Baby Makes Five (A Multiple Birth Book 1) Page 7

  “Wow, this is beautiful,” she said, touched at the effort he has put into it.

  “I wanted to do something just for you. I hope you like it,” he said suddenly unsure. That wasn’t the confident man she knew.

  “I love it. It’s perfect.”

  “Good. Now I get to undress you.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  He kissed her lips then backed away.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked softly taking off first her top then her skirt. He left her standing exposed in her red lace bra and matching thong. He inhaled deeply. She wanted to cover herself but did not.

  “Yes,” she answered softly.

  He seemed to inhale at her answer. She wasn’t sure why. He unclasped her bra and kneeled to take the thong off. He then led her to the tub and helped her into the warm soapy water. He released the two clips that were holding her hair together and threw them on the closed toilet seat.

  “Is this peach bubble bath?” she asked looking at him.

  “Yes, I remembered you saying it was your favourite.”

  “It is, aren’t you going to join me?”

  “No,” he said running his hand through her hair gently massaging her scalp.

  “That feels good,” she moaned.

  “Put your head back,” he said, grabbing the pitcher of water from the floor and wet her hair before adding a generous amount of shampoo. He washed her hair massaging her scalp with his strong fingers. She moaned again in pleasure.

  “She groaned in pleasure, don’t stop,” she said eyes closed lips curved into a satisfied smile.

  “Happy to oblige,” he said hoarsely.

  He rinsed the shampoo from her hair and repeated the process again with conditioner. When he finally rinsed her hair, he got her to sit up and then towel dry her curls.

  “Thank you that felt great. Now are you going to join me?”

  “No, now I bathe you,” he took a soft sponge from the foot of the tub and wet it. He gently leans her forward so he can wash from the nape of her neck all the way down her back. He leaned her back and started to wash her neck moving the sponge slowly and teasingly between her breasts, before washing each, in turn, making an effort to tantalize her nipples.

  “Why are you torturing me? Do you want me to beg you to make love to me?” she asked desperately.

  “No, no begging,” he said moving the sponge down her stomach pausing between her thighs. He dropped the sponge then used his hand to wash her vagina before inserting two fingers inside her. She buckled with excitement as his fingers played within her pulling his hand closer. He abruptly moved his hand away, and she whimpered at the loss of contact.

  “Time to dry off,” he said holding a towel for her.

  She looked at him wondering if he was just going to leave her like that unsatisfied. She carefully stood then stepped into his fluffy embrace. He lifted her from the tub and sat her on the face basin.

  “Close your eyes,” he commands.

  “what…”

  “Trust me.”

  She closed her eyes and felt silk against her skin. He blindfolded her. The towel drop around her hips and she felt his hands on her thighs pulling her closer to him. She felt the bulge of his erection and pushed against him. He broke contact and pulled her close to the edge of the sink. She stiffened.

  “I won’t let you fall,” he reassures her, and she relaxed.

  He kneeled between her legs and kissed her thighs. He stroke her clitoris and she shudders at his touch.

  “Easy.”

  “Hurry,” she said in return.

  “Patience.”

  She laughed. He blew on her clit then took a taste of her. He stroked her with his tongue playfully, skillfully inserting a finger into her. He draped her legs over his shoulders pulling her closer. His tongue worked its magic like a wand. He pleasured her with his mouth while stroking her as he did so. He worked as if he was strumming a guitar within her. He added another finger and found her G-spot.

  She climaxed purring like a satisfied cat. She sagged against him her feet hanging limp. She took the blindfold off and looked at him where he was still kneeling.

  “What about you?”

  “I’ll be fine with a shower; you, on the other hand, need to get dry before you catch a cold.” He stood dried her off and pulled one of his T-shirts over her head, before carrying he to the bed and tucking her in.

  “Ash—”

  “Go to sleep Miah.” He kissed her forehead, and she did as he asked.

  In the middle of the night, their bodies found each other, and they made frantic love throughout the night as if their lives depended on it. Going slow then fast deep and shallow until they exhausted their bodies in their lovemaking. Afterward, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  It was around seven fifteen when Miah woke to warm fluid running down her legs. At first, she thought she was peeing herself but smell the metallic scent of blood. She inhaled sharply and almost threw up. She sat up trying not to wake the man beside her. She walked carefully to the washroom, turned the light on and looked down her leg. She was bleeding. She panicked. She couldn’t lose the babies.

  Paralyzed at the sight, she felt as if her world was crashing down around her.

  “Ash!” she screamed lightheaded. Blood was never something she was good at dealing with.

  “Miah,” he called rushing to the bathroom.

  “I think I am having a miscarriage,” she said before darkness enveloped her. She needed to stop fainting was her last thought.

  He caught her before she hit the ground.

  He lifted her up and carried her to the bed and went back for a cold, wet cloth to wipe her face.

  “Come on sweetheart wake up,” he said, grabbing his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when she moaned.

  “Easy,” he said as she opened her eyes.

  Her hands flew to her stomach automatically, “the babies.”

