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A Very Special Christmas

Chapter 1:

As I stepped outside, the air was cold and crisp and already smelled of snow. In the sky, grey clouds were closing in. They were calling for 2-3' of snow beginning tonight, lasting through the next two days but it didn't look like the snow was going to wait til tonight to begin. Looks like I was making my outing just in time.

I locked the door behind me and waddled out to my car, a late model Jaguar XJ sedan - an admittedly ridiculous car to have up in Maine as it's rear-wheel drive and can't handle the snow worth a damn but that's why I have my old Jeep - that thing can plow through anything however it won't cut it for me anymore, at least for awhile.

I carefully lowered myself into the driver's seat, my sweater wrapped belly filling my lap beyond capacity, my outtie navel grazing against the bottom of the steering wheel.

I was 9 months pregnant with twin boys. Twin boys who would come into the world with only one father now. My partner, Jeff had been killed by a drunk driver 7 months earlier, leaving me alone here in Maine where we had moved for his job.

Being a lawyer myself, I kept busy with work and in the two years we'd lived here I hadn't bothered to make any friends outside of work and those at work were really just acquaintances. It had never bothered me before as I always had Jeff but now that he was gone I was all alone. But soon my life would be full of noise and craziness with the arrival of the twins.

As I drove down our long twisting driveway, I remembered the first time Jeff showed me the house. It's an amazing house, built in the 1880's it's seen a lot and is always in need of work, something that Jeff used to love to do. He'd put a lot of time, along with our money into the house and it paid off but there was still always something to fix, upgrade or complete. Money wasn't an issue but I just hadn't done anything to the house since Jeff died other than complete the nursery. I just didn't have the heart to.

The drive into town was quick. School was out for winter break and most people were out of town visiting family for the holidays. I was due in 2 days, on Christmas to be exact so I wasn't going anywhere and there really wasn't anywhere for me to go anyway.

I made my way through the "old town" with it's cobblestone streets and gas lamps, each of which was currently adorned with a festive evergreen wreath. The scene was cheerful and even in my depressed mood I couldn't help but smile as I watched all the seemingly happy people rush about town to finish their holiday shopping.

The holiday atmosphere ended as soon as the cobblestones did and the paved road began. This was the new section of town where all the big chain stores were located along with offices and various businesses including the luxury car dealership, which is where I was headed.

Not surprisingly, the dealership's customer parking lot was empty. Who buys new cars two days before Christmas anyway?

I pulled right up to the door and parked. I grabbed my wallet and checkbook and carefully lifted myself out of the car. Damn thing is so low it kills my back every time I get in or out. My back would've loved me to get a new car a few months ago but of course I'd put it off til as long as I could as I'm the king of procrastination.

I waddled to the door and pulled it open. I laughed that someone at the dealership had sense of humor enough to have a BMW 3 series convertible sitting top down in the middle of the showroom.

"She's a beauty isn't she?" came a voice from behind.

With my hands braced on my lower back, in the classic pregnant stance, I slowly turned around to see who had addressed me.

"Ed, it's good to see you," I said reaching out to shake the manager's hand. He had sold me my Jag and Jeff his Bimmer, the car which he'd had his accident in.

"Evan!" Ed smiled. "It's good to see you too!" he said, shaking my hand enthusiastically. "You're looking very..." he began, fishing for the words. "Well very round at the moment!"

"That I am," I nodded, rubbing the front of my belly.

"How're you doing?" Ed asked earnestly. For a car salesman, he was really very nice. That or he was a good actor. "We were all really sorry to hear about Jeff's accident."

"I'm doing ok," I smiled slightly. "It's rough but it gets a little better each day."

"Well speaking from experience, I can tell you that kids are great for dealing with pain," Ed said. "After Emily passed away, I was a wreck, I missed her so much. I worried all the time that I'd forget her but every time I look into the kids faces, or see their mannerisms, I see her and that really helps. May not sound like it, but it really does."

"Thanks Ed," I smiled. "And thank you for sending flowers for the funeral. I apologize I didn't send out a thank you note but it was pretty rough for me at the time."

"No worries," Ed waved. "You're a valued customer here and we like to take care of you. Which leads me to, what can I do for you today?"

"I need a new car," I said. "An SUV to be exact. With the twins coming, I need something that will be easy to put them in and get them out of and something that can handle the snow."

"I think we can help you with that," Ed smiled. "I unfortunately am heading out of town in a couple of hours so I'm going to have you work with someone else. But he's excellent I promise. Almost as good as me even," he laughed. "Let me go get him and I'll be right back."

"Sounds good," I nodded.

