Caitlin

“You guys are gonna start confusing me for a polar bear here soon.” I rub my hands over my very round belly self-consciously.

“Are you kidding? You’ve never looked sexier.” Razor joins me by the sink and hugs me from behind.

“Yeah, you’ve gotta say that.”

“Nope, he’s right,” Ace chimes in. He finishes stoking the fire and walks over to us. He hugs me from the front and I close my eyes as I enjoy the sensation of being pressed between them. Even if my beach ball belly is keeping Ace at an arms length.

“You guys are just being nice because I’m pregnant with your twins,” I pout. I’m not just saying this for compliments. I don’t want false praise. The truth is, I never did feel sexier than the first five months of this pregnancy.

Knowing that I’ve been growing two children from the men I’ve chosen to spend the rest of my life with, it made me wake up everyday with a smile. However, in the last two months, my stomach has grown so big I feel self-conscious. I knew logically that with twins this would happen. But, since when is pregnancy logical?

“Caitlin, we can barely keep our hands off you. You know that.” Ace brushes my hair from my face and stares into my eyes.

“In fact, since we’re all here, how about we show you just how fucking sexy you are right now,” Razor murmurs in my ear. His warm tongue drags a trail down over my neck.

“There’s nothing sexier than knowing a woman is carrying your baby. The fact that you’ve got two in there just makes you twice as irresistible.” Ace leans forward and presses his forehead to mine. “I’m with Razor, I can stand here and tell you how much I want you until I’m blue in the face, but that will only make me blue in the balls,” he laughs. “How about we show you?”

Razor’s hands travel down my sides and rest on my hips while he kisses my neck. Ace cups my face gently and blankets my lips with a sensual, slow kiss. One thing that’s changed since my belly popped is the guys are much more tender with me now. I never really understood what it meant to make love until I was so lovingly shared by them.

I sigh and let my eyelids flutter closed. A buzz begins to build inside me as I surrender to the simple pleasure of being loved by both of them. I open my mouth, surrendering to Ace’s kiss and grind my ass back into Razor.

I’ll say one thing, it can be easy to brush off the compliments and reassurances of one man. But when there are two of them earnestly looking you in the eyes and telling you from the heart how much they love you, how beautiful you are, and how much you’ve made their lives better, well, that’s a lot harder to ignore.

Speaking of hard to ignore, the familiar girth of their steely cocks pressing into my pussy and my ass is damned near impossible to ignore.

“Ohhh,” I moan. The guys let their hands roam over me until I can’t tell who is touching me where, I’m just lost in the beauty of being so loved.

Suddenly my stomach twists tight and a shudder of pain shoots through me. “Oh!” I gasp loudly.

“Mmm, you make me so fucking hard,” Razor whispers.

I breathe in sharp and my face contorts with the pain. “Oh God,” I moan.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Razor stops and steps back from me.

“Are you okay?” Ace immediately drops his hands and searches my face for a clue about what is going on.

“I… I don’t know,” I struggle to catch my breath. The pain is so instant and so intense. I can’t even process what’s happening to my body. One second ago it was surrendering to pleasure and now I feel like my back is being stabbed by a hot dagger and my stomach is convulsing.

Whoosh! Splash!

“Oh fuck,” Ace is the first to speak as we all stare at the puddle at our feet. My water just broke. There’s no question that’s what’s going on here.

“No, no, no!” I start hyperventilating. “It’s too early! It’s two months until my due date,” panic grips my heart like a tree being seized as it’s covered in an ice storm.

Is your first pregnancy usually late? I’ve always heard horror stories of women being in labor for three days before finally giving birth. This is happening too fast and too soon. Tears streak over my face, blurring my vision and I struggle to catch my breath.

“Shit,” Razor steps around me and places his hand on my belly. A tidal wave of agony washes over me, shaking my body with little tremors. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to keep them open, unable to do anything other than suffer. I can’t even remember how I’m supposed to breathe. Those tips and tricks all disappear from my mind as my entire being seems to fight one thing and one thing only: pain.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. I wail as I realize two things, the first is that I’m having these babies early. The second is that I’m powerless.

“Ace, get on the radio. We need a chopper out here now! She needs to get to the hospital,” Razor barks his command.

Ace disappears from my vision and then all I can see is Razor, that is, when I can keep my eyes open for more than one second.

“Caitlin, babe, can you come into the living room with me?”

I bite my lip and nod. The gut twisting torture seems to have passed, for now. I take a wobbly step forward and another wave begins to build up.

“It’s happening again,” I barely whisper the words.

Trying to speak is a real effort. The acute stabbing sensation in my belly steals my breath from my lungs and leaves me weak. I cling onto Razor and he holds me tight.

“Breathe through it Caitlin, come on sweetheart,” he coaches me. But it’s no use. I’m a prisoner of the slicing, convulsing agony passing through me.

Somewhere in the background I can hear Ace trying to call for help. I know this cabin like the back of my hand now. I know that he’s not far from me, but he sounds like he’s underwater a mile away. All I can hear is a shrieking noise that’s overpowering every other sound. It takes me a second to realize that sound is me.

