karla a quick kiss. “Thank you. You should go home and rest. I’ll take it from here.”
Karla nodded, smiling as he hurried off to Room 4-B.
He found 4-B and pushed the door open.
Kristen was sitting up in the bed with her knees drawn up, breathing heavily through what was clearly the tail end of a contraction. Her brown hair was damp from exertion, sticking to her forehead in places. She had on a hospital gown and her face was flushed pink from the work her body was doing. A nurse was checking the fetal monitor on the side of the bed.
Her piercing eyes locked onto Jalen the moment he entered the room.
“Jesus Christ, Jalen,” she growled through gritted teeth as the contraction held her. “You sure took your DAMN TIME.”
Sorry,” he said, crossing to her bedside and taking her hand. “Was at Sydney’s place. Took me a few extra minutes.”
“How’s Julius?” Kristen asked immediately, even though she was the one in labor.
“He’s good. Asleep. Sydney sends her love.”
Kristen nodded and closed her eyes for a second. He could see her gathering herself, focusing on breathing the way she’d learned in the childbirth classes she’d been doing online.
“You ready, babe?” he asked, brushing damp hair off her forehead.
Kristen opened her eyes and rolled them at him as she gripped his hand tightly. “Does it matter if I’m ready? She’s coming whether I like it or not.”
They already knew it was a girl. Kristen had wanted to know, and they got the confirmation months ago. They’d gotten the confirmation at her twenty-week scan, and she’d cried in the truck for ten minutes afterward without being able to fully explain why.
Jalen stood hunched close to her, rubbing her back. “You got this. Deep breaths.”
The nurse stepped around to the foot of the bed. “Alright, Kristen, let’s check you again.”
Jalen watched Kristen’s face as the nurse did the exam.
“You’re at ten,” the nurse said, looking up. “Baby’s right there. Are you feeling the urge to push?”
Kristen nodded jerkily. “Yeah. For the last contraction. Yeah.”
“Then let’s go. I’ll get Dr. Patel.”
The nurse stepped out. The room got quiet. The fetal monitor beeped steadily. Kristen looked up at Jalen, and for a second the bravado dropped completely.
“Jalen.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m scared.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand on her cheek. The hospital lighting caught the gold flecks in her hazel eyes, the ones he’d noticed the first time she’d looked at him at Wellness Georgia.
“I know, baby.”
“What if I can’t—”
“You can.”
“What if—”
“Kristen. Look at me.”
She looked at him.
“You’ve already done the hard part. You’ve carried her for nine months. You’ve taken care of yourself, you’ve taken care of her, you’ve made every appointment and read every book and done every damn thing you were supposed to do. Now you just push. That’s it. That’s all that’s left, and I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her eyes filled with tears. She nodded. Her free hand drifted down to her belly one more time.
Then the next contraction hit and her face changed. The softness was replaced by the fierce focused thing he’d watched her become over the last few months. She gripped his hand so hard he felt the small bones flex.
“Push, Kristen,” the nurse said as Dr. Patel came through the door snapping on gloves. “Big breath, hold it, push down. Just like we talked about. Ten seconds.”
Kristen pushed. Her whole face went red with the effort. Jalen counted with her in a quiet voice next to her ear. When the contraction ended, she collapsed back, panting, eyes squeezed shut.
“That was perfect,” Dr. Patel said. “Beautiful. Let’s do it again on the next one.”
“Oh my God,” Kristen muttered. “Oh my God.”
“You got this,” Jalen said. “I’m right here.”
Jalen stayed close, whispering encouragement as Kristen pushed through the pain.
Forty agonizing minutes later, another cry filled the room. Kristen gasped. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately as her whole body collapsed back against the bed, her chest heaving.
“She’s here!” Dr. Patel announced. “She looks great. Strong cry, good color. Let’s get her cleaned up.”
Kristen let out a watery laugh that turned into a sob and then back into a laugh. Her hand was still gripping Jalen’s. He realized he was crying too, silently, the tears just running down his face without him noticing they’d started.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Her skin was hot and damp.
