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Island Fever 6: Sanctuary
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 13: "#herewegoagain"
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            -*-  Friday, October 14, 2016  -*-
                   -*-  The Island  -*-


   I still had all of my clothing on, yet I could not ever
remember being quite this aroused at any point in my life.
   If I did not have Amy right NOW, I would actually implode.
   She seemed to feel the same way about the situation as her
mouth and hands had become quite demanding.  I loved how warm
and supple Amy was, how much tension I could feel in her lean
body as she continually squirmed and writhed against me, 
seeking stimulation wherever she could.
   But at the same time, I could not take any more of the 
pressure.  It was getting to be too much, too uncomfortable.
With a ragged gasp, I broke off our mutual kiss and edged my
body away from hers slightly.  "Hold on a second."
   Amy made an impatient, needy sound, and nudged against my
erection again.  "I don't want to hold on a second, Jeremy."
   I moaned almost helplessly as she bumped and grinded 
herself against me.  "Me either.  But I really need a second.
I need to take my cock out.  It really hurts right now."
   Amy stifled a laugh, but controlled herself enough to relax
her body and loosen the grip of her leg, which had been 
wrapped around my lower torso.  "Yeah.  Okay.  Go ahead."
   "These jeans are really tight," I explained, unbuttoning 
the denim fabric and finding immediate relief when sliding 
its zipper down.  My shaft was fully erect and bulging with 
pure desire, and it did not take long for me to fish it out
from within the boxer shorts underneath.  Now in the open air
and able to wiggle about, I felt so much more at ease.
   Amy snickered, however.  "I'm telling the other girls in 
the morning that you had to interrupt us tonight because 
your cock was in your jeans, and it hurt too much."
   I slanted her a questioning look.
   "Maybe you should leave the barn door open next time," she
teased.  Amy laughed merrily at her own joke, its insinuation.
"Since your back is feeling better after four days of rest and
rehab, maybe the girls could concentrate on your cock next.  I
can easily envision Lindsay wanting to massage it, make sure 
it does not hurt, and give it some mouth-to-cock therapy."
   "That sounds like a good idea, actually," I nodded with a
grin.  "Perhaps I should go and search for Lindsay right now?"
   "You're not going anywhere, mister!" Amy giggled.  "I'm not
letting you out of my sights tonight.  You belong to ME!"
   "Well, if you put things that way..."
   Wanting to return to the task at hand, I uprooted Amy from
her position and pulled her into my arms once again.  "Don't 
hurt your back, Jeremy," Amy whispered, her voice suddenly 
soft and full of concern, as I rolled her onto her own back 
so she was directly beneath me upon the sofa.
   "My back is just fine," I assured her.  "I passed all of
Scarlett's tests and got my get-out-of-jail-free-card.  But 
damn, Amy.  I want you so much right now."
   Amy's beauty and her sparkling green eyes actually made my
chest hurt.  My pulse fluttering, she attempted to sustain our
light banter, sort of like a calm before the storm.  "I know.  
You had to take your pants off, you want me so much."
   Yet I was giving Amy little kisses - pressing my mouth onto
her lips, the corner of her mouth, even her cheeks.  Still, I
chuckled at her words.  "Is that such a bad thing?"
   "Not really.  I'm glad you took it out."  Amy slipped her 
hand between our bodies so she could wrap it around my cock.
   I grunted in response.  
   Amy seemed so pleased with my reaction, the sudden power
she had over me, that she squeezed my hardness again, and 
then began to frig away upon it with swift, solid strokes.  I
closed my eyes and let the sensations wash all over me.
   "I'm going to lose it even before we get started if you 
keep doing that," I warned her, opening my eyes.
   I readjusted my position above Amy as she giggled, and 
then pulled the sweatshirt she wore up and over her head.
   Crestfallen, I frowned at the long-sleeve fleece top she
had on underneath it.  "Are you warm enough?  I thought you
were a polar bear?  It's not even that cold enough for..."
