Page 15 of Double the Fun
“Oh yeah. She’s going to love you.” I pull her down into my lap and kiss her softly. “I think she is going to be as happy for me as I am for her.” It’s my way of telling her where this is all going. I run my hands up the side of her body under her shirt. Harley always wears the best shirts, this one has two little strings that are tied behind her back and happen to hold her shirt together.
I pull them and am gifted with the sight of her sweet, full breasts waiting for my attention. I spend the next couple of hours making love to her, trying to show her with my body how much she means to me. We’re cuddling when her phone rings and it takes us a couple of minutes to find out where her jean shorts were thrown with the phone in one of the pockets.
I half listen to the conversation she is having with who I guess is my brother since she calls the other person ‘brother dear’. I lay and trail my fingers up and down the curve of her hip as she talks to him. I like the whole brother thing. I wonder if she did that on purpose or if it’s something she did subconsciously.
“Sick?” She sits up and I start actively listening. Is Harper sick? Does she need us to come get her and Cade so we can take them to the hospital? I move to the edge of the bed and grab my boxers just in case we are needed. “Oooh.”
A small smile stretches across Harley’s mouth.
“Cade. Cade, calm down. She’s not sick. No. I said ‘oooh’ not that she’s sick. But the two of you will have to start looking for a doctor soon.”
I can practically hear my brother on the phone.
“What happened three weeks ago, dear future brother?” She turns to me and gives me a big grin. And I can guess what is wrong with Harper all of a sudden. My eyes go to Harley’s waist as she continues to talk to my brother. Do I dare hope? “Hey babe, look up the symptoms for being overly tired, moody, and a missed period for me if you don’t mind.”
I grab my own phone and start typing. I tell her the first thing that pops up, “Menopause?”
“No, it’s not menopause. Are you serious right now?”I turn the phone so she can see what I’ve pulled up. It legit says it could be menopause or some kind of tropical virus. My brother gains her attention again. “Oh yeah. She would be finishing up with hers right now if she had it because we always get ours close together.”
Shit! She got her period. Hope leaves me and my heart sinks low. I won't be disappointed we're not there yet. Then I remember. Harley isn’t on her period right now. I would know, I spent the better half of the afternoon with my mouth on her pussy.
“OH MY GOD!” She drops the phone and I walk over and pick it up as realization dawns on her finally.
“Harley’s going to have to call you back, Cade. She’s, um, having some issues with some stuff.” I hang up as I look over at the stunned pale-faced Harley and can’t help but add to the shock, “Twins run in our family, babe.”
“Oh my fucking God!”
Her hand drops to her lower belly and my dick stands to salute the new mother. I push her back on the bed and come over her, peppering her mouth with kisses and sweet words. And spend the next hour taking her mind off our little predicament. Just for right now anyway.
Chapter Twelve
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Harley
I wake up and reach for Colm. He isn’t there. I crack my eyes open and stare at the window where the sun is setting outside. Shit, what am I doing? What’s become of who I was? Before I would never sleep the day away. Of course, I would never spend the night fucking it away either, so I guess the changes balance themselves out but still…
And now…the biggest change is coming. I might be…I can’t even say it. God damn it! How did this happen? How did it happen to me? I know better than to just have sex and not consider the consequences. And what about Colm? What’s going to happen once he knows for sure that we’re about to become parents? Is he going to be out, wanting nothing to do with me or the baby?
I roll over and try to tamp down the queasiness that settles in my tummy. I don’t even have a fucking job so I can take care of myself. How the hell am I supposed to take care of a baby? And my sister…she’s in love. She’s going to have a baby and a husband and I’m going to wind up all alone.
I allow myself time to cry because after the crying jag and the moment to feel sorry for myself is over, I am going to have to work my ass off to make this right. So much work and I am so tired.
The door pops open and Colm comes bouncing in like a youthful puppy and I could just throw up. “You still resting, baby, or are you ready to get up?”
I gingerly sit up and look over at him. In his hands, he has a bag. He comes over to the side of the bed and hands me the bag.“What…what is this?”
“It’s a test. No reason getting all worked up for no good reason. Let’s at least find out if there is an actual reason.”
No good reason? What does that mean? I guess it sounds like logical advice but I don’t want logic. I want someone to tell me what the hell to do now.
“Come on, firecracker. Let’s take the test.”
We read the instructions and I go into the bathroom to take the test. Even though they say the best time to do it is in the morning, I can’t wait eleven or twelve hours to find out. I need to know now.
When I open the door, Colm is standing right on the other side. He wanted to come into the bathroom with me, but I told him that wasn’t going to happen. I run my hands down the sides of my legs and try to focus on staying calm.
“I guess now we wait.”