"...take care of them for the weekend. You will? Thanks so much, man. I really mean it. You're a lifesaver. I love you. Bye!"
Mandy Parker hung up. "Gerry says he'll take care of the kids for the weekend," she said. "So, we'll have all that time to ourselves."
She wrapped her arms around her wife's pregnant stomach. She could feel their son kick. "Your brother is a brave man," her wife, Maddie said. "Taking care of 16 kids is not an easy task for one man."
She gave Mandy a big kiss and gave her stomach a little peck. She was 8 months pregnant like Maddie and was also carrying a son. "Gerry is more than a man," Mandy said. "He's a fucking Marine. Besides that, it takes a fucking strong person to adopt his little sister after their parents abandoned her and raise her on the base. He's a hero to me. I love that man."
"So, he turned you from that sweet little girl into the man you are today?" Maddie asked with a little chuckle. The girliest things about Mandy was her long, black hair; her huge rack, and the fact she enjoyed being pregnant. Other than that, she was the butchiest bitch you'd ever meet.
Mandy smiled. "You're damn right. He'd take me out to do guy things with him and his boys. It was so much fun. I wanted to be just like him."
Mandy met Maddie when they were in high school. Their boyfriends were on the basketball team and they were there to cheer them on. They struck up a friendship and, one day, realized that they were more interested in each other than the guys they were dating. They became girlfriends then wives and bought a farm together.
They decided to fill that 20 acre farm with as many kids as possible. So, they had kids in pairs which they thought was a cute idea. Both got pregnant at the same time and usually delivered within a few days of each other. They did this 7 times over the course of 14 years with Mandy delivering twins twice. It was a mixture of a love for children and hint of a pregnancy fetish. Well, for Mandy, it was 50% a love for kids and 50% pregnancy fetish. She thought pregnant women were insanely hot and thought her being pregnant was insanely hot.
Mandy usually had boys (only ever having two girls) who, if her oldest were anything to go by, grew up to be the kind of guys who lumberjacked in their spare time, looked like they didn't know what a razor was, and ate raw deer meat for every meal. All but one of her kids was born at the farm and she nursed every single one for a little longer than she probably should've. She was a crunchy kind of mom but less spiritualist hippie and more "listens to country on her way to Whole Foods" kind.
Maddie had a roughly equal amount of boys and girls. Her girls were often dainty and feminine like her (except for her middle daughter who was goth) and the boys were a wide range. Jocks, nerds, goths, geeks, masculine, feminine, etc. She had most of hers at the local hospital except for two. Mandy nursed her kids, too. She was the type who could feed an entire infant daycare center and still have gallons to spare.
Gerry came by and picked the kids up in his truck. He gave his sister and his sister-in-law a kiss and let them have a much needed vacation from the kids. They collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
"I love our precious little babies," Maddie said. "But sometimes I need a few days away from them."
"Well, there's still two we have to keep around."
"True, but Joseph just sits there and make me crave peanut butter sandwiches."
"Edgar makes me horny as fuck. That and having to piss all the time."
Maddie chuckled. "You were turning me on there for a second."
Mandy pulled her close and grabbed her chin. "How about now?"
Her wife blushed and gave her a kiss. "Come to bed with me, honey. Rail me, baby."
"I'll make you scream, baby."
"Bring out Daddy. I don't want to walk for a week.
Maddie walked away seductively. She stopped and noticed that Mandy wasn't following her. She rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. "Use the bathroom first, baby."