  “I am calling the doctor now to see if she can see us earlier just stay there,” he said dialing the phone.

  “I need a shower,” she said as she watched him on the phone with their OB.

  She didn’t wait for his reply but got up and went to the washroom turning on the shower. She needed to wash the blood away from her. She stepped under the shower, just as he entered the room.

  “What do you think you are doing? Doctor Sand said to come in right away.”

  “I am not going, looking and smelling like this. I need to wash this off, where are my clothes?”

  “On the chair next to the bed, I washed them last night. Let me help you,” he said stepping into the shower with his pajama bottoms still on.

  “I can take a shower by myself,” she said looking at the blood washed down the drain.

  “I know you can. I just want to help,” he said in frustration.

  “I’m done now; I’ll go and get dressed while you finish off,” she grabbed the towel from the rack and walked across the room. She had just finished dressing when he came in.

  “I’ll only be a few minutes.”

  “Okay. I am not bleeding as much now,” she said sitting on the bed trying to calm her overactive imagination from jumping to possibilities.

  “We are still going to the doctor. I do not want to take any chances,” he said all dressed in a T-shirt and jeans.

  “Let’s go, can you walk. Do you want me to carry you?”

  “I can walk,” she said leading the way.

  They rode in silence except for the drumming of his fingers on the steering wheel that was driving her crazy.

  “This isn’t your fault you know I am sure everything is going to be alright,” she said trying to reassure him as well as herself.

  “Of course, it’s my fault. I was too rough I didn’t think of you and our babies. I just thought of satisfying my hunger for you. I wanted you so bad I didn’t think.”

  “You didn’t hurt me. I would have let you know if you did.”

  “How can you be so calm
about this when we could be losing our children?”

  “What do you want me to do Ash, sit here and think of all the bad things that could go wrong before we get to the hospital? What good would that do to any of us?”

  “Maybe it will show that you are as scared as I am that you care what happens?” he shouted.

  “You think I don’t care? I can’t think about what ifs because that would make it to real. I have to have hope that the fact I am not bleeding as much is a sign they are still there, that they are both okay, and I haven’t just lost one of them.

  I have to have faith; God would not let me get pregnant on my first sexual experience just to take them away from me. That would be cruel. I have to think through it all; I got pregnant for a reason.”

  “God. God Miah, really where was he when your mom died. When you started bleeding?”

  “That’s not fair. I am not doing this with you, not now. If thinking the worst will make you feel better then do it, just don’t expect me to follow suit.”

  “You think I want to believe the worst that I want my children to die? I am used to fixing other people’s problems giving money to those who need it. I’m used to getting my way in business. My personal life is another story. I can’t throw money at this if you are losing our babies. I can’t do anything to save them. How do you think that makes me feel?”

  “Helpless, but, whatever happens, it is not your fault or mine you have to believe that. You did everything right. You are taking me to see the doctor; you are supportive that’s all I ask of you. I don’t expect you to perform miracles, Ash.”

  “You should. I am accustomed to expecting the worst when it comes to the people I care about because in truth, in the end, they all either die, leave or take a better deal. That’s what my life is Miah, an empty curse.

  “Being brilliant at my job is a fact some people say I am lucky. I don’t believe in luck Miah. I was beginning to think there may be some on my side when I learned of the babies. A new beginning for us, but here we are. It’s the reason I never marry or ever will. After a while, the disappointment just consumes you.”

  “Ash—”

  “I don’t need your pity, Miah, not now. Just don’t,” he said in defeat.

  Her heart broke for him and their babies. She didn’t know what to say to his confession. It was the most he had let her see of him, and he obviously didn’t need her. She felt hurt but was happy to see they were approaching the entrance to the hospital. He already made up his mind about the babies and their relationship. She knew him well enough to know pushing will not be beneficial. He’ll just close off his emotions again.

  “We’re here. I’ll go up while you find parking. You can meet me there,” she opened the car door and got out walking away not looking back at his tortured face it was too painful.

  Her heart was breaking into tiny pieces. She was foolish to think there could be a future for them. She had hope that with time, he would come to see her as someone he can love other than the mother of his children. She sobbed in the elevator, her fears at losing the babies bearing down on her. She took a deep breath and wiped her face as the elevator stopped on the fifth floor to her OBs office.

  “Miah I heard we are having some problems? Come in,” the doctor said, as she entered the office.

  Miah walked into the examining room not knowing what to do suddenly. “The bleeding has slowed down,” she told the doctor standing in the middle of the room paralyzed.

  “That’s good news. Lie on the table let me examine you,” she said pulling on a glove.

  She didn’t move instead she bursts into tears. The doctor walked to her and hugged her. “Don’t borrow trouble where there isn’t any. It doesn’t mean you are miscarrying you would have known the difference. We can only know what’s going on when I examine you. I know you are scared, but we need to do this.”

  Miah nodded and laid on the table.

