Noelle (Babysitter’s Club 4)

The blood heated beneath my skin as it finally dawned on me that I’d done it. I’d fought fate and won. For the first time in any of our existences we were finally having a wedding night.

I made love to her with my mouth until her juices burst forth on my tongue, and still it wasn’t enough. Even as she cried out sending a nest of birds flying into the night, I didn’t let up.

When she tugged at my head and wrapped her legs tight around my head, I drove my tongue deeper inside her.

Only when my jaw grew tired did I raise myself up over her. And with our eyes held, eased into her welcoming body.

“My wife!” The words were like throwing gasoline on fire. Even as I warned myself to go slow, to be careful with her, and our children, I couldn’t hold back.

As the night breeze blew around us and her mouth fed hungrily on mine I surged into her over and over again, bringing her to completion as I swallowed her lusty cries.

“Again, cum for me again!” The sight of her round stomach between us, her much fuller breasts that were already filling with milk to feed my sons, her eyes that shone in the moonlight. They all worked against me and I was cumming way too soon.

We stayed the night under that tree loving each other. After the second time I’d put her on her knees and taken her a little roughly as she cried out and urged me on.

And after she’d rested for a bit, I sat her on my cock and let her ride me until she grew too tired to go on. Then I flipped her onto her back and drove into her until I spilled my seed for the fourth time that night.

“You’ve drained me you greedy wench.” She slapped my chest playfully and rested her head on my shoulder. “Happy?” I kissed her hair and drew her in closer.

“Happier than I’ve ever been.” We dozed off in each other’s arms until I woke a little while later to go back to the house.

The day had gone better than even my greatest expectations. Now to await the birth of my sons and start the next chapter of our lives.

Epilogue

CALLAN

“Push Noelle!” My voice was growing hoarse with the same refrain. It had been hours since her labor began and she was fading fast. My sons were proving stubborn this time around.

She’d decided as I knew she would on a home birth and I’d seen nothing wrong with the idea since this is the way she’d always done it. But she’d never labored this hard and this long to bring my children into the world.

The midwife and her assistant were doing their best to help her along. My mother and her parents, along with Ella and Priscilla, as well as her friend Amy were all downstairs waiting.

I alone was in the room with her, holding her hand and coaching her along with my heart in my lungs. Things had been quiet the last few months since we returned from our honeymoon.

A few weeks after our return Trudy had been admitted to an asylum. She’d returned to the house upon hearing of our wedding and the fact that Noelle was now Isabelle’s mother.

This had sent her into an uncontrollable rage. I’d called her father to come get her from my home, but by the time he arrived the next day it was too late.

Just as her sister had in the past, she’d tried to set the house on fire. The guard who’d been tasked with watching her every move had stopped her in time, but by the time the authorities showed up she was babbling incoherently.

It was decided that she had lost her mind and as her one time brother in law, and knowing that her family’s finances weren’t what they once were, I took it upon myself to pay for her care.

She’ll never see the light of day again, I’ve made sure of it. With her finally out of the way, there was really nothing else standing in our way. Except it now seemed like she wouldn’t survive the birth of our children. I won’t let that happen.

“Look at me Noelle, only me. Do you remember how happy you were the first time you held our sons in your arms?”

I didn’t care if the others in the room heard me, or if they were left in confusion, my only interest was in my wife and bringing her through this ordeal.

She nodded her head weakly as I wiped the sweat from her brow. “Do you remember the feel of their hair under your hands, how you used to marvel at how soft they were?”

“Can you see their little faces, so like mine?” She panted and pushed, her eyes locked on mine as I kept talking to her. I don’t recall half of what I said, but it seemed to be working.