A few minutes later, Kristen wiped away tears as the nurse placed the swaddled baby into her arms. She was tiny, pink, and perfect.
She was looking at her daughter the way Jalen had always hoped someone would get to look at her.
“Hi,” Kristen whispered. “Hi, baby.”
Jalen couldn’t speak.
Kristen lifted her gaze to his. Her expression was softer than he had ever seen it. Her lashes were dark and wet, and her smile was uneven, the way smiles are when they’re fighting their way through tears.
“Jalen, meet your daughter. Isabella Moss.”
Jalen exhaled sharply. His heart swelled as he reached out, touching his daughter’s tiny fingers. His baby girl.
He felt the emotions rise in his chest.
“Isabella...” he whispered. “She’s beautiful.”
Kristen smiled softly. “We can call her Bella.”
Jalen leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Kristen’s forehead before looking at his daughter. He stroked Bella’s tiny fingers, overwhelmed with emotion.
“Hey, Bella,” he whispered. “I’m your dad.”
Kristen watched him with silent affection, blinking away tears, and Jalen leaned down to kiss both his daughter and then give Kristen a soft kiss on the lips. She smiled against his lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Another piece of Jalen’s family had just arrived.
Given the publicity surrounding Chris Westward’s arrest, and the continued endorsement from those like Jim Harbor, Jalen’s contract services were now in high demand, especially from lawyers and other wealthy people who did not like Chris Westward.
Moss Elite Construction had quickly become a household name.
Since Chris Westward’s arrest, Jalen had been consistently taking on very high paying projects. The huge uptick in revenue allowed him to expand his business and hire more help to have projects completed faster.
He no longer had to be on site every day since he now had a more reliable crew to handle things when he wasn’t around.
This also meant that Jalen had more flexibility to spend more time with the mothers of his children, which was now more crucial than ever with the births of Julius and Bella.
Once Kristen was able to leave the hospital, she and Sydney decided it made sense for them to live together for a while. This would allow them to support each other and make it easier for Jalen to be there for them and the babies.
Sydney’s condo was slightly bigger and had two bedrooms, so Kristen moved in the day after leaving the hospital. Jalen made sure everything Kristen and Bella needed was transferred to Sydney’s place.
Jalen was incredibly grateful for Kristen and Sydney’s decision to live together because it made things much more manageable for him as he balanced his time between them, the other six pregnant women, and work.
When he wasn’t with one of the other women, or working, Jalen was at Sydney’s condo, making sure both Sydney and Kristen had everything they needed.
He helped with late-night feedings, changed diapers, and even learned how to swaddle the babies properly.
Whenever one of them was exhausted, he’d take over completely, letting them rest.
One evening, as Jalen rocked baby Bella in his arms while Sydney nursed Julius on the couch, Kristen looked over at him and smiled.
“You’re a natural,” she said.
Jalen chuckled. “I don’t know about that. I’m just trying not to screw up.”
Sydney smiled. “Well, you’re doing a great job. We both appreciate you, babe.”
He looked at both women, overwhelmed with emotion. “I appreciate y’all too. More than you know.”
Sydney and Kristen’s bond had also strengthened during this time.
They leaned on each other for support, sharing the responsibilities of motherhood while adjusting to their new normal.
Jalen couldn’t have asked for a better situation. It gave him a little peace of mind knowing that they had each other whenever he wasn’t there.
Despite the chaos of newborns, late nights, and endless diaper changes, there was a sense of warmth and unity in the home.
Jalen was running on pure adrenaline at this point. His life had reorganized itself around feedings and pediatrician visits and bouncing between Sydney’s condo and Megan’s house in Decatur and the apartments and condos of the women who hadn’t delivered yet.
It had been a month since Bella was born. Jalen was pulling double duty between Sydney’s and Kristen’s parenting while learning how to function on the four-hour-blocks of sleep that newborns allowed.