While Ed went off to find whoever it was who was almost as good as him, I waddled around the showroom looking at the various cars. Each one was polished and shining and I could see my reflection in each car I passed. I stand at 6', have nice broad shoulders, and am in good shape, or I was until I got pregnant. I mean I still am in good shape aside from the massive mound of baby that is now my stomach. I tossled my short brown hair with my hand a couple of times, creating a few new spikes as I waited.

I heard footsteps coming on the tile floor and turned to see Ed returning with his "someone" and oh what a someone he was.

"Evan," Ed said stepping aside for other man. "This is Craig Stevens, our new assistant manager. Craig, this is Evan Anderson."

Craig stepped forward and my heat skipped a beat. He was gorgeous, most likely in his late twenties, early thirties like me, probably about 6'2", all around big guy, just like I like 'em - tall, dark, handsome and big!

"Good to meet you Mr. Anderson," he said, shaking my hand.

"You too," I smiled. "But please, call me Evan."

"Evan it is," Craig winked.

"Well you two look like you'll be ok," Ed said clapping his hands. "I've gotta run and finish getting packed and then head to the airport. Craig, take care of Evan for me. Give him the friends and family discount on whatever he wants."

"Will do boss," Craig nodded. "Have a good holiday."

"You too," Ed replied. Shaking hands with Craig. "And you," he said moving over to me. "You take care of yourself. And I wanna see some pictures of those boys as soon as you have some. You've got my email."

"I will Ed," I smiled. "And thank you for the discount, you really didn't have to do that."

"It's the season for giving," Ed smiled and waved as he walked off.

Chapter 2:

"So what are you looking for today?" Craig asked, leaning against the side of the convertible. I myself was tempted to have a quick lean on the hood but in my condition I'd probably leave a big dent.

"I need a new truck," I said. "I've got an old Jeep at home which I use when it snows but with these two almost here, I'm in need of something a little more family friendly, you know, maybe something with four doors and a permanent top?"

Craig laughed. "Well let's head outside and I'll show you what I've got. Let me just go run and get my jacket," he said as he quickly ran to his desk.

He was back in a second and walked next to me as I slowly waddled toward the door.

"Didn't you wear a jacket?" Craig asked.

"Nah, these two keep me really warm," I said, pointing to my belly. "Kind of like having a built in stove."

"Convenient for the cold huh?" he laughed. "Is this yours too?" he asked, referring to my car as we reached the door, which he thoughtfully stepped forward to open for me.

"Yep, she's mine," I nodded "Got her here a year and a half ago."

"She's nice," Craig smiled, running his big hand over the hood.

"Yeah but she's a bitch sometimes," I laughed. "Like now, she's killing my back since she's so low and she can't do anything in the snow but sit there."

"That's the price of luxury sometimes," Craig laughed. "But we've got some really nice SUVs here that I'm sure you'll like. You have any models in mind?"

"No," I said honestly. "I just know if I like the way they look and drive. Other than that, I've got nothing so any suggestions you can give me would be great."

"Well if you're looking for something good in the snow, good in anything really but still very luxurious," Craig said, beginning to walk ahead of me a little. "You'll wanna look at a Range Rover or a Land Rover."

"Oh, I like that one," I said pointing to a slate grey Range Rover.

"Wanna give it a spin?" Craig asked.

"Sure," I said, waddling up to the car and looking in the window the interior was tastefully done in a dark grey leather with chrome trim instead of wood, giving the car a more modern feel than my Jag.

"Let me just get the key out," Craig said coming up next to me. "Just need to get right up here," he said moving up in front of me to the driver's side window which held an electronic keybox, on which he typed in a code. He opened the box and retrieved the key. In doing so he elbowed me in the stomach.

"Oh I'm sorry!" he said turning around and placing his hand on the spot he'd hit. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I laughed. "I should be the one apologizing. Seems like I'm always in the way now."

"Well it is a little tight in here," Craig pointed out as we were standing between the two cars which were parked pretty close to each other to save room on the lot. It was true, my back was up against the car behind me and there was only a few inches between the Rover and my belly.

"Now I know what the boys must feel like," I smiled.

Craig laughed and moved to open the door for me. "Here's the key. Let's take it for a spin."

I took the key and got in, adjusting the seat to find a comfortable psotion. Craig in the mean time had moved around to the passenger's seat and had gotten in.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"So far so good," I grinned. "It's passed one of my tests so far, this thing is really sharp!"

"Well let's see how you like the drive," Craig said.

I pulled out of the dealership and we drove around for about fifteen minutes. The ride was great and I was sold.

"I'll take it," I said as we returned to the dealership. I just pulled right up front rather than parking it back in the lot.

"You sure?" Craig asked.

"Yep," I nodded.

"Well that was an easy sell," he said. "Damn I'm good!" he added with a wink.
"So let's go inside and do the paperwork," I said.

"Well actually no one in finance is here right now so the paperwork will have to wait."

