Okay. This is it! At last! I know it's 15k words, but that's just the way it ended. Thanks to everyone who has been along for this. I hope it's been worthwhile, if even for bits. My thanks, as always, to Kenji for his editing. I'm sure he's not going to miss me, but one never knows!
Chapter 103
May
As Emily's belly swelled, so did our closeness. Don't get me wrong, we had our 'problems', and occasional blow-ups, but we always talked them through, our Sunday evening talks still strong. I had booked Chrissie and Emily a weekly, two-hour spa treatment, wanting both of them to enjoy the alone time, and pamper them a bit. Every so often, they relented to the pouting Chloe, and brought her along to join the 'big girls'.
David and I would go on the river, his prowess improving weekly. We were undoubtedly enjoying our days out. We'd stop off at our regular riverside pub, and have lunch, then paddle our way back. We did a lot of talking out on the water, the peace conducive to connecting. He was twelve now, and inquisitive. He would turn himself around to face me, and we'd talk. Then, one day, the question I knew would come one day finally raised its head.
We sat there bobbing about, the current taking us where it wanted, and he asked me, "Dad...why do I have two moms? I don't mind, really, I don't, but...how did it all happen?" he asked.
Fuck! Fuckity. Fuck.
It was a long talk, and he listened as I attempted to explain relationships and people's emotions. I did assure him that as long as two people were honest, consenting and willing, nothing was impossible. I tried not to use the end-of-conversation cliche, 'I'll explain when you're older'. He deserved more than that, but I honestly talked with him about his mother and me, not telling him of our familial connection. I knew that would have to be addressed one day, but not at twelve. I touched on his mother's relationship with Emily, and on the circumstances, careful not to denigrate his dead father.
"At the end of the day, we fell in love. We know it's different, but it works for us, and that's what's important. We care for, and trust one another. Our setup doesn't work for everyone, but that doesn't mean it's not right or valid. We're happy, and want you and Chloe to be happy. We are concerned that our family setup won't affect either of you. Hey, all kids are embarrassed by their parents. We get that, but you may have situations where people will pick on you about it. Screw 'em, David. Just know that you are probably loved more than any of them, okay?"
He seemed pleased with my honesty and openness, surprised that I didn't 'fob him off' as many parents would. If he was eighteen, the talk would have been so much different. He gave me a hug, turned around, and we paddled.
I talked with him about school, and what his strengths and weaknesses were. I already had a pretty good idea from our Parent/Teacher meetings, but I wanted to hear it from him. For a twelve-year-old, he was pretty level-headed.
"Can I give you some advice? Tell me to bugger off if you want, but..." I asked, smiling. "Never be afraid of making mistakes, okay? Too many people do. Don't
waste
your mistakes, you know.
Hopefully, you'll learn more from them than from your successes," I said.
"Hmm, I never thought of it that way, dad. Yeah. That makes sense," he smiled.
As the weeks, then months, went on, Emily had this beautiful New-Age, Earth Mother thing going on. She started maternity leave in March, so she indulged herself in cooking, reading, preparing for the birth, and caring for the kids, and us! She and Chloe would stroll about the garden barefoot, or in their matching crocs, and work on their plans. She had bought Chloe a cute pair of gardening dungarees, and a headscarf. She looked like she was born to this and finished off the look with her own gardening tools. Chrissie and I would watch them from the dining area, Emily waddling about by now, and just chuckle. They had ordered a mature willow tree, which was due to be planted this week. I had suggested the willow, as it was one of Ems's favourite trees in her garden back in Chicago.
Chrissie had been talking with Richard and Tilly, Emily's parents, and had arranged for them to be here for the birth. They would stay in the unused annexe, and be with their daughter. It was a nice touch on Chrissie's part. They would arrive on Saturday, so there was a mad rush to get the annexe sorted.
The day of the scan finally arrived. Now, to determine what the heck was growing inside her! We could feel each other tremble with excitement, and trepidation. We had opted for private care, not that there was anything wrong with the health system here, but because we were more or less open about our lifestyle, there would be fewer questions raised. Dr. Bertrand, our middle-aged obstetrician, was excellent. She and Emily had developed a close relationship over the months, the trust between the two evident. She explained what and how the morning would go, and proceeded to slather up Emily's stomach. We heard the pulsing heartbeat and looked at each other, our hands clasped tightly together. She moved the ultrasound around her stomach. The otherworldly shape of a tiny human was peacefully floating. We all seemed to hold our collective breaths 'til Caroline announced, "You three have a healthy baby girl on the way!" she smiled, pointing out arms and legs.
Chrissie leant over, the tears beginning already, and kissed Ems. I leaned down, sans tears, kissed her and whispered, "Well done, darling."
"Well done you, Tom!" she chuckled.
"Another girl, eh?" I chuckled at Chrissie, and kissed her.
