I heard the pitter patter of little feet two minutes before a heavy weight landed on my head and another half minute before one hit me in the chest. I lifted my arms up and around so that the little canons didn’t fall off the bed and crack their skulls.

Two minutes later I heard the waddle. “Shh, boys you’re gonna wake daddy.”

“Too late.” I cracked an eye open and watched her sit gingerly on the bed.

“Were you sick?”

“As usual.”

“And you didn’t wake me why.”

“Because I already had my hair in a ponytail. I prepared from the night before.”

“Do you think that’s all I’m doing, holding your hair while you’re sick?” I sat up and put my sons in the middle of the bed out of danger. Her belly was round as a butterball and almost as big as it was when she was carrying the twins, even though there was only one in there this time.

I didn’t need the ultrasound to tell me this one was

female, shit, everything about her screams I am woman hear me roar. With the boys she was sick for a couple months in her first trimester, with this one she’s been sick since conception and we’re hitting month nine.

With the boys her mind was still in tact, relatively, with this one she’s a raving lunatic half of each day. She cries at the drop of a hat and I’m public enemy number one.

With the boys sex was still on the table, but I respected her space and let her call the shots. With this one she wants sex on tap and I’m just a walking dick that she takes out to play with whenever, wherever, true story.

She’s sick as soon as she opens her eyes in the morning, for about half an hour and the rest of the day she’s on speed. I can’t keep up. And I love every minute of it.

After the initial shock of hearing I’m pregnant, when the boys were barely a few months old I’ve been onboard. I like pregnant Annabelle. For one I get more time with her, she relies on me more, which makes me feel all manly and shit, and she needs more cuddles.

I have no problem reassuring her that she’s beautiful because she fucking glows, so except for the moments of insanity here and there throughout the day, she’s perfect.

I’d barely gotten used to being a new dad when her pregnancy was confirmed. I thought she would freak for sure, but she took it in stride and since I was the one who got her that way in the first place, I was there every step of the way.

I didn’t pawn her off on mom or any of the other women in our lives, but stayed by her side throughout the whole thing just like I did with the first one.

Every doctor’s appointment, every crazy craving, every crying jag, I was the man. I juggled the twins and their crazy mother like a pro. That’s why I’m not pleased that she didn’t wake me when she was being sick.

“Who’s downstairs?”

“The whole gang.” I’d given into her bullshit and bought a house on the island not far from mom’s. Tony and I had put together and bought aunt Jess her own place around the corner and before we knew it Sherrie and Trevor had followed. Now we own practically the whole block.

The only one missing was Travis who had gone off to college a little after the boys were born, but he comes home every chance he gets and had promised to be here for the birth of this one.

Every morning I have a houseful of people because her due date was around the corner and everyone wanted in. Still with all the help around here, our kids won’t let anyone do shit for them except me or their mother.

Ergo the early morning wakeup call from the twins. “They been fed and watered or are they waiting for daddy to do that?”

“You know the drill. Grandma Sophie already have their oatmeal ready we’re just waiting for you.”

So why was she telling them not to wake me? Her hormones must be out of whack again. “Are you sure you’re doing okay?” She’d been rubbing her tummy the whole time we were talking with that constipated look on her face.

“I don’t…” She flew off the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom leaving me with a dilemma.

I grabbed the boys and put them on the floor, closed the bedroom door and made it into the bathroom in less than a minute.

“I’m here baby.” I held her hair which she’d let down because she thought she was out of the danger zone and talked to her calmly while she spilled her guts.

This is the only part of this shit I hate. If I could do this for her I would in a heartbeat, well this and the actual labor. That shit is all kinds of fucked up. In fact if I could sleep through this one that’ll be great, but that wouldn’t be fair.

I still have nightmares of watching my sons being born, could still hear every scream and if my career wasn’t already over I’m pretty sure what she did to my hands would’ve ended it.

People say you never remember because of the joy of having a baby, that’s true to a point. But watching the woman you love in that kind of pain is a game changer.

Had I not already promised to protect and love her for the rest of my life. To never do anything to bring her pain, that shit would’ve cinched it. Any

man who can watch his woman go through that shit and still hurt her is a certifiable asshole.

“Come on baby, let’s get you back to bed.”

“I can’t, I have to head into the city.”

“No, you don’t. The others are already there and Sherrie’s going in later.”

I lifted her and took her back to bed. “Where are the kids?” I looked around the room at her question. The little shits were nowhere to be seen. I didn’t panic, I’ve learned not to do that after the third or fourth time they pulled this stunt.

I looked under the bed, behind the bed and behind the bureaus with no luck. I heard a noise in the walk-in closet and headed in that direction. “Found them.”

They were sharing one of my belts between them. “Okay boys, let’s get you fed. The meat’s already off that one.” I lifted one bruiser under each arm which they found hilarious.

Their raucous laughter made my heart skip a beat, almost the way their mother’s still does. She was fast asleep on my pillow and the love welled up inside me so strong it almost took me to my knees.

How did I become this person? How had I become so lucky, or what great thing have I done in my life to deserve this euphoria? Some days I sit and look at them and a sudden fear hits me in the gut.