   "No, I'm fine," she interjected.
   Amy helped me get her fleece top off and laughed wickedly 
at my perplexed reaction when I saw that she wearing a ribbed
t-shirt beneath it.  "How many tops do you actually have on?"
   "I was cold earlier," she explained.  "You're the one who
told me that the island gets really cold at night."
   "On the beach, yes, but not inside the house!"
   The mutual laughter was relaxing, until I was able to pull
her last shirt off and stare hungrily down at her bare breasts.
   "You're so gorgeous."  I leaned over, taking one breast in
my hand, my mouth trailing from her neck to the nipple.  Amy's
entire body arched skyward as I toyed with her with my tongue.
I caressed and feasted until she was writhing yet again, her 
hips moving restlessly, desperate for some kind of relief.
   "Jeremy," she gasped, "you're torturing me, and you enjoy
it!"  Amy pushed at my shoulders, trying to get me to raise my
head from her succulent breast.
   I had the look of a predator when I lifted my head to gaze
down at her hotly.
   Amy actually stuck out her tongue at me, as if she was five
and not her actual age of 34, insinuating that I was not
allowed to play with her.
   I got a good laugh out of it, but leaned down to kiss her
possessively regardless.  "Don't tempt me like that, woman.
You want me take my balls and go home?"
   "You already ARE home, buster," she informed me, giggling.
"You belong to ME tonight, remember?  Right here, on this 
comfy sofa.  I'm not letting you slip away."
   "No, Amy.  You belong to me."
   I took a few seconds to remove my own t-shirt and then
slide both my jeans and boxers down, until they were off.
   "You're gorgeous," I reiterated, my eyes admiring Amy's
face as she lay splayed-out beneath me, finger-combing a
knot in her luxurious, magma-red hair loose.
   Amy whimpered into my mouth when I kissed her again, and
soon my hand slid beneath the waistband of her pajama pants.
She moaned as I slid one finger, and then another, inside of 
the sweet folds of her pussy.  It must have felt so good for 
Amy, in fact, that she pumped her hips against my hand.
   "Ready?" I quietly asked.
   "Yes."  Amy arched up in pleasure and impatience as I
stroked her hot, wet channel.  At the same time, she reached
out eagerly for my erection and frigged it once more.
   "Fuck," I growled.  "You're going to kill me, doing that."
   "I'm definitely going to kill you if you don't hurry up
and give me what I want."
   I positioned myself between Amy's outstretched thighs.
The nearby fireplace was radiating intense heat, its flames
cackling, as I leaned down to kiss Amy one more time.  She
responded, wrapping her arms around my neck, then arching up
instinctively as my hard length began to enter her.
   I made a couple of adjustments as I slid inside of her.
I felt Amy so much - so deeply - that I could no longer
focus on the kiss, so I turned my head to the side with a
wild jerk and panted out my desire.
   "You okay?" Amy asked, her voice sounding stretched.  "Your
back okay, baby?"
   "Yeah.  It's good.  All good.  Stop worrying so much about
my back, okay?"  I buried the entire length of my cock into
Amy, every inch of the penetration and intrusion causing my
nerve endings to shatter with wild, sublime sensations.  "You
seriously think Scarlett would let me be doing this with you
now if there was any chance that I would re-injure my back?"
   "Probably not."  When Amy started to bump and gyrate her
hips up toward mine, I involuntarily began thrusting away.
   Our foreplay had been light and playful, so perhaps it was
surprising when the sex was anything but.  Our motion was
steady and pleasing at first; we moved together as a tandem,
finding a familiar and comfortable rhythm.  Amy slid her legs
around my waist and linked her feet together at the small of
my back, creating more leverage and pleasure for us both.
   I leaned down and kissed her from time to time.  I was
unable to stop myself from doing so.