  “Was there anything you did differently in the past day or two?” The doctor asked as she finished her examination. Miah was about to answer when Ash burst into the room. She was happy he came when he did; it was too embarrassing talking about sex.

  “Dr. Sand, this is Asher King the babies father,” she said looking at the ceiling to avoid looking at him. She didn’t want to see the guilt in his eyes, the guilt she suspects was because they had sex.

  “It’s good to see you again Mr. King,” the doctor said taking off the gloves.

  Miah looked at them confused but didn’t bother asking when they had met. She wanted to know if her babies were okay.

  “Is she alright, are the babies fine? I missed the elevators and had to take the stairs. I—"

  “Breathe Mr. King, everything seems to be okay. Her cervix is closed. If she were having a miscarriage, she would be in a greater deal of pain. I was just about to do an

  ultrasound.”

  “Thank God,” he said, sagging with relief coming to stand beside her.

  Unbelievable. After his attack in the car now, he thinks it's okay to thank God? Anger was welling up inside her. She knew she was irrational, and he had the right to his opinion, but it didn’t matter. He hurt her without even knowing why. She put her hands to her sides so that he couldn’t reach for them. The last time she had been here she had wished she had his hand to hold. Now she wished he wasn’t here at all, but she had made a promise, and she always kept her promises.

  “I was asking Miah if she had done anything different in the past two days or so when you came in.”

  Miah blushed. She didn’t look at him. She just kept her eyes on the ceiling. Clearing her throat, she answered. “I had sex last night. That’s the only thing that changed since my last appointment.”

  “Hmm, that may be the source of the bleeding. Your cervix is changing, its tender and sensitive at the moment. During pregnancy, there is extra blood flowing to the cervix so having sex or anything that gets into close contact with it can cause some bleeding. It’s nothing to worry about. You’re not having a miscarriage.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ash for the first time since he had entered the room. He had been quiet but was looking at her intently with a frown marring his beautiful face. He didn’t seem happy, which only confused her more.

  “We’ll keep a closer eye on you and the babies. The bleeding should stop within a day or two. I want you to take it easy, and I’ll follow up with you in a weeks’ time. If the bleeding doesn’t stop or gets worst, then I’ll see you before.” She put the probe on Miah’s stomach.

  The heartbeats of her babies took her mind off their father. Her eyes glued the ultrasound screen with wonder. She still couldn’t believe there were two of them in there.

  She looked over at Ash and saw the wonderment on his face. She stretched out her hand to him, and he took it coming to stand closer to her. He gripped her hand as if it was a lifeline holding a little too tight. She knew the feeling of seeing such tiny miracles for the first time and wanted to let him know she was here for support.

  “They are beautiful,” he whispered wiping tears from his eyes.

  “Yes, they are beautiful and healthy. There are still here,” she squeezed his hand.

  He nodded and smiled for the first time since her bleeding ordeal, but she felt something was amiss. It could just be her imagination, but her intuition was telling her she was right. Something changed. He was beginning to distance himself.

  “Okay let’s see what our two are up to today. See how much they have grown,” the Doctor said, taking measurements. She was quiet as she did so, going back to the same spot on Miah’s stomach as if she was trying to find something. She didn’t know what else she could look for; surely it can’t be another baby. The thought of another life growing inside her made her want to laugh. She had gotten lucky with twins it was a fluke; she happily welcomed.

  “I will do our test now since you are here. After you are finished, you need to go to the lab and have your blood taken. The results should be ready i
n a week for your next appointment.”

  “Thank you. Shouldn’t my stomach be bigger? I barely have a baby bump, and I am eleven weeks.”

  “It all depends on each pregnancy. It is your first pregnancy, which always shows later than women who have given birth before. Furthermore, you could be one of the lucky women who carries small baby stomach. It’s still early, and the babies are the right size they are on track. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when we should be concerned if the time ever comes.”

  “That’s good to know. The book I am reading—”

  “Miah, I like my patients to be well-informed so that they can ask questions, but I find reading some parenting books for first-time parents can be daunting instead of helping. Each pregnancy is different, and I don’t want you reading books if it makes you worry constantly, that won’t be good for either you or the babies.”

  “So I shouldn’t read the books?”

  “I didn’t say that. Read books and parenting magazines, but when they have you worry and panicking that’s when I don’t want you to read them. If the book you are reading now make you more upset than informing you, stop reading it. I am always here to answer your questions.”

  She nodded.

  “Are you okay?” she asked Ash.

  “Of course,” he said, but she didn’t believe him.

  “You keep on surprising me Miah. Everything looks great, but you Mr. King may want to take a seat.”

  “I am fine; you said everything is okay so whatever you have to say can’t be that bad,” he said tightening the grip on her hand.

  She winced. He must have seen because he loosened his hold on her hand.

  The doctor smiled patiently; as if she have heard the words before.

  “Yes everything is great I hope you both like surprises because there is another baby. You aren’t having twins you are having triplets. This one was hiding behind Baby B you have an identical pair.

  “How is this possible, are you sure?” Miah asked flabbergasted so much for a fluke.