Heaven’s Gate
8 Trying
I WAS ALL PREPARED to celebrate TK’s twenty-first birthday that night. I figured she would want something riotous. I was surprised to find Doreen, Rhiannon, and Sandy joining me in the master suite. Matthew was spending the night with Casa de los Caballos and C-Rae was in the crib in the suite.
“What is going on?” I asked. “Not that I don’t love having my hearthmates and cónyuge with me.”
“We’re giving TK her birthday present,” Rhiannon giggled. “With luck she won’t be able to walk for the rest of the weekend.”
“Or talk, more than likely,” Sandy added.
“With Doug?” I asked.
“And George,” Doreen said. “She’ll be spit roasted, dp’d, and God! She might manage to cram both of them into her hot little twat at the same time.”
“Ow!” I said.
“We, on the other hand, are sweet, calm and reserved girls who would rather do each other,” Rhiannon said. “While you are doing each of us.”
“Rhiannon? You’re not implying anything there that I should know about, are you?” I asked. She sighed.
“Doug told me I could,” she said. “And I’d like to. But I just don’t have it in me. I mean want it in me,” she giggled. “There. Yet. I do, however, want to be loved by you, Brian. It’s just that… Well, I’m not protected anymore and I don’t want to risk having that too close to the opening until I know Doug has managed to fertilize my little egg.”
“You’re trying to get pregnant?”
“Oh yeah! Six months and I have my degree. As soon as I have my degree, we have a wedding. Hopefully, by that time the baby will be in the home stretch.”
“You have no idea how he’s going to stretch you,” Doreen laughed. “And, Brian, remember that you need a condom with me or I’ll be pregnant with our third. I won’t be on birth control again until C-Rae is weaned.”
“I’d go bareback with you,” Sandy said, “but I know the house rules. Someday, Brian.”
“Don’t forget, honey, everything changes when I get my degree. We’ve been so careful ever since we moved here, but in every way you are our novia,” Rhiannon said. “You will get your thread at the same time that I get my wedding band. I love you and I have since that first summer we came to the ranch.”
“I love you, Rhiannon. I love you, Doreen. And don’t forget, Brian, even though we just fool around once in a while, I love you, too. But Doug, Doreen, and Rhiannon are special,” Sandy said.
We spent the night in just about every position a man can get into with three women. And when I could no longer get in position, the three women had a couple more to try.
“So I’m betting that it’s Doug and George who can’t walk this morning instead of TK. She wouldn’t surprise me if she made the circuit around the whole ranch this morning,” I laughed. I was making bread and pausing every couple of minutes to plant another kiss on C-Rae’s head as she lay against my chest in the Snugli. I’d taken her to Doreen’s boob banquet when she fussed this morning. After she’d eaten her fill, I changed her. She seemed bright and alert, so instead of putting her back to bed, I put her in the little chest carrier and we went to bake bread.
“Want to trade babies for a while?” Hannah asked. I turned and saw she had Xan cuddled up the same way.
“Bread needs to sit for a while. Why don’t we all four go cuddle in the big chair,” I suggested. As soon as we were in position, the carriers were discarded and the babies were frogging on our chests. Xan’s little hand touched C-Rae’s and the younger baby gripped it automatically. We pulled a light blanket over us and went to sleep.
Tuesday another baby joined the clan. Robyn gave birth to a lively ten-pound girl, Sarah Michele Hopkins. When I saw her, it was amazing. She was almost as big as little Xan already!
“Wow, Robyn! Congratulations,” I said when I went over to visit. “You really aren’t that big a woman. How did you manage to get this little monster out of you?”
“It was nothing,” she said. “I managed to get Geoff in.” Way too much information!
But as chubby and round as Sarah was, she was also as sweet as the day was long. She was bubbling and gurgling almost as soon as she was born. What a happy baby! Dr. Jan, our pediatrician, came out and did a full exam on both baby and mother, pronouncing them both healthy.
“Who’s next?” Jan asked me when I saw her after the exam.
“Well, come over and look at Xan and C-Rae,” I said. “They love their doctor.”
“I should look in on Leslie and Leann, too,” she said. “As long as I’m out here, I should check all the babies.”
“I’ll call all the moms and I’m sure there will be a parade at the big house soon.”
“Any more on the way?” she asked. I sighed.
“We’re working on it. It somehow hasn’t seemed to take yet.”
“It’s not supposed to be work, Brian,” the doctor said, stopping me. “It’s supposed to be fun. Don’t focus on the result. Focus on the process.”
We went through a week of Liz frantically pounding me every chance we got. It was her fertile time as we approached Thanksgiving and she was determined that this would do it. I was all for it and tried to slow her down a little, so we could just enjoy each other, but Liz was becoming desperate. Just seeing Robyn’s baby had set her off again and there was nothing either Nikki or I could do to settle her down. Dani did her best to wrap Liz in a hug, but even that was rejected. Liz wanted a baby.
It came near to ruining Thanksgiving as Liz was becoming testy and short-tempered. I was glad we’d all decided to keep the holiday lowkey, though just sitting with my family for Thanksgiving dinner was a major undertaking.
I don’t understand, sweetheart. Liz wants this so badly and I want to give it to her. I think I’m doing it right. It’s always worked before. Dr. Jan thinks we’re trying too hard. She suggested that we make an appointment at a fertility clinic after the first of the year to make sure everything is functioning correctly. I just… I love her so much. But sex isn’t even enjoyable at the moment. I don’t even think she’s turned on half the time. She just wants me in and coming.
I worry that this could tear us apart if we aren’t successful. Baby or no baby, I don’t want to lose Liz.
I’ve got to find a way to regain her love.
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