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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 02: "Prenatal"
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-*- Wednesday, May 20, 2015 -*-
-*- Oslo, Norway -*-
"This hamburger is absolutely delicious," I mused, biting
into and salivating over a Norwegian version of the classic
American favorite. A thick and juicy beef patty sat atop an
even mix of shredded lettuce and shredded Chinese cabbage,
with a coating of Thousand Island salad dressing just below
it. On top of the patty was lots of extra cheese and bacon,
with an apricot-colored mayonnaise sauce that had a distinct
gherkin flavor to it. Of course, what hamburger could
possibly be complete without two sesame seed buns?
"Strange you would say that here of all places," Amy
shrugged, as she sat across from me and enjoyed a healthy
chef's salad here in the lunch cafeteria at the university
hospital in downtown Oslo, Norway. "Hospital food is not
supposed to taste good." Amy raised an eyebrow at me. "Is
it better than the hamburgers I fix myself?"
"Of course not, sweetheart." Whoa... I definitely was
not going to attempt to traverse that path. If I told Amy
any differently, I could have found myself walking home!
I glanced and focused upon Amy as she continued to enjoy
her chef's salad, but ultimately my eyes drifted downward
and I found myself fixated upon that beautiful baby bump
that was straining against her camisole top. Amy was six
months pregnant and, dare I say it, she looked better to me
now than she ever had before.
I do not know why, but I have a certain weakness when it
comes to the sight of a pregnant woman. Amy was a lovely
and attractive young lady with long, fire engine red hair
and a smile that could stop a freight train, but she was
even more beautiful to me nowadays because her body was
preparing itself to bring a new life into the world. Being
able to witness her belly slowly expand and grow over the
past several months was simply indescribable to me.
Of course, I felt the same way about Kristanna and Pamela
when they went through their respective pregnancies. I even
married Pamela when she was six months pregnant with Piper.
Oh, I will never forget that day; Pamela looked splendid and
downright divine in her bridal dress as our unborn daughter
continued to nurture and grow inside of her.
Amy knew that I was staring at her baby bump from across
the table here in the hospital cafeteria. She reached across
and gently grasped my wrist, then made eye contact with me
and the two of us proceeded to exchange heartfelt, genuine
smiles. The love and admiration I felt for Amy was immense.
Rest assured, the feeling was mutual.
"Hey there, guys," Scarlett greeted, literally appearing
out of nowhere with a cafeteria tray full of food, taking a
seat at the round, circular table with us. "I am so sorry
that I am late, but I got really busy all of a sudden and had
to postpone lunch for a half-hour."
"It's okay," I told Scarlett. "We are just glad that you
are finally here. How's your day been thus far?"
"Busy," she sighed.
Amy and I were at the hospital here in Oslo on this warm,
yet breezy Wednesday, for her monthly prenatal checkup. We
had a few other places in the area to visit as well today,
but asked Scarlett before she left for work this morning if
she would like to meet us for lunch in the hospital cafeteria
at noon during her usual break time. Her answer was yes, of
course; Scarlett was employed here as a labor and delivery
nurse in the childbirth center. Because Amy and I would be
here for her monthly examination, it only made sense that we
all get together and have a friendly lunch.
A true angel of mercy, Scarlett's long-flowing blonde hair
was pinned-up into an attractive bun atop her head. She wore
a stylish blue nurse's tunic, as well as matching pants and a
pair of sneakers. The 30-year-old appeared somewhat frazzled
and tired, but I could not help but to smile at her anyway.
Earlier this year on Easter Sunday, I actually went to
dinner with Scarlett and her inner family, and asked her to
marry me right in front of them. She gave a screeching and
tearful _yes_ which meant that soon, Scarlett would indeed be
wife number seven for me. Her family seemed happy for her,
although most of them did not quite understand (or even
approve of) the logistics of our group relationship.
"I've missed you today."
Scarlett blushed! I loved the sight. "Oh, Jeremy..."
"When are you going to quit this job?" I asked her. "I
would love for you to be able to spend a lot more time
around the house with us. These 12 hour shifts of yours
really tear me up. You know, you don't have to work."
"But I love my job!" Scarlett defended herself, nibbling
on a turkey melt sandwich. "I went to medical school and
studied hard for all those years; I do not want to give up on
what I put so much effort into. I know you have more money
than some entire countries do, Jeremy, but I like to work.
I like to stay active. And I love being a nurse."