We all just kept looking at the figure on the screen, so enthralled at the hopes, and responsibility we were taking on. She printed out copies for us, did a few other diagnostic tests, wiped Ems's stomach down, and that was it.
So, we finally found out that we were having a girl. We told the kids at dinner. David didn't look too excited, hoping he'd have a brother, but embraced his new sister, nonetheless. Chloe was beyond happy. Now came the naming part. Everyone had their own ideas, so we made this a family decision.
We threw out different names, from Lily, and Ellie to the very French, Elodie. On my search for names, I discovered that Chloe was derived from the French, meaning 'young, green shoot' or 'blooming'. Chrissie and Emily smiled on hearing this.
"Maybe she is destined for gardening?" Emily chuckled.
Emily was leaning towards Margaret, after her grandmother. Chloe finally suggested, "What about Maggie?" We all just looked at her, Emily smiling brightly.
"That's perfect," Emily sighed, and hugged her.
Maggie, it was then! Emily insisted that all our names be entered on her birth certificate. She was to be legally known as, Maggie Foster Madden Lawrence. Quite a mouthful, and we were touched beyond words. Chrissie wasn't particularly enamoured with having her ex's name on the certificate. Still, Emily rightly explained that she was thinking of David and Chloe. She hugged Emily with a little, "Sorry."
As Emily's stomach grew, so did our desire for her. She just exuded this new, wholesome sexiness. Warm in bed after another long day, we'd lavish her belly, and breasts, with oils, our kisses relaxing, and stirring her. Sometimes we'd have sex, other times, just enjoying the glow of taking care of the mother of our child. When we did make love to her, it was slow, tender, and filled with frenzied orgasms.
At times, we would blindfold Ems, wanting her to only concentrate on our touches. Chrissie would take one foot, I the other, and we'd perhaps spend two hours teasing and massaging our wife. Emily had multiple little orgasms as we'd touch, suck and kiss her bountiful body. We would shower her pussy with the attention it deserved—our tongues, tasting, prodding, filling, and licking her. Her little cries of glory made us smile. I would run my tongue through her wet labia, turn to Chrissie, and kiss her, Ems's juices slowly being swallowed by Chrissie. Our tongues traded lashes on her clit, the difference so noticeable to Ems, who laid there like a good girl and took it.
Our bodies moved up hers, our hands always touching. Chrissie and I would smile when Maggie would kick her legs, her growing body moving around, and enjoying the stimulation. We'd smile at each other, and kiss whatever part of her little body was sticking up. Chrissie moved down, and licked her smooth pussy, whilst I moved my head up, and sucked her nipples. I massaged her full breasts, the oil leaving a delightful sheen. I squeezed and rubbed my face over them, eagerly waiting for a trickle of her mother's milk. Emily tenderly rubbed her fingers through my hair, moaning her guttural mantra. "Ohhh...Tom...that's...you're such a..." she cried, but didn't push my head away. I licked her tight nipples, and sucked, the unmistakable taste of her milk dribbling from the teat. Fuck, she tasted delicious. One hand swept over Ems's full belly, and I sucked, as our daughter would soon. She could feel herself lactating, and pushed her tit into my mouth further. From the sounds of it, Chrissie was doing a wonderful job of pleasuring her pussy. What a good girl, hmm?
I gathered a mouthful of her sweetish milk, and let it drip from my mouth onto her stomach, the chalky fluid pooling, then dripping down the plump swell. I leaned over, and drew in the abandoned nipple, slowly sucking 'til the flow began, then eagerly drawing her thin milk in. I gathered another mouthful, moved up to her mouth, and let it drip onto Ems's face, her body now quivering with a loud orgasm. I leaned down and kissed her, my mouth tasting the opaque juice. I could hear Chrissie pleasuring her, her face covered in her sap. I kneeled up, as my hands swept over her bump, and collected remnants of oil. I slid my hand along my hard cock, and stroked myself. Emily had pushed Chrissie's head away, and ripped her blindfold off, seeing me jerking my cock over her stomach. She only gasped, trying to catch her breath. I could faintly hear Chrissie groan, "Cum on her, darling," precisely what I had in mind. I had one hand stroking my slick, stiff shaft, and the other pinching her nipple. Chrissie's hands caressed my thigh, urging me to cover her. I looked into Emily's eyes. Her desire and love shook me, as I felt the delicious tingle in my balls, my body stiffening. As I closed my eyes, my thick sperm shot out, leaving trails of my viscous cum splattered across her belly. I pumped my dick again, my cum gushing, lewdly splashing, and dripping down her fruitful mound. Emily's hand came to my cock, her fingers playing with the coated syrup. She helped stroke me, the final spurt emptied on her.
Chrissie crawled up to one side of her, and I slid down on the other. I wiped my hand across her stomach, and rubbed my cum into her, as if by some osmosis it would seep into her. I brought my hand to her hair, and swept it through, my spent cum sticking to it.