Sydney and Kristen settled into their shared rhythm at the condo. They navigated the small accommodations that two women raising newborns together had to find like who got the first shower, who handled the late-night fussiness, and who knew the burp pat that worked for which baby.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, just past three. Julius was down for a nap. Bella was nursing. Sydney was at her desk in the corner of the living room, working from home on a marketing brief.
Kristen was in the kitchen quietly making herself a sandwich one-handed while Bella nursed.
Jalen’s phone buzzed. Megan’s name appeared.
He answered on the second ring. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Jalen.” Her voice was tight. “My water just broke.”
He was already standing. “How long ago?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes? I was going to call sooner but I wanted to make sure it was really—I’m having contractions now. They’re not that close yet but they’re definitely real.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m on the way.”
Jalen briefed Sydney and Kristen, and both of them urged him to go quickly.
He gave them both kisses and gave his two babies soft kisses. Then grabbed his bag that stayed packed and headed out.
Jalen arrived at Megan’s house and as soon as he pulled up, she immediately came out the door with a bag in her hand.
Jalen got out and ran up to her, taking her bag and putting it over his shoulder. Then he carefully helped her to the car, with Megan reassuring him over and over that she was fine.
The drive to Northside hospital, which was Megan’s choice, took him around I-286 traffic that he barely registered. He’d done this drive enough times now that his body knew the route without his brain having to engage.
Megan was in the passenger seat focusing on her breathing.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jalen asked for seemingly the thousandth time.
“Jalen, sweetie, I love you, but if you ask me that again, I will plunge my nails into your neck,” she said between breaths.
Her chrome maroon almond-shaped acrylic nails weren’t short either.
“Noted,” Jalen said, nodding as he kept driving.
He pulled into the hospital parking deck twenty-eight minutes later and carefully helped Megan out of the car.
Jalen checked her in, and they were situated in room 6-A. The room was on the east side of the maternity floor, with a window that looked out onto the rooftop garden the hospital had built a few years back.
Jalen was sitting down on the edge of the mattress with Megan pulled into his arms. She leaned into him, and he could feel her breathing slow as her cheek rested against his shoulder.
“Jalen?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so glad you’re the father,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he said softly. “I’m truly lucky you chose me.”
She didn’t answer right away. He could feel her hand on his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt. She finally pulled back enough to look at him. Her eyes were wet.
“I keep thinking about Chris.”
Jalen didn’t say anything, instead just letting her talk.
She let out a small, half-broken laugh. “Isn’t that crazy? I’m about to have your baby and I keep thinking about the man who locked me in a fucking warehouse. Like he gets to be in my head at this moment. He doesn’t deserve to be in my head. Especially not on the day I finally get to meet my son.”
“It’s not crazy,” Jalen replied softly. “It’s the opposite of crazy. You spent five years with him. Of course he’s in your head.”
“I want him out,” Megan said bitterly.
“Our son’s gonna be born. The second this baby comes out of you, Chris is outta there.” Jalen brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. “And every day after this, he’s gone a little more. Until one day you’ll look back and he’ll be smaller than a bug in your rearview mirror.”
She laughed for real this time, even though her eyes were still wet. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
A contraction caught her then, mid-laugh. He watched her face shift as her body did what it was supposed to do. She gripped his hand.
When the contraction broke, she exhaled and let her head fall back against the pillow.
“They’re getting closer,” she said.
“I know. I’ll be here. No matter what.”
She nodded. Her fingers laced through his and stayed there.
It was a long labor.
The light through the window shifted from afternoon yellow to evening gold to the deep blue of full night. The nurses changed shifts. A different doctor came on at 6 PM and checked Megan. He said she was progressing fine but slow, which was normal for first deliveries.
Then finally, well after midnight, she became fully dilated. Then after an hour of agonizing pushes, Noah Moss was born.
The doctor looked up, smiling. “He’s perfect. Nine pounds, two ounces. Big boy.”
“Big boy,” Megan repeated, and laughed as she caught her breath.