Life's Perfect Plan (The Life Series) (22 page)

During my three day stay in the hospital Jacob hired a moving crew. Along with the help of my mother and father, they packed up my entire house. Anything of Grant’s or his and mine together was packed up and sent to a storage unit for me to go through when I was ready to deal with it. Jacob didn’t feel it was right to bring anything of Grant’s into “our” home which I agreed too. Jacob has been to the new house and to oversee the placement of furniture and belongings. I haven’t been to the new house yet but I want to go. I’m anxious to do something other than what I’ve been doing, but in all actuality I’m nervous. We still don’t have a buyer for my house, so it sits empty. Just as I have grieved and said my goodbyes to Grant and our past, I know I need to go say goodbye to the house one last time. I’m sure it is the first thing I’ll do once I’m ready to leave the hospital … another check mark on my life plan.

Oh where do I begin? We are a couple weeks into June and if I thought my life was a rollercoaster before, I was dead wrong. I’m in a category five hurricane, with nothing to hang on to. Ten days after we signed for the new house, I had the courage to go to my old house and say goodbye. I went alone with an air mattress in tow and decided to stay the night. I had a good cry, and the solitude did me some good. I thought a lot of the past and the memories the house held. I slept on the living room floor, but spent many moments sitting in each room. I believe I did more talking to Grant in that one night than I have in the past nine months. Locking the door to that house, I walked down the driveway one last time. Once I got into my truck I stared at the front of the house and said my final goodbye to my past with Grant. I pulled out my phone and took one last picture of the house. With the house in view and the sun was starting to rise over the roof top, I burst out in laughter. Knowing that Grant was giving me another sign. He was saying his goodbye with me.

That morning I met Jacob at our new home. I wanted to see the progress that was being made. He and my parents have done so much. My parents are still here, they have made the small “in-law” suite above the garage their new living quarters, which is what I intended for it to be. My mother surprised me with presents for the boys. I sat on the couch as I watched her bring out three boxes.

“Elizabeth, here you go. I made these for the boys and I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and did it.”

I give her this perplexed look of confusion.

“What are you talking about, mom?”

“I went through Grant’s things and made something for the boys. I thought this would mean more than his items sitting in a box.”

She sits next to me with her hand on my knee. I slowly start to unwrap the present that says Evan’s name. I open the box and I inhale air into my lungs, but my body has somewhat forgot to exhale.

“Breathe, baby girl, it’s alright. If it’s too much pack it up and give it to them when they’re older.”

I pull out the handmade blanket made with Grant’s clothing. My mother has made a patch work quilt of Grants clothing. In the center of the blanket is a picture of Grant on his Harley. She even has patch worked motorcycles, in between his clothing. At the top she hand stitched Evan’s name and date of birth. I pull it to my chest and bury my face in the quilt.

My mother’s hand is rubbing my back, waiting patiently for a response from me. I pull my face out of the quilt, and fall into her for a hug. I whisper in her ear, “This is the most beautiful, treasured gift ever. Words can’t describe how thankful I am for these blankets for my boys. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby girl. I’m so glad you love it. I was terrified you would be so upset with me about what I did to his clothing.”

“I could never be upset. You gave them the best gift ever of their father.”

I open up Grant and Cole’s blanket. They are somewhat similar, but with different patterns to them. My mother must have worked night and day to make these. I wrap them up and place them back in the box. I don’t think I want the boys to use them now, but when they do ask about their father, I will have something to pull out and show them.

I don’t stay at the new house long. It feels awkward not having the boys or the dogs there yet. It doesn’t feel like home. So in the meantime, I have taken up residence up at the Ronald McDonald house. It is across the street from the boys. So I can come and be with them whenever I want. It works out great, because I see more of Jacob, too.

I’m informed that the boys will be going home on Sunday, depending on if they pass their car seat test. They have been in the hospital for 4 weeks, and I can’t wait to bring them home. I walk into their room, and see them all in a crib sleeping with one another. Once they were able to keep their body temp in check the nurse put them back together. She informed me that multiples want to be bundled together. They do much better that way. On top of their crib is a 5x7 card stock paper with the boys’ foot print, and a sweet Father’s Day poem, about one day filling their daddy’s shoes and walking in his footsteps. I feel wetness forming behind my eyes. The boys will be coming home on Jacob’s first Father’s Day. I take the card stock paper off their crib and place it in my purse. I want to surprise Jacob with these poems. I have an idea in my head of what to get Jacob. I don’t know if I can out do my gift that he gave me for Mother’s day, but I hope it’s close. For Mother’s day he got me a mother’s ring with three emeralds in a platinum setting. It is the most beautiful stone ring I have ever seen.

Sunday morning arrives, Father’s day. Jacob and I are lying in bed talking about what we are going to do. We are embracing each other and I don’t want to move from this bed. I know after today our lives are forever changed. We have only a few hours to think of ourselves. Our plan is not to leave until the hospital calls and tells us when the babies will be discharged.

Jacob rolls onto his side. I can feel he is hard for me. We kiss. I moan into his mouth at his amazing kisses. I am so turned out right now. Jacob’s lips part leaving my mouth, trailing over my chin, down the line of my throat. I arch my neck, offering him better access. While his tongue flicks and teases, I slowly slide my hand down his rock hard abs to his shaft. I slowly clench and stroke his cock. He moans into my neck. I can hear his breathing change. He pushes me onto my back and cups my breast. My beaded nipples press into his hot palms and when he caresses, shock waves of desire shoot straight to my core.

His mouth moves back up, his lips lightly kissing me, “I need you Elizabeth, I’m going to devour and consume you. I am not leaving this bed until I have touched, licked, and kissed every inch of your body. You are so fucking amazing, you blow me away!”

