Chapter 6

"I am so happy to have all four of you home," I said to Rebecca and Millicent Jane, as Colleen and I welcomed them into our bedroom. James was in his baby crib in our bedroom, with plenty of space beside it for Millicent Jane's. Winnie was downstairs helping Millie get lunch on the table.

We needed full time staff, instead of a day maid and caterers, and now that my ladies were home with our children, I had asked Winnie to hire two maids, and two cooks to cover seven am through eleven pm. If we got hungry after eleven pm, we needed to be able to fix a snack for ourselves. Winnie assured me that the background screening was complete, and all that was left was the visual check of local records for each of the applicants chosen to join our household staff. Yolanda was staying for the duration, and she would be available for baby care, medical necessities that come up with infants and general support for Colleen and Rebecca.

Rebecca spent four days recovering from her section. We four were looking forward to our first night sleeping in our big bed. However, Winnie gave me a sidelong glance when I mentioned it, so she might be feeling a little squeamish. That was completely understandable and we would have to help her through it the first time, or two. And didn't that sound fun! It was a good thing we bought the super king sized set. Before the three of us got to try it we added Winnie to the mix.

As I watched Rebecca slip off her clothes to shower, I knew I wanted to rinse off with her. Colleen caught my eye and we both undressed.

Rebecca's scar looked angry, and I asked about it. "It'll heal up fine. Doctor Uvalde actually placed it perfectly, in a place where my natural skin line will help cover it up. If we decide to do this again, he'll open me using the same line to keep scarring to a minimum." She was so matter of fact about it, I let it go.

Colleen washed Rebecca's front, and I did her back. We worked diligently to clean and arouse her, which worked to perfection. Rebecca groaned and came just as we intended.

Holding her against me, I said, "Soon you'll be all recovered and this teaser will be nothing more than a warm up for what I've got waiting for you, my love..." Her smile was radiant and Colleen and I were rewarded with a flood of kisses.

When Rebecca touched Colleen, she flinched. "Not ready for that, yet," Colleen complained. Brian is as anxious as you to play in my patch, but it won't be today." Rebecca made a big deal about playing with Colleen's milk laden breasts, causing a flood of excess breast milk, and turning me on to no end. We finished playing and were drying one another when Winnie walked in and announced that lunch was ready whenever we were. She took the towel out of my hand and dried Colleen's hair.

The three chatted as if I wasn't there, and I realized, I might as well not have been. This was girl talk time. Since I was there, I listened and learned.

"Are your nipples sore?" Colleen asked Rebecca, seeing her still dripping milk, after our playtime.

"Not too bad," Rebecca replied. "But they were SOOO sore the first two days. Millicent is going to be a biter, I fear. Her little gums squeezed way too hard, and she was just one day old. When she cuts her first tooth, breast feeding is OVER.

"But ... that doesn't mean I don't like you guys playing, just as long as we communicate so it doesn't hurt, and I don't have to go around leaking like a wet nurse."

"James doesn't bite down, but he sure wants to suck all the time," Colleen said. "When you were out of it that first day, it felt amazing to have them both feeding at once. I'm glad to know I can handle them both if I have to substitute for you sometimes."

Winnie's eyes were going back and forth between them, taking it all in. I understood where she was coming from since I was as foreign to that topic as it gets. We smiled at each other and let them talk. Colleen reached up and took Winnie's hand, and I put my arm around Rebecca, drawing her close. Both girls needed cuddling. Winnie and I obliged.

Our cuddling turned into spooning on our great big bed, and that turned into a short nap, until Winnie reminded us that lunch was sitting out waiting for us. That got everyone moving. Just as we left the bedroom, I asked, "Am I bringing the babies and their cribs to the kitchen?"

Rebecca gave it a thought, consulted Colleen with her eyes and said, "Nah. Let them sleep. The ride home probably tuckered Millicent out, and Colleen says James likes to nap this time of day. It's better to help them get on our schedule, than to become slaves to theirs, anyway."