The fear of ‘what if’. What if I hadn’t stopped her that first day? What if I’d given up in the beginning when she was being such a hard ass? What if she’d walked away from me when Arlene was trying her best to break us apart?

I can’t imagine life without her, can’t picture what that would look like. And because of that I’m a whole lot over protective, over bearing and downright out of my mind, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

In the past couple of years I’ve watched her grow and though some people may find something wrong with a twenty-two year old working on baby number three, it works for us.

She’s taken to motherhood as well as she did dancing and because I stay on top of shit, she hasn’t had to lose anything, didn’t have to give up her dream to fulfill mine.

She’d aced her classes at Colombia which she

didn’t plan on using. Her school had expanded to the point that she was talking about opening another one here on the island, something I was behind one hundred percent.

We spend almost all day together everyday, something that I would’ve thought would make me nuts, but I literally break out in a cold sweat if she’s gone for more than a couple hours.

It’s the running joke among the family, my attachment issues. And everyone knows I don’t like sharing my wife with anyone but our kids.

She’s the one who reassures me while I’ve become the bitch. I’m borderline obsessive and all the way possessive and I don’t give a damn how much Tony laughs at my ass.

I love that my love makes her glow. I love that her faith in me and my love for her has allowed her to spread her wings. Because she knows that no matter what I have her back.

I do everything to assure her that I’m not going anywhere and it’s not a drag because it comes easy. This love shit is the best racket going. Because while I’m reassuring her, I’m falling more in love

with her.

Sometimes I can’t believe my life. I watch the three of them together, and think, that’s mine. Even when my kids are being a handful I embrace that shit because those little people are depending on their mother and I for every damn thing.

When I’m up with them because they’re sick and their mom is too tired to lift her head, my heart aches for my little guys and I want to take away the fever or sore gums or whatever.

It’s things like that that make me detest her father even more. To think that he’d once had that and gave it all away for someone that left him not long after I first met him.

The more time I spend with my wife and kids the harder it is for me to imagine life without them. I can’t see me living with some other woman and seeing my kids on the weekends and shit.

Or some other guy knowing her the way I do. I’d commit murder if that shit ever happened. Funnily enough, the more I hate her father, the more reassured of us she is, weird. But that’s how my baby’s mind works.

He’s still trying to get back in his kids’ good graces but neither of them want anything to do with him. I stand in front of that shit and make sure he never touches her or Travis. She doesn’t even know the half of it.

Once I was sure that she really didn’t want anything to do with him, that it wasn’t just a passing phase, I never let him anywhere near my family.

And once I realized that she was more upset with the fact that she’d once loved him and he’d destroyed her mother I’d helped her work that shit out in her head.

She had to learn how to separate the father from the husband. Though as far as I’m concerned if he was any kind of father he wouldn’t have turned out to be such an asshole husband.

I taught her that she didn’t have to forgive him since he didn’t ask for forgiveness, but she had to learn how to come to terms with it for her own sake.

Now I’m trying to be the kind of man that my kids can grow up and respect, and I do that by showing their mother love. My boys grow up to be assholes I’d disown them.

But so far we’re off to a good start and I don’t see us going off the rails. If I can survive two pregnancies and all that shit entails I don’t see anything making me leave her side.

And if she can put up with me on top of her ass all the time, literally and figuratively I don’t think she’ll lose her mind either. The fact that she knows she’s not allowed to leave me ever is just a bonus.

After one last look to make sure she was comfortable I crept out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

My niece saw me and came running on her little spindly legs. “Unca Max, unca Max.” She held up her arms to be picked up and I shifted the boys to one arm and lifted her with the other.

I have a pretty good idea what life with a daughter is going to be like because of my niece. I don’t know how things are going to be when she comes because this one is already jealous as hell of the boys.

I took the three of them to their special table with the seats attached and belted them in. “Morning everybody.”

“Morning son, Anna went back to bed?”

“Yep.”

“Poor little thing. She was talking about going into the city but I don’t think that’s a good idea, her belly looks like it dropped even more since last night.”

Same thing I’m thinking. If she’d let Tony drive her all the time I wouldn’t worry so much, but she says driving is about the only independence she has left, whatever the hell that means.

I get jock sweat each time she leaves the house and now that her belly touches the steering wheel it takes everything out of me not to follow her.

I played airplane with the kids to their delight until the oatmeal was gone and I was left with three heavy loads. Sherrie took Audrey to one of the spare rooms to take care of her and I headed up to the nursery with mine.

We had fun messing with daddy while he changed diapers, peeing at the most inopportune moment and laughing their asses off. I try not to laugh when they do that shit because my boys are hams. They’ll think the shit is funny and do it all the time, something their mom does not find cute in the least.

When they were clean powdered and changed their grandmother the baby hog was there to grab them. “Jess and I are going to take the kids down the street to the playground.”

I don’t know why since we had all that shit in the backyard, but who am I to tell her that shit? Sherrie left right behind them and I made my way back upstairs.