   Yet Amy, it seemed, could not pull herself together.  Every
part of her was out of control.  I felt her heart beat wildly,
her lungs gasped for air, and even her eyes blurred over from
time to time as she could not look away from my devouring gaze.
   Everything felt so good, so right, so pleasurable right now.
   "Jeremy," she gasped, her back coming off of the sofa as a
jolt of pleasure overtook her.  She fell into an urgent, 
clumsy motion, and clawed at the back of my neck and shoulders.
   "Amy," I grunted in response, the thrusting motion of my 
hips quickly increasing in both speed and ferocity.  Then I
began to huff out her name in exact rhythm with my thrusts, 
adding to the spectacle of our coupling even more.
   Amy bit her lip hard, and I sensed that she was close to an
orgasm.  Then she exhaled deeply, screamed out my name, and her 
body shuddered helplessly with the tremors of untold pleasure.
I tried to hold myself perfectly still so Amy could ride out 
her climax, but her pussy gripped my cock relentlessly and I 
had no choice but to let go.
   My amazing wife and I came down from the pinnacle of orgasm
together, bodies hot, replete and tangled together on the sofa.
Amy was still breathing my name, over and over again, and it 
was absolute, sweet music to my ears.  I always wanted Amy to 
say my name that way.  Like I was precious to her.  Like she 
needed me more than anything else in the whole, wide world.
   My body softened and I lowered my weight gently onto Amy,
burying my face in the crook of her neck for a few moments.
Amy hugged me to her tightly, lovingly, like she never wanted
to let go.  Perhaps I did not want her to let go, either?
   I lifted my head and gazed down at her.  "You okay?"
   She nodded.  "That was really good."
   "Good doesn't even begin to describe it."
   It had not been wild or dirty or particularly creative, 
but it had actually been more, even better than that.  Sex
with my wife, the best sex I had in quite some time.  The 
ONLY sex I had experienced in several days, even.
   When Amy reached for her sweatshirt, I heaved myself up
reluctantly and pulled out of her.  She slipped it over her
head and then pulled her pajama pants back on and into place.
I slid my own jeans back on but not my t-shirt, added
another log to the blazing fireplace, and got back onto the
sofa with her.  We were going to stay here all night.
   I pulled Amy into my arms as she covered us both with the
heavy blanket.  This truly felt like paradise to me.  Little
one-on-one escapades with my wives were always really special.
   "Amy," I whispered moments later, nuzzling her hair.
   "Hmmmmm?"  Her eyes were closed.  The fire was warm and
the love I felt for Amy was an at an all-time fever pitch.
   "Amy."
   "Hmmmmm..."
   I chose not to say anything else.  She was almost asleep
and I did not want to rouse her.
   Then the vivacious red-head actually did fall asleep.

   Several hours later, perhaps around 3:00am, I lay behind
Amy on the sofa.  She was on her side, facing the fire (which
I had just stoked and refreshed with two new logs), my arms 
wrapped around her, holding her against me.  We were spooning,
and I was content to go right back to sleep this way.
   But when Amy shifted slightly, I cleared my throat.  She 
glanced back over her shoulder to find my eyes wide open.
   "Hi?"  Did Amy not know what else to say?  I thought she 
was still fast asleep after our coupling from earlier.  It was 
still very dark outside, and the only light in the room was 
the fire itself.  Amy loved fires.  They were romantic to her.
   "Hi," I simply responded in kind.
   Amy sighed and nestled back more snugly against my front.
In doing so, she felt something poking her ass.
   "Uhhhhh," she said, still glancing back.  "What are you 
doing with that?"
   "Nothing at the moment, unfortunately."
   Amy wiggled her ass upon my hard erection and giggled when
she heard me groan in pleasure.
   "Was that an invitation?" I asked, hopeful.
   "Not really," she shot me down.  "I'm pretty comfortable 
and content right now in front of this amazing fire.  I'm 
not sure I want to take my clothes off again.  Feel too good."