"I know," I conceded. "I respect that, too. Just call me
greedy, I suppose. I'd like you around more often is all.
But I understand you following your life's ambition."
"Have you had time to think about the wedding yet?" Amy
asked Scarlett. "Come up with any ideas or plans?"
Scarlett shook her head, but smiled at the mere idea.
"No, not yet. The past five, six weeks have seemed like an
absolute blur to me. I never once imagined that Jeremy would
propose to me the way he did. No wonder he insisted on us
going to my family's house alone that day. I had no idea.
But fortunately, the wedding is not until next year."
Amy snickered and crinkled her nose. "Jeremy is ALWAYS up
to something. You should have learned that by now, Scarlett.
He is very sneaky and devious that way." Amy nodded her head
at me. "The wheels in his little brain are always spinning."
"Hey there, woman!" I protested, though of course, in a
fun and playful manner. "Just what are you trying to say?"
"What are you? Deaf?" Amy shot back, grinning. "You
heard me. You are very calculating, and manipulative."
I stifled a laugh and countered, "If I didn't know you
any better, Amy, I'd think you're trying to talk bad, and
say something negative about me. But I know better."
"Do you?" Scarlett giggled, joining the fun.
"Have you told any of your friends here at the hospital of
your engagement?" Amy wondered.
Scarlett shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say to them?
My good friends here know Jeremy, but he has been here to
visit me with Trish and Lindsay, and now you. They see the
two of you with you pregnant, and naturally assume that you're
a couple. How do I go about telling them that yes you are
married, but I will be joining the relationship too? Yes I
am getting married, but my husband will have six other wives?
I do not think any of my friends would understand." Scarlett
gulped her throat. "Only a very select few of my friends -
maybe two or three - even know that I am bisexual."
Amy frowned. "I don't know. I'm glad I don't have to
worry about things like that. I keep to our little, inner
circle. I don't socialize much outside of it."
"Well, I am a nurse," Scarlett reminded her. "I HAVE to
socialize and be approachable, be overly nice and friendly.
It is part of my job description. No one wants a grumpy and
subdued, quiet nurse when they are in labor. I did talk to
one of my patients about Jeremy; told her that he proposed to
me. I did not tell her anything beyond that, though."
"So you haven't told any of your friends here at work
that you got engaged on Easter Sunday, though?"
Scarlett pouted at Amy. "No. I wish I could."
Perhaps the only true negative about the life our little
group had chosen to lead was that we were forced to hide its
details from most (if not all) friends, while being overly
ridiculed and questioned by certain intrusive family members.
It took a long time, for example, for Lindsay's mother,
Leslie, to finally accept the fact that her daughter was
happy with us and thus, embrace the decisions her daughter
had made and the lifestyle we led. It was still mind-boggling
to Leslie, though, that her daughter was married to one man
and four women, and literally engaged to two other ladies.
Another example would be my very own sister, Di, who lived
in the United States. Di was overjoyed for me when she was
under the impression that Kristanna was the only woman in my
life. We seemed like the perfect couple to her. To her, I
had finally found happiness. But when I eventually confessed
to Di that I had other wives as well, she began to rebel, and
told me in no uncertain terms that she was very disappointed
in me and the path I had chosen. She seemed disgusted.
Whether right or wrong in the way others perceived us -
justified or not - I go back to the fact that everyone in our
little entourage was incredibly happy. We literally drowned
each other out every day in a sea of love and caring. In my
mind, at least, that was the only thing that truly mattered.
The ladies and I mostly kept to ourselves and did not preach
or try to force our beliefs and ideals onto others, either.
So why should others insist on telling us how to live?
Still, the secrets that we had to keep - such as Scarlett
not being able to let her co-workers know that she was now
engaged to me because they had often seen me with others -
was something that all of us to deal with on a daily basis.
It was a drawback to our relationship, yes. But considering
our level of happiness, I would say it was well worth it.
* * *
"Jeremy!" Amy protested about 40 minutes later, as she
and I were in the main elevator at the hospital. "Jeremy,
stop that! Someone is going to see us!"
Try as I might, but I could not keep neither my eyes or
my hands off of the lovely and captivating Amy. She looked
absolutely adorable with a little blue camisole top on, but
what caught my attention more than anything was the sassy,
black miniskirt Amy wore. Made of pure leather, the
miniskirt featured both front and back zippers, and had
two rows of rivets and hooks adorning it.