She was coming awake when I crawled in behind her. “It’s too quiet where are the terrors?”

“Mom and aunt Jess took them to the park around the corner.”

I nuzzled her cheek while lying behind her. “Um, we’ve got about an hour.” Her hand reached back for my dick and squeezed. “Ooh, nice and hard.” I know what that means. Time to plug her.

“Do you need the pillow?” I was already losing my sweats. “Nope, just hold my leg.” She lifted her leg up and back and I held it as I slid down lower,

lining my cock up with her pregnant pussy.

“Wait, do you want my mouth?” I nosed around her opening with my dick, already leaking pre-cum.

“Not enough time. Just get in there and do your thing.” See, dick on legs.

I slid in and held, pulsing cock juice into her as her pussy clutched at me. See this is why I plan to keep her pregnant every chance I get. Her pussy feels like a whole other place when she’s with child.

It’s hotter, softer, silkier, not that it’s not all those things usually, but pregnancy tends to amp that shit up a whole lot. Which means I’m damn near ready to shoot off inside her as soon as I get in, but with my luck that’s when she wants to have marathon sex, like now.

I’m more afraid of hurting the kid than she is, so I took my time, sliding in and out of her nice and slow, trying not to go too deep. When she lifted her leg higher and pushed her ass back harder I knew that wasn’t working for her.

“Max.” That whine, if she wasn’t already bred that’d get her nailed. “What baby?”

“Go deeper.” I held her tummy in my hand and gave her what she wanted but it was still not enough apparently.

“Help me up…but don’t pull out.” I helped her roll onto her hands and knees and pulled the pillow under her with her ass in the air. “You good?” Sex in the Carrington house. It’s like an eighties exercise vid.

“She nodded her head and wiggled her ass which I have to say isn’t much bigger than when she’s not pregnant. Her tiny ass is just a tummy on legs, cute as a button.

I ran my hand down her back to her hip and slid out, watching my cock covered in pussy cream before gliding back into her. From the happy noises she was making I guess I was hitting the spot.

I had to grit my teeth and lock my knees to keep from cumming because I didn’t want to get bitched out for cumming too soon.

That’s another thing, she loses all shyness during pregnancy, it’s like the gloves come off and I become a ‘yes man’ for those ten months; nine my ass.

“Whoa baby did your water break or…”

“Nuh-uh, I was having a nice dream about you before you came in so I’m already halfway there.” Is there any wonder I love her? I fucked her greedy ass to three orgasms before I was allowed to cum.

My balls were already screaming at me and just on the verge of pleasure pain when she tightened up for the last time and begged me to cum inside her.

We stayed locked together until she grew uncomfortable and pulled off my dick. She checked her watch, “We got fifteen minutes left.” She rushed as fast as she could in her condition to the bathroom and I followed her into the shower.

I soaped her up and rinsed her off, taking care of her feet that she hadn’t seen in months, before taking care of myself. When she hung around in the shower to wait for me I knew she wanted something. I was right.

“What do you want little girl?” Now she was being shy and shit. I had to learn sign language to figure out what the hell she was after. “Okay hang on.”

I helped her lean back against the wall and got down on my knees to lift her leg around my neck to open her up with my tongue.

She went to her happy place a couple more times and took pity on me and let me have her again. By the time I dragged her out of the shower she was dragging ass, another side effect of carrying my daughter, she makes mommy sleep a lot.

I put her back to bed and got back downstairs in time to meet the others on their way back. My boys were dragging ass, drooling and covered in cookie crumbs and dirt. Grandma’s happy hour.

“I’ll help you put them down and then I’ve gotta run. Anna’s out of her favorite ice cream.”

“Thanks momma.” We can’t have that shit, not unless I want to hold my wife through an hour and a half of crying while she tells me everything that’s wrong in the world. Damn!

I cleaned the boys up and put them down in their crib. I stood over them as they got into position. It’s freaky, they sleep in the same pose I’d seen on the ultrasound screen when they were in the womb.

Arms and legs locked together in some weird convoluted thing that only the two of them understood. I don’t know what’s gonna happen when they’re old enough to sleep in their own beds.

I touched their little heads before leaving the room and headed down to my office to get some work done.

Two hours later the house was alive with laughing little boys and a refreshed wife who looked like she got her second wind. It’s the same routine everyday, except those days when she do drive into the city.

The four of us were on the bed playing around when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” My kids flew off the bed when they saw their uncle standing there.

“Travis, you’re early, we weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.” She moved to get up off the bed. “Stay there I’ll come to you.” He picked the boys up the same way I do which started another round of laughter and made his way over to the bed.

The kid was still growing, at nineteen he was all man with the facial hair to prove it. His bond with his sister has only grown over time and my kids love him like crazy.

He’d grown a lot in the past few years and I’m proud to say I had a hand in shaping the man he’s shaping up to be. When he’s home he spends time between us and mom’s because he says we have a houseful and she’s all alone.

“I finished up early and decided to just head home.”

“What’s that look?”

“What look sis?” She was right, he had a look about him.

“The one on your face, like you have something on your mind. What gives?”

“I met a girl.”