   I could respect that.  Amy seemed warm and cozy, and not 
too excited about shedding her clothing.
   I rolled over onto my back, turning Amy over in the process
until she was sprawled out over top of me.  I sunk the back of 
my head into the cushion and silently invited Amy to kiss me.
"We can work around your pajamas if we have to, you know."
   Amy laughed and kissed me sweetly, sliding her fingers
throughout my thick, brown hair.  We kissed for a long time, 
in fact, in a way that really seemed to thrill Amy.  There 
was no real arousal for her, just a constant, pleasant humming
that did not feel particularly urgent or needy.  She and 
Lindsay, in their tender moments, would sometimes get together
and gently hug and kiss on each other for an hour at a time.
   Amy definitely did not want to get naked again.
   But my cock was really hard now.  I could not help it, but
I was much further gone than she was.  I felt a twinge of 
shame for not being able to control myself, my urges, better.
I would love to simply hug and kiss on Amy for the next hour...
   Sensing my predicament, Amy withdrew her lips from my mouth
and kissed her way down my bare chest.  She trailed her tongue
over and across my midriff, past my abdomen, only to come to a
halt at the fabric of my jeans.  They were already unbuttoned
and loose, so she simply pulled them down to mid-thigh.
   "I thought you didn't want to take your clothes off?" I
murmured, a huge smile upon my face.
   "I'm not planning on taking my clothes off."  Amy gripped
my cock with both hands and squeezed generously.  In response
to the question developing upon my face, Amy leaned down and
licked a steamy line up my shaft with her tongue.
   "Oh my," I breathed, reaching down for her and sinking my
fingers into her wild, messy hair.
   Amy giggled, clearly feeling possessive now herself, only
to wrap her lips around my cock and hollow out her cheeks.
   I stifled a groan.  "Oh Amy, that feels so..."
   My words trailed off as she applied more suction.  Amy now
held the base of my erection with one hand and used her mouth
to the best of her ability.  I reached up and placed one arm
behind my head, gripping the cushion beneath me, then used
the other to gently guide the motion of Amy's bobbing head,
helping her find the rhythm that I preferred.
   As all of the muscles within my body tightened and strained
under such expert oral care, I began to lose even more control
of my faculties.  Unable to hold them still, my hips twitched
and convulsed.  Amy brushed her long-flowing red hair away
from her enchanting face and rearranged her body, then moved
the hand that been gripping my length to my testicles.
   I clamped down on the cushion even tighter with one hand
and fisted the other in her hair.  She cupped my testicles in
her hand and rolled their tender flesh between her fingers.
   Amy gave me a good, furious sucking, knowing what the end
result would be.  There would be a healthy, sperm-filled prize
for her.  She massaged my testicles and worked her tongue all 
over, making sure everything was nice and glistening.  I came
with a hot, muffled exclamation, my back arching high off of 
the sofa as I let go, and gave into the wondrous sensations.
   Amy sucked and stroked me through the many waves of my
release, and then wiped her mouth with a proud smile as she
eventually straightened up and surveyed her handiwork.
   My body had gone completely limp, lying in a flushed, 
satisfied sprawl across the sofa.  Somehow, I found the energy
to pull her down on top of me.  She stretched and wiggled 
against my body, which was much larger than her own.
   "Thank you," I said in the aftermath, nuzzling her hair.  
I wanted so badly to kiss her right now, but could not find 
the focus to do so.  What a blowjob!
   "You're welcome, baby."
   Amy squirmed and rubbed herself against me for the next few
moments, indicating that she was much more turned on than she
originally told me.  Or perhaps it was due to the opportunity
to hone her cocksucking skills in the middle of the night?
Amy and her submissive nature found incredible satisfaction
and joy in pleasing others in the manner she just did for me.
   Soon my breathing evened out, and I brought my hand to her
ass and cupped it.
   Amy lifted her head and grinned down at me.  "See?  I did 
not have to take my clothes off."