I can’t talk, my brain has become unresponsive, I can’t say anything. I’m thinking that this is too soon. I need to wait for a couple more weeks, like most women. Then again he is my doctor and should know what he is doing. I’ve waited for this moment for a very long time. I’ve waited to make love to him, his skin to my skin. I’ve imagined this moment many times, and I am going to embrace it for how it comes. I pull his neck towards me and kiss him. “You make me so happy. I love you.”

“Baby, I love you!”

He slides his hand down my side across my hip and then pushes his fingers into me. I whimpered as he slowly and methodically moved his fingers into me. With him moving his finger in and out of me. I keep moving my hand up and down his shaft to the speed of his fingers. “Baby, please stop. I will be done in no time of you keep doing that. I want to come inside of you, not on your hand.”

I let go as he repositions himself over me and slides down me. His mouth is over my nipple and he starts to suck on it gently. I am in heaven. This man does things to my body where I see stars. From my nipple down to my hip bone he kisses and licks my skin. He grasps my hips, and with his forearms held my thighs down to the bed. He gives my thighs soft sweet kisses, then all of a sudden his tongue impales me. Licking and tormenting my clit, my thighs started shaking, and my core was quivering.

“Let go, Elizabeth. Come for me, I want to taste you.”

With that I bite my bottom lip to hold back the scream. I grab the sheets for dear life as I come, my body trembling fiercely, sensitive muscles constricting frantically around his merciless licking. His groan vibrates through me. I start to move, thinking he has stopped. “Don’t move, I’m not done with you. I want more!”

He returns to my clit and sucks softly, tirelessly until I climax again. I’m sweating and shaking, slowly falling back to earth. “Baby, you taste heavenly,” he whispers to me as he moves his body up. He mouth caresses my mouth.

“I can taste myself on your lips.” I mumbled to him.

“You taste good, huh?”

I nod my head as we kiss. I could spend the rest of my life just kissing this man. His palms stroke up and down my abdomen. It felt rejuvenating knowing he was feeling just me. I felt the tip of his hardening length probing intimately while his mouth continues to devour mine. Jacob is gentle, but demanding, considerate but firm. His right hand slides along my waist and hip, than he cups my ass and lifts me.

He stretches himself on top of me, placing his left forearm to the side of my head. His fingers combing through my hair, our gazes are riveted with the love we feel for one another. His eyes are dark blue and I could see his love for me trying to escape his gaze on me. “Baby, I love you so fucking much.” He mumbles to me as I feel his harden length slowly enter my slick folds. I arch my chest into him as he was filling me. Stroke after stroke the tension was building fast. “Christ … baby, you feel amazing.” I could start to feel the pleasure ripple through my core.

“Jacob … I love you.” I whisper the words as I feel my muscles start to clench down on him. He buries his face in my neck and holds me as he plunges hard and fast. Within seconds we are coming together. We cry out each other’s names and fall into one another. We’re sweating and gasping for air. We can’t talk, but words don’t need to be said, we feel it. My body pulses and tingles. His face was still in the side of my neck. We can’t move, it feels like hours we stay in this position.

“Wow, that was … incredible.” I finally say to break the silence.

“Baby, I don’t want to leave this bed. I want to be inside of you all day and night.” With that he rises up and looks at me. “My God, you are beautiful and so fucking sexy. I’m completely and madly in love with you.”

I smile at him. “You’re the sexy one.” He just laughs and rolls over.

“Let’s shower I want round two to be hot and wet.”

“You are Mr. Insatiable, now.”

“Baby, do you know how long I waited for this? You haven’t seen anything yet. We have so much to make up for.”

With that he was on top of me, kissing and touching. “Alright, hot stuff, let’s get you hot and wet.” I say as I slide off the bed and shake my ass in front of him as I walk to the bathroom. Seconds later, I hear him running after me. I squeal as his picks me up and spins me around.

“I love to see you smile and to hear you laugh. You are beautiful, Elizabeth.”

Round two, hot, heavy, primal wet sex, took place in the shower. We are finally clean, dressed, and ready for a late breakfast. While at breakfast, we’re called by the boys’ nurse saying that they are ready for discharge. I hang up the phone and smile to Jacob. “We can bring our boys home.” I say, as I place the phone back in my purse. I pull out his present and place it in front of him. “Happy Father’s Day! I had no clue what to get since this was my first time shopping, but I promise to make it better next year. Thank you for taking on such a huge roll and being there for our boys. They are so lucky to have you as their daddy.”

For once Jacob is shocked. I can see the complete confusion and utter loss for words on his face. “I don’t know what to say, baby. You know I love those boys as if they are my blood. I would do anything for them and I promise to be the best daddy I can be.” He blows me a kiss and starts to open his gift. He opens it and the biggest smile spreads across his face. “This is the best gift ever. I’ll put it on my desk at work. Thank you, baby, I love it!” He keeps staring at the 5x7 picture frame that has surfboards on one side and palm trees on the other. In the middle is a picture of the boys. I got onesies for the boys, each with a different surf saying. Grant is wearing a light blue one that says, ‘I’d rather be surfing’ and Evan has on a white one that says ‘Daddy’s Lil Surfer’ and Cole has a mint green one that says ‘Crawl, Walk, Surf in that order’.

The waitress brings us the check and Jacob holds up the picture frame. “See my sons, aren’t they beautiful?”

The waitress looks at the picture. “Triplet boys, wow, you are one lucky daddy. Happy Father’s Day, sir.”

He turns around and exclaims “I love you!”

Seeing his priceless smile, I hand him the poems that the nurses made with the boys foot prints. He just smiles. He stands up and walks to pull me out of my chair.

“How will I ever thank you for giving me the most precious gift ever? I’m a father because you gave me a chance. You took a chance on the love I have for you. Thank you, Elizabeth, from the bottom of my heart.”