Amy may have been six months pregnant, but that certainly
had not detoured her from wearing her patented, trademarked
collection of miniskirts on a rather routine basis.
In the elevator, I could not help myself but to first
trail my hand down to that plump, picture-perfect ass of
hers, and pat it through the leather fabric. Then, I was
pulling the miniskirt upward, and reaching for her goods.
Of course, my other hand was caressing her abdomen.
"Jeremy, stop!" she giggled at me, as I was diddling away
upon her sweet, little clitoris with a pair of curious
fingers underneath her panties. The elevator was in motion,
and about to reach the ground floor. "Jeremy, stop!"
Indeed, once the elevator's door opened, there was an
elderly couple waiting on the other side. Amy may have
seemed somewhat flushed, but the man and woman were clueless
on what we had been doing seconds earlier as Amy's miniskirt
was back down and smoothed into place.
"Let's go, sweetheart," I said to Amy, while looking and
nodding at the couple in a friendly manner. They both
smiled at us when I planted a kiss upon the side of Amy's
head as we exited the elevator.
"That was a nice lunch with Scarlett," Amy commented, as
we then strolled down the long corridor toward the main
lobby. "She just seems so busy and frantic whenever we
come to see her here at the hospital. I feel sorry for her."
"She has a very stressful job," I mused, before stifling a
laugh. "Scarlett has to deal with female patients in painful
labor on a daily basis. I remember how Kristanna was when she
was here, and give birth to Kaden. Kristanna was downright
mean and hateful at times that day."
"It was because of the pain and pressure, the anxiety, of
being in labor for so long," Amy defended her.
"Oh, I know," I retorted. "I still find it funny, though.
Krissy was going through such a rough time; she grabbed me by
the shirt collar right in front of Scarlett, and growled that
I was NEVER to lay a FINGER on her again."
Amy giggled. "She obviously changed her mind quick."
Seeing an empty sofa directly in front of us, I latched
onto Amy's hand and guided her over to it. "Sit down," I
instructed her and, although confused, Amy did what I asked.
She still had that serious, submissive streak in her.
I took a seat next to Amy and slipped my left arm around
her shoulder, then moved my right hand back to its standard
place - her stomach. I kissed my beloved wife on the side
of her head and cuddled her warm and close to me.
"What are you doing?" she asked, nervously glancing around
at all of the people in the busy lobby.
"I don't nearly get to go out with you girls on a one-on-one
basis as often as I'd like to," were my words for her. I again
kissed the side of Amy's head and added, "But each time I do, I
cherish it." I held her even tighter to me and ended, "Let's
just stay here and be together for a bit."
"Jeremy..."
"You are incredibly special to me," I mused, looking into
her eyes. "You have no idea just how special you are to me.
And I love you more than you'll ever know."
"Oh Jeremy..." Amy swooned, suddenly all red-faced and
madly blushing herself. She smiled back at me and offered,
"I look forward to spending one-on-one time with you more
than anything else in my entire life. Whether it is just for
a few moments or an entire day, it is what makes me happiest.
I love you, Jeremy. You're my centerpiece; my rock..."
Amy was suddenly glowing as she glanced downward and put
both hands upon her stomach. "And YOU have no idea, Jeremy,
how happy I am that this little angel is going to be part of
our lives very, very soon," she beamed at me. "I cannot wait
until our baby is born! I thank God every single day that He
allowed me the opportunity to finally, one day, become a
mother. I never thought it would happen."
Amy rubbed her stomach with both hands and smiled at me.
"I love her so much!" she quaked. "Little Dani Grace isn't
even born yet, but I love her so much! I just cannot wait
until I finally get the opportunity to meet her!"
"Neither can I, honey," I told her. "Neither can I..."
* * *
Amy and I spent a good 20 minutes just relaxing and being
together on the sofa in the hospital lobby. I did not care
what anyone else thought about us as we simply sat there and
cuddled like most newlyweds often do. Trust me, we received
plenty of stares. I found the most gratification out of the
jealous looks I got from other men. Amy was picture-pretty,
and looked incredibly attractive in her flirty camisole top
and leather miniskirt. And oh, that baby bump...
Eventually, the two of us got up from the sofa and decided
to continue our day out. With her monthly prenatal visit out
of the way, I promised the rest of the day exclusively to Amy.