   I laughed and tightened my arms around her in a joyous hug.
"Are YOU okay?  Let me re-pay the favor, honey."
   "I'm fine."
   "Are you sure?  I'd be happy to..."
   "I told you I didn't want to take off my..."
   "Do you really think that I cannot satisfy you and make you
happy without taking off your clothes?"
   "Of course not, Jeremy, but I..."  Amy broke off with a 
quick and sudden inhalation when my right hand dipped under
the waistband of her pajamas and slid down between her legs.
   "Oh God!" Amy cried, clutching my shoulders as I began
to stroke her with my thumb and a trio of fingers.  Giving 
just enough, but then pulling right back.  Amy's hips sought
my probing hand out, and there was some sort of needful sound 
escaping from her mouth.  With my opposite hand, I laced my 
fingers through hers and held on.  An instant later, I pushed
my fingers into Amy, shattering any restraint she had left.
   Amy moved with me insistently, and it was only a matter of
time before I helped her rocket completely over the edge.  
Ecstasy filled her veins, causing her body to spasm and 
twitch uncontrollably as she clung to me.  The final, last 
few shockwaves cascaded throughout her body, and she woke 
slowly from the sweet oblivion I had sent her into.
   "Oh, that was good," Amy groaned as she relaxed in the
aftermath.  "You are certainly very handy, Jeremy."
   I choked on a laugh at her terrible joke and pulled her up
higher so I could kiss her.  I kept kissing her, in fact, and
each kiss felt more divine the previous one.
   "You're so incredible, Amy," I murmured between the rush
of kisses.  "So sweet, so beautiful, so generous, so perfect.
I love you.  I love more than you will ever know."  I moved 
the hair gently away from Amy's forehead and absently ran a
hand down her side, stopping at her waistline.
   Emotion seemed to overwhelm Amy, but she did her best to 
keep things in check.  "I love you too, Jeremy."  Amy smiled
and ducked her head into my embrace.  "But after that little
give-and-take we just had, I'm tired again.  It's three A-M."
   I simply reached down and pulled the blanket over both of
us.  Amy's eyes were still open, her smile filled with utter
content.  I gently kissed her hair and chose not to say 
another word, feeling tired, happy and connected to her.  At
some point, I must have dozed off.  But I cannot say when for
sure because I was holding onto those moments of total bliss.

                           * * *
                           
   It was shortly after 6:00am when I woke up and ventured off
toward the kitchen for a glass of orange juice with Shredder, 
the family dog, at my heels.  
   Yet when I got there, I found Trish leaning against the 
counter with some sort of health smoothie concoction in hand,
sipping from a bottle.  The smoothie looked to be one of her 
usual, standard favorites - green tea mixed in a blender with 
blueberries, bananas, soy milk, honey and various spices.
Certainly nothing I could ever bring myself to drink, but 
Trish was the physical fitness enthusiast in our family and 
was very particular about everything she ate and drank.
   "You're up early," Trish said, lowering the bottle and
stepping aside so I could reach the refrigerator door.
   "Not as early as you."  Trish was always up and about 
every morning precisely at 5:00am.  She had generally been
waking me up at that time for several weeks so we could 
exercise together before all of the kids roused and needed 
their attention, but that was before my recent back injury.
Now, the morning exercise sessions were put on hold until 
Scarlett, the self-appointed family doctor, said otherwise.
Scarlett was overseeing any exercises I did herself in the 
afternoon hours.
   "Did you sleep all right?" Trish wondered.  "You feeling
okay?"  It took me a second or two, but I realized that Trish
was indirectly asking about my back and its status.  All of
our wives knew that Amy and I had sex together last evening,
and some may even know about that wondrous blowjob she gave
me in the middle of the night.  Like everyone, Trish was
concerned, and did not want me to re-injure myself.
   "Yeah, sweetheart.  I feel fine.  Back is fine."  I chugged
down a full glass of orange juice in one, easy gulp.
