Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green/Red.
Extra note to readers of the Manor stores:
This story contains severe pain (second half).
If this makes you uncomfortable then I would suggest that you do not read further, or read with caution, once Alex's session with 'Mistress Sadist' begins as it is quite extreme. Once that starts, you can skip to the next chapter without missing anything other than his long-awaited session with Sadie.
Also I haven't bothered with aftercare in this chapter. Obviously it happened; but I figured the chapter was long enough without describing cuddles.
-X
Alex and I strode into the hospital less than seven hours after boarding the helicopter in Greece.
It was early evening in London, and after such an efficient journey from the yacht to Athens and on to London, the journey across the city in rush hour traffic had been the height of frustration.
Not least of which because John had last texted, 'All ok so far. My battery is about to die, don't panic if no news' and that had been the last update we had received regarding Casey.
Does no one else own a phone?
We were directed by reception and entered the waiting room to see Paul, Casey's husband, talking with a man in scrubs.
Paul looked beat, and grey, but he smiled and nodded when we entered, and beckoned us over to him.
"They can't all stay here," the other man said, not unkindly.
We approached, apprehensive, but didn't interrupt, as this was Paul's place of work and he was highly respected here.
"Of course not Peter," he replied and gestured towards us, "these are the friends I was waiting for. I just need an hour."
"Okay, no problem," the man nodded at us and left.
I glanced around the room.
John was sat on a couch, looking exhausted, but awake, he managed to smile at me. His arms were around both Sadie and Keira, who were sleeping.
Chris and Curtis were snuggled together in another large comfy chair, both also asleep. Curtis was snoring gently.
Paul held out his hand to me, "I'm so sorry about your honeymoon."
I shook, because I understand he is more comfortable with me as a master, than as a friend, "Not important, how is she?"
"In recovery. Tentatively out of danger, but she lost a lot of blood."
Alex was less respectful of Paul's personal space, but then they are both submissives, he pulled him into a hug, "What does tentatively out of danger mean?"
Paul shrugged and smiled wanly, "It means we can't make any promises but are hopeful," he said, "if it was anyone else but me, it would still be, let's see what the morning brings," he admitted.
"It was bad?" I asked.
Paul nodded and blinked rapidly. Alex rubbed his back.
Pulling himself together, Paul waved to John and walked us out, "I need to do one thing at a time, and I'm not quite ready to talk you through it, so come with me."
Allowing him some space, we followed him a short way down a corridor and into a small room.
A nurse was waiting for us, "Ah, Mr Bailey. They've arrived then?"
"Yes, Claire, this is Alex and Leslie," his eyes practically begged me to forgive him for not addressing me as Master.
I patted his back and moved forward as directed by the ultra-efficient nurse. Who watched us wash our hands, pull on a soft coverall, masks and hair coverings.
I noticed she was as strict with Paul as with us, despite his position in the hospital.
She was also treating him with extreme kindness and gentleness, as if he were delicate and might shatter, and it was making me nervous.
When satisfied, she led us through a door into a new room. I had been expecting to find Casey, wired up to monitors and support systems, but instead we walked into a room with incubators, and tiny fragile bodies.
Alex and I had been too scared to ask about the twins. We looked at each other with both fear and excitement.
Claire quickly bustled us towards two seats. About five incubators were in use, and as I sat, I noticed a bundle of wires and skin close by, smaller than my hand and a very odd color.
Claire saw me looking, "That's Baby Harris," she told me, "Don't look so worried, she's actually doing really well."
"Really?"
She nodded as she turned to another incubator, "Yes, we are really pleased with her."
She quickly lifted a small baby, dressed in light green, and turned, passing her to Paul.
His tired eyes lit up and crinkled behind the mask as he smiled. He moved towards Alex who looked panicked.
"What. What do I do?" he asked, eyes wide.
Claire quickly made a cradle of his arms before moving away, and Paul expertly placed the tiny bundle into Alex's terrified arms.
"Oh Shit!" he whispered.
"Do you mind?" Claire reprimanded him, without even looking around.
I smiled and leaned closer to see the wrinkly, pissed off looking face. Pouting in her sleep.
"Looks like her Mum with that pout," I told Paul, and it was true, I could see Casey in this tiny human being.
