Carl: Caveman Instinct series 2.5 (11 page)

Baby Love

Annabelle

So I’d gone from being able to keep nothing down and barely eating anything, to eating every three hours or so. I was massive. At thirty-eight weeks pregnant with twins I was over ready to have these babies.

Carl was driving me crazy. He was over helpful. I couldn’t even pee without him outside the bathroom door checking if I needed help. I mean who the hell needed help to pee? I was to the stage of begging him to go to work just so he’d leave me alone. My mother practically moved herself in and I had bodyguards that never left my side. I was sooo ready for these babies to come out.

“Go to work. Trust me when I tell you, you don’t need to be at home with me. Not only do I have mum, but one of your brothers’ wives is bound to come over.” I couldn’t get rid of his family either. At least once a day I got a visit from one of his family members. I knew everyone meant well, but I was starting to crave alone time.

“I can’t leave you now. You’re so close. What if you go into labor and I’m not here?” I pushed Carl out of bed using my feet and baby weight.

“You have nothing to worry about. I’m only thirty-eight weeks and the way I feel I don’t think these babies want to leave.” My back was killing me. It had been hurting for days, but this morning I was in so much pain with it and I just wanted to be bloody well left alone. I intended to spend my day in the nursery sorting it out how I wanted it. I did appreciate all the help I was getting, but they wouldn’t let me do anything and kept putting things in spots where they thought was best instead of where I wanted it. I’d somehow convinced all the family to not come around today. Well, to be honest I’d lied my arse off, telling my mum that Gillian was coming over, and I’d told Gillian and my other sisters-in-law that my mother was spending the day with me. I’d even convinced Carl that someone would be with me today.

‘I don’t want to leave you.” He tried to get back into bed but I sat up and held my hand out.

“No, you need to go to work. You’re going to have six weeks parental leave when the babies are born. Go save lives. I’ll be fine. The family is coming over. I won’t be alone.” I felt a tingle of guilt when he frowned, his head went down and his shoulders drooped. He looked like a kid who’d just had his favorite toy taken away. I almost gave in and told him he could stay home, but no, I turned away and gathered myself. ‘
Be strong,’
I repeated over and over in my head.

“Fine,” he huffed and stomped to the bathroom.

Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the quiet. The shower turned on and I wiggled myself out of bed. Stretching, I groaned when a sharp pain stabbed across my stomach. “No, no, no,” I whispered as I glanced at the bathroom and listened to hear the shower still on. “Do not start anything now. I’m finally get a breather from your daddy. One more day. I need a day to myself,” I begged. I had no idea if my babies were listening, but I was determined to have today to myself.

Moving slowly, I made my way to the shower. Leaning against the bathroom sink I watched Carl in the shower. God, he was so hot and even in pain I become horny. Steam rose and the shower screen fogged but I could see the outline of his muscular back. Tempted to join him, I lifted his shirt I wore over my head and slipped out of my panties, but I hesitated. If I got in there with him he’d never leave for work. If I got in with him, I’d rub myself against him and he’d carry me back and we’d end up making love. Carl loved my pregnant body and told me a least three times a day how beautiful he thought I was and how much he loved me growing with his children.

“Do you want me to turn the water off honey?” He turned and I smiled. Even with the fogged screen I could see his cock was rock hard.

Mmm, I loved his body. He opened the screen and I groaned in appreciation, beads of waters slid down his muscles and I waddled to him. Unable to help myself, my fingers ran over his wet chest and I rubbed up against him.

“Honey, if you continue I won’t be going to work. You’re so beautiful.” He ran his hands over my stomach.

Crap, I was so horny but I wanted, no needed, time on my own. “Argh, fine.” I pushed him out of the shower.

He laughed as he stumbled back out. Closing my eyes I dunked under the spray and enjoyed a couple of minute’s peace as the hot water hit my skin. I opened my eyes as pain unlike anything I’d ever felt pulsed across my stomach. “Ooohh please. I was going to have a day to myself.” I begged my babies again. “Come on, babies. One more daaaayyy,” I screamed as I fell to the floor. The pain was excruciating.