   "Good."  Trish gave Shredder a quick scratch on the head
once the dog went over to her and offered an eager greeting.
She smiled my way and mused, "Have a few moments to talk?"
   "For you?  Anytime."
   The children usually began waking up between 6:30am and
7:00am every morning, so I had a little time before I was to
start my normal rounds.  Plus, I never denied any of my wives
the opportunity to talk to me in a one-on-one setting.  My
life was very demanding with seven wives and seven children,
and another on the way when Pamela gives birth to our son,
Peyton, probably after the New Year.  Free time for me was
very, very scarce, but I never turned a wife away when one
asked to talk to me.  I always made time for them.
   Trish bit her lip and tossed a cloud of cinnamon-brown
hair from her eyes and slowly guided me, her smile bright,
out of the kitchen.  Curious, I wondered what this was about.
Trish seemed even more peppy and vibrant now than usual as
she took me to the adjacent central room.
   "Remember that I've been complaining for the past couple
of days, Jeremy, saying I felt sick, like my stomach hurt,
and my chest felt swollen," Trish began, taking me over to
the sofa opposite from the one where Amy still slept.  She
invited me to sit down and, when I did, Trish nestled in
directly next to me and hooked one of her muscular, yet 
feminine legs around my knee and calf.  Oh, this was quite 
comfortable now!
   "I thought it was from being upset, because of how Alison
betrayed us, how much she hurt Lindsay," Trish continued, her
voice soft and low, presumably in order not to wake Amy.  "I
was really, really angry, you know, and I thought feeling the
way I did - the physical discomfort - was a byproduct of that.
I cannot stand to see Lindsay hurt at all.  You know that."
   "But you're feeling better now, right?  You told me just
yesterday that you feel a million times better."
   "Oh yes, I'm better now."  Trish's smile was beaming as
she added, "Much better."  The 33-year-old brought my hand
to her lips and kissed it.  "I woke up this morning, an hour
or so ago like normal, and I just had this feeling.  I don't
know why, but I had a feeling, and I decided to go with it.
But I knew it was going to be a negative..."
   My eyes went wide as Trish giggled like a schoolgirl.
   "I missed my past cycle, so I decided to take a test this
morning."  Trish reached into the pocket of her hoodie jacket
and pulled out a plastic strip that looked all too familiar
to me.  She choked back raw emotion for a moment or two, then
pressed forward, "I don't know how, but we have so many
blessings with our family and... and Heavenly Father, I feel
it's His way of telling us, we're doing everything right..."
   I brought a hand to my mouth and laughed, and fought back
my own tears.  Tears of joy!  I knew where this was going...
   "Jackson, our baby boy, Jeremy, is going to have a new
sibling!"  Overcome with emotion, Trish laughed as well.  "A
real, honest-to-God, full sibling."  She handed the plastic
strip, a home pregnancy test, over to me.  Sure enough, it 
had two lines on it - indicating a positive result.
   "Are you serious?" was my immediate, happy reaction.  I
found myself holding hands now with Trish as we laughed in
unison.  "Are you pregnant?"
   "Yes!"
   "Are you pregnant?" I asked again, unable to believe it.
   "Yes!  I wouldn't be joking around.  I'm excited!"
   "You're pregnant," I said, letting those words resonate
even more and sink in.  "Wow.  You're pregnant!"
   "Everything we have done together, Jeremy, everything this
family is and stands for... this just reinforces the point
that I made the right decision in marrying you, marrying all
of the other girls.  I... I'm so happy!"
   "You have a baby inside of you?"  I was still trying to
wrap my mind around this whole _Trish is pregnant_ thing.
This was completely out of left field, to say the least!  If
anyone, I suspected that the next wife who would be telling
me such wonderful news would be Devon.  We had yet to start
working toward our own baby since our return from Pennsylvania 
a few weeks back - I was giving Devon space after she admitted
her torturous past to me - but never in a million years did I 
think that I would be having this discussion with Trish right 
now.  I mean, Trish just gave birth to Jackson back in February!