Paul smiled, "I would like to introduce you to my elder daughter, by about ninety seconds! This is Alexandria Keira Catherine Bailey."
We both gasped.
"Alexandria?" Alex asked.
Paul's eyes crinkled again, "To be honest, I think she looks like an Alex."
"Who's Catherine?" I asked.
"My mother," Paul said, "She has Casey's brother, sister and my mother for her names."
Alex just shook his head, overwhelmed. Even though he, Casey and Keira are not related (because that would be gross), they are indeed as close as any siblings.
Paul turned to take the next bundle, slightly bigger, dressed in soft yellow. I let Claire direct me as she had directed Alex.
I was, quite frankly, terrified to hold such a small person.
Paul lowered his younger (by ninety seconds!) daughter into my arms.
"And who is this beautiful young lady?" I asked, thinking I could not be more stunned than I was right now.
"This is Lesley Poppy Elizabeth Bailey," he told me, stunning me even further.
"Wow," Alex said.
(Uncle Alex, not Baby Alex. Obviously, she's smart, but not quite clever enough to talk at a few hours old.)
"Seriously?" was the best I could do.
I had been named for my Aunt Lesley, and now in turn a child was being named for me, it was mind-blowing.
We knew Poppy was Casey's best friend, from her university days.
"Who's Elizabeth?" I asked.
"Casey's grandmother," Paul reminded me.
I nodded; I had known she had been very close to her grandmother.
"Are they okay?" I asked, "Out of the incubators?"
Paul nodded, "It's just a bit of extra support, they can come out for around an hour, but this is just a few minutes to meet them."
Claire was keeping her eagle eye on us, "Most likely it will only be for a few days, good strong girls, both of them."
Alex was gaining confidence and was poking under Alexandria's little hat, "How come yours has hair. Mine doesn't have hair!"
Indeed there were dark curls poking out from Lesley's hat, "Guess she takes after her Uncle Leslie," I joked and then my breath backed up as I looked back down and saw she was awake and staring at me.
Dark eyes with all the knowledge of the word in them.
"Wow," I said. Sounding just like Alex.
We sat and basked for a few minutes, before Paul and Claire put the girls back into their incubator. I hadn't realized at first, but they were in together.
We returned to the outer room and gladly stripped the protective clothing off, it was really hot in there.
"Thanks Claire," Paul said, "I'm going to the canteen and then I'll be either with Casey or in the family room, B12."
"No problem Mr Bailey, you come anytime, but do try and get some sleep, those girls are fine with me," she nodded at us all and returned to the babies.
Paul led us further down yet another corridor. I had already completely lost my sense of direction.
"I need coffee," he said, "it's a staff canteen, won't be too busy at the moment."
He flashed his ID, and we found a table. Paul went and got the coffee.
"It's not too bad," he said as he sat.
Alex, who is a known coffee snob, sniffed the cup and then went for sugar, making Paul and I laugh.
We all sipped for a few minutes, waiting for Paul.
"She had backache" he started, "neither of us suspected labor. Twins can come early, but nearly five weeks."
He stared at the table, "It just happened so fast. Her waters suddenly broke and there was blood. Too much blood," he took a sip.
"The ambulance crew were amazing, drove like demons! Someone told one of my colleagues that I was coming in with my wife, he's a surgeon," he waved his hand, "Gynecological," he clarified.
"He looked at the amount of blood in the ambulance and just said, 'Theatre now' no hesitation. He told me I could stay with her, but only to observe, but I didn't have to, I could just wait, like anyone else, just wait outside."
Paul took a sip of terrible coffee and a deep breath, "Casey had passed out in the ambulance. It was all so fast. I hadn't had a chance to reassure her, to tell her I loved her, that I wasn't going to leave her alone."
Alex moved around the table at this point and pulled Paul into a hug.
"An emergency caesarean with a hemorrhaging patient is extremely nasty and brutally fast. The girls were out, both crying, my head was spinning, but the bleeding wouldn't stop."
He clung to Alex's hand, "Peter realized what it was. Even though it's incredibly rare, most surgeons will never hear of it, even specializing in gynecology, let alone have to deal with it, but he realized and told me he needed to do a hysterectomy."