“Annabelle, honey!” Carl came rushing in and I sat on the shower floor. He stepped into the shower, soaking his suit pants. His shirt, still unbuttoned, clung to his skin. His hand came to my stomach and he growled, “How long has this been going on?”

“Only twice.” Even I could hear the strain in my voice.

“Annabelle, you’re pregnant with twins. Labor can start in different forms. You need to tell me if anything starts happening.”

I groaned, when another sharp pain radiated through. “Okay, I need the hospital,” I rasped out between pants.

He picked me up and cradled me in his embrace. “Rafe,” he yelled. “It’s time.” He kissed my forehead. “I love you honey.”

“I love…argh.” I yelled as another sharp pain stabbed across my stomach.

Carl picked up his pace. “Honey you need to hold out until we get to the hospital. They have everything there. Keep your legs crossed.”

“Carl!” I screeched. “You did not just tell me to me to keep my legs crossed. You’re a friggin’ doctor,” I panted.

When he didn’t say anything but kissed my forehead, I knew today was going to be a long painful day.

* * * *

Carl

Holy shit! “Put it back.” I stared down at the baby girl, my daughter. This wasn’t right. Silvermans didn’t have girls. But there was no mistaking the girl was a Silverman or that she was mine. She had my brown eyes, my dark hair, and her skin was my olive color.

Dr. Bay laughed. “She can’t be put back now, Dr. Silverman. You have a gorgeous baby girl.” I shot a glare her way.

“Carl,” Annabelle screamed. “Where’s my baby?”

I took my daughter from the nurse when she’d finished weighting, cleaning, and wrapping her in a blanket. Slowly I walked back over to Annabelle, who lay back in a sat up position on the bed panting and covered in sweat. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. My baby girl was my first born. Oh God, what had happened? Fuck, oh no. Did that mean I could have another girl? Holding my baby girl, I carefully showed her to Annabelle.

“She’s so beautiful,” she sighed. “Look what we made. She’s an angel.” She gave a strained smile to our daughter. She was supposed to be having a break before she birthed our second child, but I could see she wasn’t getting one. Her stomach was tight. Annabelle hadn’t taken her eyes of our daughter since I brought her over. “Her name should be Angelica. Angel for short.”

I nodded, willing to agree to any name to make Annabelle happy now. She was beyond amazing to give birth to my babies. I stared down at my baby girl, studying her tiny features. Annabelle was right, our daughter was stunning. Shit! I was going to end up in jail. I would kill any boy who went near my baby. She did look like a beautiful angel. “Angel it is.”

Annabelle moaned and gazed up at me. “I love you.” She then looked at Angelica. “Love you, Angel.”

Both my girls were stunning, mother and daughter. I was so screwed. I prayed. I prayed like I’d never in my life. “Please, please, dear God. Just one girl. My other children have to be boys. Please. I’ll donate more money to charity and be more involved with my family. Please.”

“Fucking hell Carl, you better not be Goddamn praying that you only have one friggin’ girl, while I’m about to give birth to another of your babies!” she panted.

I didn’t even answer her, because I didn’t think she’d appreciate me saying, “Hell yes.” So instead I rested the baby across her naked chest. Leaning down, I kissed Annabelle’s forehead. “You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you.”

She groaned. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t honey.”

“Argghhh, yes, yes I do,” she screamed. I took my little angel off her chest as she heaved and yelled, “You! You did this!” She sat up and bore down. She’d been nasty like this when she delivered Angelica only ten minutes ago. There was less swearing this time.

“You’re doing great Annabelle,” Dr. Bay, who’d been quiet said as she settled herself between Annabelle’s spread legs. “You’re going to start pushing again. When I say start, bear down.”

Hugging my daughter close to me, I watched as my wife breathed in and out at a quick pace.

“Okay, I need you to bear down, in three, two, and one.” I inched closer and watched as Dr. Bay helps Annabelle bring my other baby into the world. A penis. Thank the lord, I see a penis.

“A boy!” I cheer before the nurses or the doctor can say what the baby is. The nurse places my boy straight on Annabelle’s chest. He was all his mother’s looks, with the light hair, big blue eyes, and creamy white skin.