   "You have a baby inside of you?" I said again.  "Right now,
at this moment?"  When Trish nodded her head, I let out a very
deep, joyous sigh, and tossed my arms around her in a mutual
embrace.  "Trish.  Oh my God, Trish!"
   "Cool, huh?" she beamed, kissing me.
   "It's amazing!"
   "I've been talking with Krissy and Lindsay the past couple
of months, honestly," Trish offered.  "I kept telling them,
over and over, I wanted so much for Jackson to have an actual,
full-on sibling.  Not a half-sibling, but one that came from
me... and you.  And now, that's gonna happen."
   "YOU ARE PREGNANT!" I exclaimed, still soaking the news in.
   "Yeah."
   "YOU'RE PREGNANT?"
   "Yeah."  Smiling, Trish snatched the test strip from me.
"Two lines, baby.  Two babies!"  She pointed at the strip and
squealed, "That means Jackson and one other, little baby!"
   "This is wonderful!" I gushed.
   Trish lifted the lower half of her hoodie jacket up to her
midriff, exposing her belly.  "I noticed the other day, when 
I was doing yoga, I had a little pudge.  You see?  Normally 
it is flat, flat, flat, but I noticed a tiny pudge the other
day.  But I really didn't think too much of it at the time."
   Unable to resist, I leaned forward and planted a long kiss
upon Trish's abdomen.  There was a baby nurturing and growing
inside of her.  A child... that I helped create!  Wow!  Our 
baby may only be a tiny embryo at this point in time, but that 
did not mean I could not begin to shower him or her with all
of the love in my heart!  Oh, I was in a total state of shock.
   "I love you, Trish," I told her, moving back to gaze into 
her eyes, yet keeping a hand on her belly at the same time.
   "This isn't too much for you?"  Trish knew better than to 
ask me that question, but she did it anyway.  "I mean, Peyton 
will be be joining us in a few months, and our baby will make 
nine kids for you.  Nine kids under the age of three.  I will 
have the new baby well before Kaden turns three."
   "It's never too much for me," I told her in all honesty.
"You girls have sacrificed a lot of... normalcy, to be in 
this marriage, our marriage, our relationship.  You have 
sacrificed and given up so much for me.  One thing I do not 
want any of you to sacrifice is the chance at being a 
mother... as many times over as you all want."
   Tears were streaming down Trish's face, she was so happy!
"You know Lindsay wants to have five babies with you?"
   I chuckled and responded, "I know!"
   "My tummy is like... flutter belief, right now.  And you
know what else, Jeremy?  You're the first person to know.
You're the first person to hear the news.  Last time, when
I found out I was pregnant with Jackson, all of the other
girls knew before you did.  I promised myself, I would not
let that happen next time.  You deserve to know first."
   "Everyone needs to hear the awesome news," I suggested.
   "I haven't seen you smile, Jeremy, this much since before
you hurt your back, and Alison was still here.  It's a really
cool thing, too.  I couldn't wipe that goofy smile off of your
face right now even if I tried!  But I don't want to."
   "I love you," I reiterated.  "And you're the one who is 
smiling.  But then again, you're always smiling..."
   "I love you too, Jeremy.  And I love our two babies!"
   "Oh my gosh.  I'm gonna have to get an even bigger minivan
once we return home to Norway."
   "With even more wood on the sides!" Trish exclaimed,
throwing her arms around me for yet another embrace.  "Maybe
one day, our family can travel around in a big freight train!"
   "What's going on?" came a tired, groggy words from across 
the central room, and the adjacent sofa.  Massive bed head and 
all, Amy looked alluring as ever as she sat up and rubbed her 
bleary eyes before focusing on us.  "What's all this noise?"
   "Good morning," I smiled at her.