Razor lifts me from my feet and carries me into the living room. Ace is suddenly by my side again, together they manage to put a blanket on the floor and ease me onto it. Between the two of them, they get my pants peeled off and toss my underwear aside. I’m half naked, lying next to the fire with the two men I love. That’s exactly where I wanted to be and who I intended to be there with, but this is the opposite of my plan.

“Her contractions are strong, they’re coming fast and furious now. There’s no way the helo will be here in time,” Razor informs Ace. “We’re going to have to deliver these twins.”

“Shit, really?” Ace answers.

“No, no, just keep them inside me until they get me to Fairbanks,” I protest. “They’re too early, what if something terrible happens,” I sob. Snot runs down my face and makes it even harder to breathe. “What if… what if they die?” I can barely speak the word. I’m so afraid that even thinking it will make it come true.

“Don’t talk like that,” Razor hushes me.

“He’s right. You’re in good hands Caitlin. Razor is a trained SEAL medic, remember? He’s not going to let anything bad happen to you or the babies.”

“Oh yeah? How many fucking deliveries did you do out in Afghanistan, huh? This isn’t like plugging a bullet hole. This is our kids!” I can feel the panic come back.

It doesn’t help that I see the guys give each other a silent look. One of those looks they give where they’re talking to each other without moving their lips. I know what that means, they’re just as worried as I am.

I don’t have time to think about it though because another contraction rolls over me. It’s so intense it almost knocks the air out of my lungs. I can feel Razor’s hand on my mound and it sounds like he’s almost talking in a far off dream when he tells Ace to gather a bunch of stuff. I hear the words, “crowning,” and “push,” but they don’t register. I think I’m going into shock.

Somehow I get through the pain and my senses return. I can open my eyes again, and through the tears, I see the guys. They look as worried as I feel.

“Listen,” Razor makes me focus on him, “these babies are coming now. If you try to stop it that could really kill them. Caitlin, believe in me and believe in yourself, okay? Believe that we can do this together.”

“I know you can do this, babe.” Ace runs his hand over my hair. “You’re the toughest lady I know. You’ve got this,” he reassures me.

“When the next contraction hits, I want you to take a deep breath, hold it and push as hard as you can. Then let it go. Got it?” Razor directs me.

I nod.

Just as another wave of torment hits me. At first I twist up my face and cry, but somehow, I remember what Razor told me to do. Ace slips his hand in mine and I clench down on it with all my might as I hold my breath and push. I feel like I’m being sliced open, but still I push.

“The head’s out!” Razor yells. “Okay, Caitlin, you’re doing amazing. You’re the strongest person in this room. I’m so proud of you,” he cheers me on. “On the next contraction, you need to do this again. I think if I can get the shoulders out, then the first twin will be out.”

Sweat drips down my face and mixes with my tears and snot. I couldn’t care less. It feels like it was only a few seconds ago that I was worried the guys didn’t find me attractive anymore. Now, I’m a hot mess and I couldn’t care less.

Another contraction. This one is just as painful as the rest, but I get my game face on quicker and push as hard as I can manage. I can feel the baby slide free. Ace moves down from my side and holds it as Razor guides me to keep pushing. I give it everything. All my might, but I’m so tired. So very exhausted.

“Good,” Razor smiles up at me. “We’ve got a little girl here, Caitlin. She’s doing fine, hear her cry?”

I nod. I never thought hearing the subdued cries of a newborn could make me so happy.

“She’s beautiful,” Ace marvels.

“What did I say? You’ve got this. You’re almost done, okay? One more to go. Give it everything Caitlin,” Razor coaches.

When the next twisting, hellish pain hits, that’s what I do. I give it my all. I grunt and writhe as I push my hardest. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. All I want to do is get my baby out safe.

And then, I hear it. I hear both my babies crying. They wail almost as loudly as I do. The three of us crying.

“It’s a boy,” Ace cries out.

“Give them to me,” I hold out my arms and sob.

Razor helps me deliver the afterbirth and Ace gently pulls my top up. Luckily I have no bra on, so the babies are led to my breasts and both latch on. It’s painful as they find their way around my tender nipples, but it’s beautiful.

Ace slides up to my side and Razor joins me on the other side.

“You did it,” Ace marvels.

“You’re amazing,” Razor kisses my forehead.

“I love you both,” I look up at my men and then down at my newborn babies, “and I love you both, too.”

For a moment, everything is perfection. The five of us are surrounded by silence and cocooned in love. I feel like no matter what happens in this world, no matter where this windy path of life leads us, we’ll be okay. We’ll be more than okay, as long as we all have each other.

I hear the distinct whir of the helicopter landing and in a moment, the silence is broken. Chaos breaks back out as the medics lift me onto a stretcher and get my brand new babies and me safely inside. The guys jump in as well and before I know it, we’re taking off in the air.

Even though I’m still scared about how early the babies are, I feel a calm wash over me. Somehow, I know it’s going to be okay. Somehow we’ll make it through. As long as I have my guys and my babies, I’ll never need anything else.