Thank you, Christmas

“No, Angel. We both have a reason to say thank you and we show our appreciation to one another, right under the tree, surrounded by wrapping paper and lights.EpilogueAnaThree Years Later“Jami...hurry. You know they can always sense when you're satisfying me. Little rugrats. Always manage to intercede.” I say referring to our twin boys Jami Junior (JJ) and Alan. Somehow, they have ‘mommy and daddy are having sex’ radar. Luckily for us, he takes me down whenever and wherever, so there are plenty of opportunities for me to get what I need. It seems I am extra horny when I am pregnant. Smack.

“Calm your greedy ass down before you hurt my daughter.” he growls holding my stomach.

“No. Fuck me, Jami. I’m achy.” I smile knowing that is going to drive him. He hates to hear I am hurting for any reason.

“Fuck Angel. You know what hearing that does to me. How the hell is it possible after pushing out two of my sons you're still tight as shit?” he asks moving faster.

“Oh God, Jami. Don’t stop.” moving my hand between my legs I begin to rub my clit, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Nothing feels better than my husband being inside of me. We fit like a bullet in a gun. Snug with friction which makes the ride all the more satisfying.

“Shit, Ana. I feel your fingers playing with your swollen nub. Rub my balls baby.” man I love when he talks dirty to me. I do as he says, screaming when his thumb enters my rosebud.

“Jami!!” I yell as that little pain pushes me over the finish line.

“Fuck. Shit. Yes!!” he says as he follows me, jets of hot liquid shooting into my cunt. He rolls us so I am on my side facing him. “Is the baby ok?” he asks, rubbing my burgeoning belly.

“She’s fine, babe. Stop worrying.” I stretch and yawn, worn out now. Mommy.

“Looks like the boys are awake. You rest. I will go get them.” He kisses me once more and walks out the room. Lying here in the bed, I reflect on all I have accomplished. I went to college online, which with twin babies was not easy, but Jamison was such a big help and amazing the whole time. I got my bachelor’s in social work. By the time I graduated four months ago I was already pregnant with this one, so I decided to put my career on hold. I am content knowing I went to school and bettered my education. I am sure I will go to work eventually, but right now; nothing is as important as my children and husband. Making sure I am home for every milestone and occasion. Jami often tells me he would support me if I decided to work and though I know he is telling the truth; this is what I want to do right now. Drifting off, I look around and smile. Throughout my childhood, I prepared myself for another year of disappointment every time the holiday came around, knowing nothing would be different. I had resigned myself to never having the life I dreamed of. The life I saw other kids have. But here I am, living my own dream, with the family I always wanted, and I have Christmas to thank. If it weren't for the Christmas Holiday dinner at the community center, Jami and I would never have found one another. So, Thank you, Christmas!EpilogueJamisonThree Years Later“Ana.” I walk around the house, curious because it's so quiet and with five kids there is no quiet. Ever. We are crazy enough to not have stopped after twins or number three. After Ana gave birth to our daughter Angelica, the following year we had Dawn and then the year after that we had Felicity. I thank God every day I got my boys first, cause my girls are every bit their mother, attitude, and all, but sweet and giving. You’d think we would finally close-up shop, but nope, she is pregnant again. This one is a boy. I think we are done. “Ana. JJ. Alan?” I continue to search the house. Huh. No one is here. Then I catch a glimpse of the backyard and see a banner hanging up. “What in the hell did she do?” Opening the patio door, I am stunned.

“SURPRISE!!!” everyone yells.

“What did you do?” I reply smiling as everyone I know is standing in my backyard for what is apparently my surprise birthday party.

“What does it look like? Trying to keep a secret from you mister is impossible.” she laughs and kisses me before everyone else begins wishing me a happy birthday. My kids run up to me hugging me.

“Happy birthday Daddy!” they all scream. On my knees, I hug my hearts, giving silent thanks for them every day.