   Trish broke away from me and walked over to the other sofa,
knelt down in front of Amy and leaned in, lightly greeting her
lips with her own.  "How is it you look so insanely gorgeous
when you wake up in the morning?  It's criminal."
   "I do?"
   "You do."  Trish finished the kiss, and smiled.
   "Is Dani Grace awake yet, Jeremy?" Amy inquired, referring
to our little daughter.  "Did her baby monitor go off?"
   "Not yet.  But I was going to check on her soon..."
   "Amy."  Trish gathered all of her wife's attention with the
way she said her name, the tone she had used.  Trish smiled
and her face softened even more, and she took Amy's hand in
hers.  "First off, Amy honey, did you have a good night with
Jeremy?  Did you enjoy yourself?"
   "Last night was amazing."  Amy paused for a moment, looking
at Trish, inspecting her.  "You okay?  Looks like you've been 
crying... your eyes are all water-shot."
   "Amy, I'm pregnant."
   Suddenly, Amy was smiling from ear-to-ear.  "No way.  No 
way!  REALLY?"  She glanced at me for a split-second and I 
nodded at her, only then to re-focus upon Trish.  "Oh my God,
Trish.  Congratulations!  This is wonderful!"  Amy pulled 
Trish into her arms for a hug, burying her face in her hair,
taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe her in.  "When
did you find out?  Do any of the other girls know yet?"
   "I actually found out just this morning," Trish answered,
"and no, only you and Jeremy know so far."  She smiled and 
added, "Lindsay is going to freak out when I tell her!"
   Amy slowly turned Trish and pressed her against the edge 
of the sofa with her body and linked her arms together around 
her neck.  "Congratulations!  I know this is something you 
have wanted for a long time."  Amy could not wipe the grin 
off of her face, either.  Her reaction was not as hyper and/or 
animated as some of the other ladies would be, but regardless, 
she was quite happy to share in the moment.  "You're going to 
have another baby!"
   "I am," Trish countered quietly, moving a stray strand of
red hair off of Amy's forehead.
   "Come here, you."  Trish could not have received a better 
invitation.  Amy's mouth, obviously, was warm and inviting, 
forcing Trish to delve deeper, their tongues meeting as both
of them sank further into each other.  The kissing was very 
slow and sensuous.  I watched as Amy sucked Trish's bottom 
lip into her mouth, a move that was a favorite of hers.
Trish's hands were around Amy's waist, pulling her closer.
   "What are we doing?" Trish asked once their kiss was 
broken, seemingly amused.
   "I think this is what's called stealing a moment."  Amy 
smiled at her again.  "You're pregnant.  Wow."  She turned
toward me and latched onto my knee with her right hand.
"Jeremy?  You're going to be a Daddy again!  I bet you're 
excited too, and cannot wait!"
   "You have no idea," I assured her.
   "Jeremy is secretly happy that I'm pregnant because that
means I'm going to blow up like a big balloon."
   Amy snickered at Trish's words.  "That's true.  Jeremy 
does have a pregnancy fetish."
   I blinked hard and admitted, "I do."
   "Baby."  Amy ever so softly traced her finger over Trish's
full, lush lips, her succulent mouth.  "I'm so happy for you."
   "Me too."
   "I can't believe you and Jeremy are having another baby."
   "All of us are, Amy," Trish corrected her.  "You're my 
spouse too, my wife, and I want you to have a prominent role
in all of my children's lives.  Just as I will be there for 
you, for Dani Grace, whenever either of you need my help."
   "The baby is for us," I agreed.
   "Us," Amy repeated, nodding her head as the meaning of 
that word settled in.  She slowly pushed Trish backward onto
the sofa and followed her down.  "I love you."
   Trish reached up and kissed Amy, wrapping her hand around
the back of her neck.  "Thank God for this family."
   Amy turned her head to look back at me with a cheerful, 
vibrant expression.  "Now you have to get Devon pregnant!"


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