“My boy,” Annabelle whispered. “My baby boy.”

“Perfect honey. You did amazing. Thank you. I love you.”

Tears ran down Annabelle’s cheek as she beamed down at our son. “Hi, mummy’s boy. Oh Carl, look what we made, they’re both so perfect.”

I nodded, speechless. I had two wonderful, perfect children. The nurse took my boy from Annabelle and he cried loudly at how unhappy that made him. I walked over and watched as they cleaned, weighted and wrapped him before bring him back to Annabelle. He screamed the whole time until they placed him back against Annabelle’s chest again. Well, if that wasn’t a statement of things to come, I didn’t know what was.

“Jake. He looks like a Jake.” Annabelle smiled at me.

Leaning down, I rested Angelica’s head on Annabelle and gazed at my son. Jake. I liked it. Short, but strong. “Angelica and Jake. I like it honey. I love you. Thank you for these two.”

“I love you too, Carl.”

Fraternal twins, one a girl and one boy. What a lucky man I was.

* * * *

My family all sat in the waiting room. I came out excited to show them babies. “I have a boy…” I waited until they all stood and added. “And I have a girl.” Everyone, but Jade and Bailey froze.

Andrew was the one who broke the silence. “Well fuck. Do you think the curse is broken?”

“I bet the girl thing is because you’re old.” Oakley’s eyes widened. “Holy crap, does that mean if we don’t find our mates until we’re old like you we’ll have daughters too?” My nephews turned a sickly shade of white. They realized what a girl meant. What a daughter meant.

The look of horror on not just Oakley’s face but most of my other nephews would have been funny if I didn’t wonder myself if what Oakley said was true. Did I have a girl child because I didn’t find my soulmate until I was in my mid-forties?

“I hate to say it, but Oakley might be right. Maybe an effect of finding my mate so late in life is that I get a daughter.”

“Oh fuck that,” Andrew growled. “I’m not having any daughters. I don’t want the problems you’re going to have in fifteen or so years.” Crap, how the hell did my youngest nephew become so right? “So much for the idea of finding my mate so late in life so I don’t have to work as hard because she’ll feel the curse, too.” Andrew glared at me. “Thanks, Uncle Carl. You just ruined that.” He stormed away and Oakley and a couple of the others followed.

Duncan chuckled. “I bet they all realized now they have a girl cousin they’ll have to start to think about how they treat woman.”

“I think this is awesome.” Jade added. Stephan groaned behind her, but pulled her against him.

“Does this mean I could have a girl?” The excitement in Bailey’s voice had us all turning to her. Richard was behind her his hands resting over her belly and shaking his head.

“Hell no,” he snarled. “One Silverman female is more than enough.”

Ryder smirked. “Looks like we need you to have your baby to see if what we think is true. If it’s a girl maybe the curse is broken. If it’s a boy, we might have learnt a little about the curse and how it affect us as we get older.”

Gillian clapped her hands. “Oh this is so fantastic.” Her eyes were so bright they practicality sparkled. “I get to buy baby girl clothes.” She turned to Carol and Evelin and said two words. “Shopping. Tomorrow.” She then turned back to me. “Now hand that little Angel over to Aunt Gillian.” I didn’t even get the chance to reply. Gillian went to the crib and picked Angelica up. Jade picked Jake up and I stood back and watched my family. I was so lucky. Not only did I have an amazing family, but I had a wonderful wife and two perfect children.

Life was good.

Excerpt from
Ryder
- coming later this year

Chapter one

Divinity

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out as I told myself not to whack my idiot brother upside that empty damn head of his. “You couldn’t for once in your life just keep your frigging mouth shut?” I grumbled.

Arron shrank down in the emergency room hospital chair, holding the icepack over his broken nose, as I held the other icepack over what I was sure would be a broken wrist.

“I promised dad I could look after you this time. You’re seventeen years old. Dad shouldn’t have to hire a bloody nanny to keep you in check while he’s on deployment.”

“I don’t fucking need a nanny or my sister, who is only four damn years older than me, to babysit me.” His fierce dark brown eyes almost looked black as Arron glared at me.