Oh, and as for the examination itself, everything was
fairly routine and the doctor did not seem to find any
complications or issues with Amy's pregnancy. There was a
long list of standard questions. Was Amy feeling nauseated?
Had she felt the baby move recently? Were the movements
becoming more or less? Had she been leaking fluid, or was
there been any blood loss? Amy had some tests done on her
as well - a host of blood work, including a glucose check
and anemia screening, and a blood pressure reading.
The doctor sat and spoke with Amy for a long time and was
very thorough in asking if she had any questions or concerns,
and if she felt any pain or discomfort in any portion of her
body. The doctor also referred Amy to a nearby center which
specialized in childbirth education classes, suggesting that
she enroll there and I attend with her.
But what Amy, as well as yours truly, looked forward to
the most with each of these prenatal examinations was having
the opportunity to listen to our daughter's heartbeat with a
handheld ultrasound device called a Doppler. Amy always got
really emotional and was thrilled to listen to this dramatic
sign of the little life she and I had created together.
Dani Grace's heartbeat always seemed to elicit tears from Amy.
With our medical activities out of the way, our next stop
on the itinerary after leaving the hospital was _Frammuseet_
(The Fram Museum). Located in downtown Oslo, The Fram Museum
told the tale of Norwegian polar exploration. It is home to
an actual ship that was used in Arctic and Antarctic
expeditions between the years of 1893 to 1912. Said to have
sailed further north and further south than any other wooden
ship in recorded history, _Fram_ was preserved and kept in
excellent condition here at its museum in Oslo.
Amy was energized and in good spirits as she and I toured
the massive vessel. We were able to walk through all three
levels of the ship, and felt fascinated listening to the guide
explain the many issues and rigors the crew had to endure on a
daily basis just in order to survive well more than a century
ago. Seeing the tiny bunk beds where the crew slept, as well
as the gruesome array of dental and medical equipment, was
very interesting and moving. It also made me appreciate
modern technology even more.
Perhaps my favorite exhibit of all, but the one I spent
the least amount of time exploring, was the Arctic experience
passage - or, very simply, _the cold room_. It was here
where one could step inside and feel what it is like, both
temperature and conditions wise, to be in the middle of the
North Pole. I did not stay there for long, while Amy kept
her distance. It felt absolutely brutal inside!
Outside of the ship were several different exhibits and
historical artifacts to revel and delight in, as well as
video displays and even a theater that told a captivating
story about the history of polar exploration and the brave
men who pioneered it.
We spent the latter half of the afternoon in a little,
seaside village and resort south of Oslo called Drobak. A
small town with beautiful wooden shops, restaurants and houses
set on the southern coast of Oslofjord, Drobak was one of
Amy's favorite places in the entire region. She loved to come
here every so often and browse through the various shops and
sights. It was remarkable year-round, but even more so during
the holiday season with all of the festive decorations and the
massive Christmas tree in the center of town.
Last December, our family spent an entire day in Drobak.
Kaden and Piper, my two infant children with Kristanna and
Pamela, respectively, got to meet Santa Claus for the first
time and had their pictures taken with him. I even persuaded
Lindsay to sit on old Santa's lap and get her photograph taken
as well. I was hopeful Santa would thank me later for that,
perhaps with an overstocked stocking on Christmas morning...
Back in the present time, Amy and I stopped and had dinner
at a small sandwich shop. It was at this time that, after
such a long day out, Amy seemed to lose her luster and become
overly tired. It happened fast. I wanted to stay in Drobak
a bit longer, but with the time now approaching 6:00pm, Amy
and I mutually decided that it would be best to return home
to our estate in Sandvika. Truth be told, Amy had not been
out and about for such an extended period of time like this
for about two months. Today we put a lot on her plate, so to
speak, and perhaps pushed her a bit too far.
The drive itself took just under 90 minutes. Able to
kick back and relax in the automobile, Amy chatted at length
on the telephone during the trip with Kristanna, telling her
all about the fun and enjoyable day we spent out as a couple.
Apparently Kristanna, Devon and Pamela spent the majority
of their day literally burning through their credit cards at
the local shopping center. As for Trish and Lindsay,
Kristanna explained to us, "We came home and found them in
the bubble bath, hugging and kissing as if it was their
wedding night. You can imagine the rest." Certainly, there
was nothing wrong with that. Was there?
Once we finally arrived at the mansion, Amy and I were
met at the door by the charming duo of Kristanna and Devon.