The voice of Doctor Mom, literally!

"Then let's buy some cribs and set them, and everything we need to take care of them, around the house, so all we need to do is carry the babies to have them with us. I think we should put Millie in charge of that, since she LOVES to baby shop," I said that and every one laughed.

Mr. Bell and Millie were waiting for us when we arrived. Millie had been out shopping, and Mr. Bell caught up on some things at the club offices. "How were things at the soon-to-be stadium?" I asked. Our offices were in a building we bought alongside the land we purchased for the stadium, but so far it was just a hole in the ground, as construction was moving kind-of slow. Fortunately there is not a huge amount of work to build a ball field, and the three-thousand seats around it will go up fast, so we'd make an April go date with no problem.

We were already planning a seating expansion for next year, which would add seats and boxes. We were taking our stadium to seven thousand seats and another two hundred in ten, upper level boxes. They would be a recurring source of revenue, and give us a nice look to show off for our big club partners.

"The new office manager is as good as Clyde said she'd be. We are so lucky that he and Sandra knew Dorothy had given up her job when her husband was transferred to Branson. We are grossly underpaying her. I wonder if we should talk about expanding her role, and doubling her salary. The office is organized. Your suite is stocked, furnished, and ready to go. The phones and cable are on, and the security system has been upgraded to our standards." I agreed to take it up when Colleen, Mr. Bell, and I had our weekly lunch session and we'd approve a package just for her, that would keep Dorothy with us for the rest of her working life.

Mr. Bell had his own agenda of things to discuss, so he went on. "Jack says he is very grateful for the apartment you built him on the second floor, and looks forward to a long and happy stay with us, full time. Head of Operational Security is a good title for him. I think he feels it's complimentary."

It was stupid easy to get Jack to move in and take over our personal security. We added responsibility for the stadium, and gave him a big raise along with as large a budget as he requested, he was ecstatic. He loved being at the top of the food chain, and running his own show top to bottom. I didn't care how much it cost, as long as my babies and the rest of my family were safe.

We ate together for the first time as a family, in the new house. With Winnie as our fourth partner, and Mr. Bell and Millie already settled in their own wing, we made a wonderful family unit. Winnie smiled through lunch and I suspected eating as a family was a positive change for her. Colleen caught me staring and nodded in agreement. We were getting more and more tuned in to each other, and catching on to each other's thoughts. It was comforting, and pleasing at the same time.

The girls wanted to rest. Winnie wanted to talk to me, and Mr. Bell had things to do in his home office, so Winnie and I headed to the club. Mr. Bell walked into his new home office, Millie excused herself to be with the babies, and our day seemed to be perfect.

Jack was waiting when Winnie and I came out for a ride to the club. I asked him, "Was it convenient for you to be here to ride into the office with us, or did you drop everything just to take this ride?"

He laughed and said, "I have everything arranged at the club office. When we start the season, my team will have a jump start on their responsibilities. The big club gave me a copy of their organizational, security plan, and I've amended it to suit us. Once they see our people in action, they'll pay you a butt-load of money for a copy of ours. It's that good.

"To answer your question, I wanted to sit with you a few minutes away from everyone else," he looked at Winnie and continued. "It's good that you're here, Winnie. We three need to have this talk." He touched a button and closed the bullet proof divider.

"The house is as secure as I can make it, without turning it into a prison. Tonight we'll spend some time with everybody, and make sure you all know how to activate the safe room system. Our perimeter control is good, but not great and I'm in the process of upgrading it.

"The club office presents an entirely different set of challenges, and here's what I think – Winnie, I want you to chime in and help, as we brainstorm, here – "You and Mr. Bell have suites at the far ends of the third floor. Colleen's is between you. I've hardened all the exterior walls, upgraded to exceptionally safe windows, frames and infrastructure, and done some tinkering with your floors and ceilings. The elevators and stairwells are being redone to my specifications and will be fine, soon. I feel good about your work environment.