Olivia (Babysitter’s Club 3)

I realized as I fucked her that I’d never been this happy in my life. Suddenly it hit me that my child was inside her, a part of me. She wasn’t afraid of the baby getting hurt so it was a new experience for me, being inside my woman while my child was inside her.

It added something, a whole new element to our lovemaking. And though I was more careful than usual, though I went slow it was better than anything I’d ever felt before.

“I can’t wait to make those five or six babies with you.” She cried at my words and made my heart feel full and complete. I’d come full circle.

Epilogue

RICHARD

It’s D-day. Okay first of all, the wedding. She was about four and a half months and starting to show on our big day. Her pregnancy seemed to give her family an added excuse to go crazy.

The four hundred turned into five and my guys were in culture shock. I’ve never seen their mouths hanging open that much, and it takes a lot to get a rise out of them.

I’m thinking it was the grandeur of the reception hall or country club I should say, where the reception was held.

Or it could’ve been the envelopes stuffed with money that I was told was tradition. Not to mention the mountain of gifts that filled one room. Her father refused to give me a roundup number for the price tag of the whole shindig. It was none of my business he said.

These people, when they say family, they mean that shit. My kids were treated like royalty, my guys the men who worked and played with me, were flown in on the private jet and put up in a villa that belonged to somebody I’m not sure who, and spoiled rotten.

We stayed with her parents of course and I saw where she got the idea of an eight-bedroom house. The shit was even bigger than ours. Talk about opulence. Everything was marble or gold.

Her father has a ten-car garage, need I say more. And uncle Sal, he seemed to take it upon himself to make sure those stuffed envelopes didn’t hold chump change.

I had to threaten to tell his wife about the bike we’d snuck in for him when we arrived if he didn’t stop harassing the guests with his shit. “That’s low nephew. I see you’ve been taking lessons from the rest of these knuckleheads.”

If he was talking about my new brothers and cousins in law, he wasn’t too far off the mark. Within six weeks of our first meeting, I had a bike shop in Jersey.

Not only was I set, but my guys who had hung in there with me through the green times and the lean were finally standing on firm ground. That pleases me more than anything else.

Now there was talk of opening more stores in other places. That Junior is a businessman down to his toes.

The reception had been a loud, boisterous mess but I’d never seen so many happy people in one place. With this bunch as long as you were accepted by one, it seems they all took that shit for granted and just opened their arms.

I had more bike orders by the end of the night than I knew what to do with. Until my mother in law threatened to scalp the next one who brought up business on her daughter’s big day.

My father in law who’d had few conversations with me took the opportunity to let me know what he’d do to me if I fucked with his kid, or his grandkids, which seemed to include my first two. If that was the face he showed Melissa’s dad no wonder they were running scared.

That was about five months ago. Since then we’d settled into a routine in our new home, with her finishing up her last semester and getting big as a barge with her pregnancy.

Now she was looking at me with wide frightened eyes because she finally realized that to have this kid she had to go through labor. Women!

“Rich, I can’t.” I didn’t laugh when she got back into bed and pulled the covers over her head, announcing that she wasn’t doing the whole labor thing.

“If I could do it for you baby I would, but I can’t. Now let’s go, the doctor’s already waiting at the hospital.” Along with her family and mine who’d gotten the call fifteen minutes ago.

They’d come into town the day before, which had been her original due date. They refused to stay at the house which they claimed might be too stressful for her even though we begged. Though they’d stayed until the early morning before heading back to the inn.

“Come on baby, let’s go meet our little one.” We didn’t know what we were having though she insists it’s a boy. Me, all I wanted was healthy.