“Ha, while right now you just shit all over that, because I, your sister, who is only four damn years older than you, had to leave my new job so I could pick my brother up from school, and take him to emergency room, because he got in a fight at school, with not one guy, but two.” Arron’s cheeks tinged with red. I sighed. Arron wasn’t one to fight people for no reason. He was a good kid and even though he used to hang out with the wrong crowd, he wasn’t one to start fights. “What did you get in a fight over anyway? We haven’t even been here for three months.”

“I hate it here. Why did we have to move again? You could have stayed in Darwin. You’re old enough to be on your own. You finished Tafe and had your apprenticeship. I would have happily stayed there with you.”

I could have stayed, but my dad needed me. Arron needed me, even though he thought he didn’t. We’d lived in Darwin the last five years. The army base was a big one and my dad went where the army told him. I’d finished high school in Darwin and had made some great friends. When dad told me he was being transferred he said I could stay and finish my apprenticeship, but I knew he needed me and there were a lot of job options for me in Brisbane. Arron hadn’t wanted to leave and had begged to stay. I knew one of the reasons why my dad jumped at the transfer was because he didn’t like my brother’s friends. So three months ago we moved to Brisbane, Queensland. I loved it here straight away. I even had friends who had moved down here to go to Uni or get jobs. There wasn’t much to do in Darwin and there were so many more options here. I had gotten a job at a hairdresser’s soon after we moved here just before Christmas.

“Arron you know why.” Arron had been pissed when dad explained one of the reasons they were moving was because he didn’t like his friends or his behavior. “Dad wouldn’t have let you stay with me in Darwin anyway. He wants you with him.”

“He’s not even around to care.”

I winced at the pain and truth in his voice. “He’s only away for four more weeks. Then he’s back for at least six.” Leaning over I hugged my brother. I loved Arron. He was all I had besides my father. Our parents had been foster children and met at a group home event. When my mother died eight years ago from a brain tumor, my dad fell apart and sank all his energy into his work, rising in the army ranks and taking any deployment they offered. We had a nanny until I turned eighteen. Then I took over and it became just me and Arron most of the time. “He cares. I care.” I kissed his forehead. “Wanna tell me now why you got into a fight?”

Arron’s face turned bright red and he groaned. “I can’t stand these rich kids. There’s these two Silverman guys, who think their shit doesn’t stink.” His shoulders dropped. “I ignore them most of the time, but um…er… fuck, they saw you this morning when you dropped me off to school and I forgot my bag and you came back and got out of the car. One of them took a frigging photo of you, and well, let’s just say he wasn’t being very respectful.”

Reaching over I hugged my brother again. “I love you Arron. Thanks for being protective, but I’m a big girl. I can handle a little boy.” I winked at him. “I’m my father’s daughter after all.” Our dad had drilled into us from an early age that we needed to learn how to protect ourselves. I’d taken self-defense class every year from age eight and Arron was an awesome boxer, but he’d never used his skills outside of the ring until today. I even did some boxing classes myself and loved it. Boxing was my relax time. It was also something that helped me to meet and make new friends wherever we moved.

Arron laughed and relaxed back against the chair. “Do you think if dad hears about this he’ll stop Micky teaching me? He’s one of the things I actually like about moving down here. He reckons I should enter some comps. He says I have a killer right hook.”

Even though my brother held an icepack over his nose, I could see the smile on his face as he talked of his new boxing coach Mitchel, Micky. Arron’s old coach had referred him to Micky and I couldn’t deny that Arron did love his new coach and had improved in leaps and bounds.

“Nah, I won’t tell him. I’d be more worried about Micky finding out you got into a fight. You know his rule. No fighting unless it’s in the ring.”

Arron went white, his eyes went wide and I saw fear. “You don’t think he’d stop training me?”

I shook my head. “Nah. Don’t worry I’ll talk to him.” Arron visibly relaxed. I’d do anything for my brother and he knew he could always count on me. If boxing made Arron happy, I’d do anything to make sure Micky understood what had happened and didn’t kick him out of his program.

Getting comfortable in the chair for what, by the looks of the packed emergency room, was going to be a long wait, I grabbed my iPad, opened my Kindle app, and started reading.

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