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Her brothers and my father turned their backs, forming a shield of muscle and bone to block the spectacle of their sister bringing forth lives of my children.
My sisters stood with their backs to them, as did my mom, as they watched with avid attention.
I, of course, was on the end. I got to see fucking everything!
“You’re taking pictures, right? I want documents of this!” Georgia yelled.
So what do my sister’s do? They pull their fuckin’ phones out.
“Please, for all that’s holy, don’t get that huge cooch in the shot,” Nikki yelled since she was closer to the head.
Georgia snapped her tiny fist out and punched Nikki in the boob. “It’s not huge!”
I snorted, and her crazy eyes turned to me.
I shut my mouth.
I was stupid at times…not suicidal.
But motherfucker, her vagina was…massive.
It’d looked like a gaping maw of a black hole…but then I started to realize it wasn’t a ‘black hole’ but a black head full of hair. Covered in stuff that I wished to not think about, but it was a head nonetheless.
“Oh, my God! I need an epidural!” Georgia shrieked.
I winced at the sheer volume she’d reached, but my eyes stayed glued to the miracle that was happening in front of me.
I hadn’t thought that I’d be here to witness the birth of our child. I’d resigned myself to missing it. Now that I was here, though, experiencing it, I was humbled.
A doctor exiting the cafeteria must’ve heard the commotion as she came over. She quickly shouldered her way in between my sister’s and the line of brothers to Georgia’s back, snapping on gloves as she went.
She got there just in time to catch my first child. A boy.
I had a fucking boy!
“It’s a boy!” I whooped as the very pissed off infant started squalling.
The lady doc turned to me and plopped my kid down in my arms, and I didn’t see the gunk and yick on him. I saw his scrunched up face. His skin coloring that matched mine. The black hair that was also from me. The lips, though. Those were all Georgia. Every last bit.
A shirt was passed over to me, and I wrapped my first born son in a KPD SWAT shirt, courtesy of Downy.
Luckily, I saw that he was now wearing the Under Armour with his Kevlar vest over that.
I cleaned my son’s face with the corner of what I guessed to be a sleeve, but he was positively swallowed in the shirt, only making him all the cuter.
“Oh, God. It’s back again,” Georgia moaned, bringing my attention back to my wife.
This baby had much the same color hair as the one in my arms, and slipped out much, much faster than his brother.
As in, practically shot out of Georgia like a fucking jet propelled rocket.
“Jesus,” was echoed by not just the doctor, but my mother, and sisters as well.
The doctor caught him, though, cradling him awkwardly in her arms as she handed that one to me as well.
Another shirt landed in my arms and Nina, who was on my right, covered the baby with the shirt, wrapping him up and placing him back in my arm on the other side of the screaming one.
This one, though, was much more laid back.
He had my black hair, and skin tone, but Georgia’s nose and eye shape.
Neither baby had their eyes open, so I couldn’t tell on eye color yet, but I knew they’d be beautiful.
When I looked up again, I saw the doctor back between Georgia’s legs, and I started to get nervous. However, Nikki saw my panic and started to laugh, which caught Georgia’s attention.
“What are you laughing at?” She asked tiredly.
Nikki laughed. “The look on his face when he thought there was another one in there.”
Georgia smiled a serene smile, all the sass that she’d had earlier completely gone. What was left was exhaustion and a calmness that I hadn’t seen on her in quite some time.
“Nicolas?” Georgia asked.
I moved closer to her and squatted down so she could see the tiny little lives we’d created together. “Yes, baby love?”
And without cracking even a smile she said, “You left those in my vagina.”
I kissed her nose. “Yes, I most certainly did.”Chapter 22A good day is when everyone gets to go home.
-T-shirt
Georgia
I covered my eyes as my brothers, yet again, replayed all the horrid things I’d said not only during my wedding ceremony, but as I was delivering my children as well.
“If you don’t turn that off, I’m going to shove that iPhone up your fuckin’ ass,” Nico said with a deadly calm voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I opened my eyes and smiled at my husband.
For the first time in nearly an hour, he wasn’t holding one of our children.
He hadn’t given them up except to receive baths and be weighed before he had them back in his arms again.
Now his mother had one and his father had the other.
He was laying down next to me, but trying not to touch me so he didn’t wake me.
Talking quietly to his mother, he looked down at me when he saw my eyes were on him.
“Hey, niña. You feelin’ okay?” He asked.
I took stock of my body.
It felt like I’d been hit by a Mack Truck.
I grimaced and shifted, moving so I could put my head against his chest. “I’ve felt better.”
My admission caused Lolita to smile. “I remember when my Nicolas was born. He ripped me from my anus to my…”
“…mom! Nobody wants to hear about that!” Nikki yelled from her perch by the door.
I visibly shivered. I wasn’t into listening about anus rippage either. That sounded painful.
“He was so hard to push out too. You’re lucky your babies were only six pounds. Nico was nearly nine pounds and I was in labor with him for sixty hours. Then I pushed for nearly six. Just imagine if they would’ve let me do the others vaginally!”
“They would’ve come shooting out like a cork from a wine bottle under pressure,” Sol laughed lightly.
Lolita narrowed her eyes at him, and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips. “Oh, God. That’s horrible.”