I told them that I was hopping into the _Jeep_ to take my
nightly tour of the farm's perimeter, wanting to be certain
that all of the fences were intact (and some animal, or pack
of them, did not break through and/or damage them).
Amy wanted to go on the little ride with me as well -
probably wanting to extend our one-on-one time for just
awhile longer. So, after assuring Kristanna and Devon that
she felt fine and did not need to rest and/or lie down just
yet, Amy and I got into the _Jeep_ and took off.
I only made it halfway through the perimeter check before
I stopped the _Jeep_ and pulled Amy across the seat and onto
my lap. I simply could resist; she and I must have hugged
and kissed each other for ten minutes straight without saying
a single word between us. Nothing really needed to be said,
of course, as the love coursing both through and all around
us was imminent and wonderfully powerful. It was the perfect
ending to what turned out to be a truly perfect day.
* * *
Trish slapped me on the shoulder and giggled at the same
time as she walked by the next morning in the dining room,
obviously having caught me ogling at Lindsay's precious,
little ass (and the spandex pants which encased it) as the
intoxicating 20-year-old prepared a plate for herself at the
breakfast buffet. Trish even gave me an incessant, playful
stare, and waved a menacing fist my way. In return, I
grinned and simply stuck my tongue out at her.
I felt an arm curl itself around me from behind. I turned
and was delighted to find out it was Scarlett. She quickly
found my lips with her own for a slow, tongue-laced kiss, then
slid around to my front and took a seat upon my knee.
"Hi baby," Lindsay squealed seconds later, going right over
to Trish. The two ladies hugged and shared a simple kiss as
Scarlett looked on with the biggest, toothiest smile.
"You pull that stunt on me again, Devvy," I then heard
Kristanna's voice in the distance, getting closer, "and I
will not hesitate to put you over my knee, and spank you!"
"Oh really?" Devon retorted in an equally playful and
jovial tone, matching her wife's. "I'd like to see you try!"
Still seated on my knee, Scarlett kept an arm around my
neck and shoulder as she turned to watch Kristanna and
Devon enter the dining room. Pamela was close behind them.
"I'll spank both of you if you don't start playing nice."
Kristanna and Devon turned toward Pamela in response to
those words, then both broke into a maniacal laughing fit
that lasted for several seconds. "Oh Pammy!" Kristanna
eventually giggled at her. "Pammy, just... hush. Really."
"I come bearing gifts," Amy announced, entering from the
adjacent kitchen with an entire plate full of bacon and
toast. She set it down across the buffet table and
encouraged us, "Come on everyone, dig in and eat up!"
Trish took a slice of bacon and broke it in half, then
fed it to Lindsay, who proceeded to erotically nibble on her
beautiful bride's finger more than she did the food itself.
Kristanna and Devon were especially playful this morning;
they were gently pushing each other and acting as if they
were going to break out into a fight. Amy tried to go back
to the kitchen to continue cooking, but Trish intercepted
her at the midway point for a very deep and pleasurable kiss.
It quickly turned into a three-way kiss with Lindsay involved.
Pamela drew her hand back and, with a huge smile, she
cruelly smacked Kristanna's denim-clad backside with an
open palm. Everyone turned and looked at them instantly;
Kristanna's eyes were wide and bulging, and she could barely
contain her laughter. Still, Pamela was smart. She turned
and ran away in a giggling fit of her own.
"Oh, you're going to get it big time!..." Kristanna yelled
out in warning, before sprinting off and chasing after her.
Still nestled all nice and snug upon my knee, Scarlett
snickered and watched Kristanna until she disappeared around
the corner. She then turned and looked at me, and smiled.
"This has GOT to be the happiest family on the face of the
planet," Scarlett observed. "I am just honored and thrilled
beyond belief that you want me to be a part of it, Jeremy."
Scarlett moved in for a kiss of her own, but held off at
the last possible instant with the sound of Pamela screaming -
as if she was in grave peril - somewhere off in the distance.
A split-second later, there was the loud, unmistakable sound
of hand-blasting-upon-ass.
"That hurt, Krissy!" Pamela whined, but still giggling.
"It was SUPPOSED to hurt!" she shot back.
Scarlett re-focused her attention upon me and, with a big,
beaming smile, followed through with the kiss. It was as if
my freshly-minted fiancee suddenly realized that life could
not possibly be any better than this...
<<<- End of Chapter 02 ->>>
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