"So I can't get the car today?" I asked, suddenly realizing that my procrastination might be coming back to bite me.

"Oh I didn't say that," Craig winked. "What I'll do is just go grab one insurance form inside real quick, have you sign it and you can take the car today. Then tomorrow I can bring you over the paperwork when someone from finance is here in the morning."

"That would be fantastic," I said.

"Cool," Craig winked. Him and his winking. It's kinda cheesy but cute at the same time. "Let me go grab the form and I'll be right back," he said, jumping out of the car and running inside.

While Craig was gone I looked over the car, running my hand over the dash, satisfied with my purchase. Craig was back in a minute, gave me the insurance form to sign, which I did and gave me the second key.

"Well you're all set I guess," Craig said.

"Oh shit!" I said slapping the steering wheel.

"What?"

"What am I gonna do about the Jag?" I laughed. "I can't really drive two cars home can I?"

"Hmm," Craig thought, rubbing his jaw. "Tell you what, if you don't tell on me, I'm gonna go inside and close up real quick and then I can drive the Jag to your house if that's ok with you and then you could give me a ride home. How's that sound?"

"That would be really helpful," I smiled. "But don't you need to come back here for your car?"

"I'm actually without a car at the moment," Craig explained. "Money's a little tight. Ed usually picks me up for work or I borrow a car from the dealership."

"That's a good perk," I said. "Well yeah if you really don't mind, that would be awesome."

"No problem at all," Craig grinned. "Give me two seconds!"

It took a little longer than two seconds but much less time than I would've guessed closing up the dealership would take. Craig walked over to my window and I handed him the key to the Jag.

"I'll follow you," he winked.

The whole ride home, which only took like ten minutes, I kept looking in the rearview mirror to make sure Craig was there. He gave me this feeling I hadn't felt since Jeff was alive - a kind of tingling, it was good. Probably just hormones though, I don't even think I'm ready to date plus who'd want to date a single guy who's about to have twins? And I don't even know if Craig's gay!

Just as we pulled into the driveway, the snow came. And as soon as it came, it came hard.
Chapter 3:

"Looks like we made it just in time," I said as Craig walked up to my window.
"Well I still need to get home," he pointed out.

"Let me make you dinner," I blurted out. "I mean you know, to thank you for being so helpful today."

"It's looking like it's gonna get pretty bad out though," he said, glancing upward.

"Yeah but you just sold me this fancy tank," I smiled patting the side of the car. "You don't mean to tell me I won't be able to get you home later do you? You said it was good in the snow!"

"Oh it is," Craig assured me. "I just don't like the idea of you having to drive home alone later tonight."

"If it gets that bad you're more than welcome to stay over. I have plenty of room," I offered. "But it's totally up to you. I can take you home now if you want."

"Eh I don't have anyone or anything to go home to so what the heck?" he shrugged. "Let's put the cars in the garage," he suggested.

"Good thinking," I agreed. "The opener's on the visor."

We pulled both cars into the garage that now with the Rover was once again full. Everytime I came out here and saw the empty spot where Jeff's car used to be, it always made me sad, which is why I usually didn't pull the cars in anymore unless it was raining or snowing or wouldn't be using them for awhile. The Jeep fit the last scenario - it being a manual, I hadn't driven it for the last couple of months as the bigger I got, the harder it was to shift.

"Nice place," Craig complimented as we entered the kitchen.

"Thanks," I said. "Let me take your coat."

"That's ok just tell me where to put it," Craig replied as he took his coat off.

"Closet's over there," I said pointing him in the general direction.

"So how old is this place?" he asked looking around.

"About 140 years old," I said before giving him a brief history of the house including everything Jeff had done in the few years we'd been here.
"Sounds like there was a lot to do," Craig nodded.

"There was," I smiled, remembering how much effort Jeff had put into our home. Even though we could've hired a small army of workers to quickly get all the work done, Jeff liked doing it himself and I liked watching my man make our house into our home. "And there's always something new to fix too," I added. "The toilet in the master bath started running yesterday. Not such a good thing trying to sleep when you hear water running all night, especially when you've got two little boys playing on top of your bladder."

"Where are your tools?" Craig asked, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up. "I'll go take a look at it and see if I can fix it. I'm pretty handy."

"Oh don't worry about it! I'm going to call a plumber tomorrow morning," I said.

"It's Christmas Eve tomorrow," Craig reminded me. "So I don't think you'd get anybody out here for at least a few days. You're making me dinner so really it's the least I can do."

"But I'm making you dinner for being so helpful today already," I laughed.

"Oh come on Evan," he rolled his eyes. "I should've offered to take you to dinner after giving me such an easy sale. So just tell me where the tools are and let me fix it."

"Well if you really want to," I smiled. "Jeff's toolbox is down the basement on the work bench. You should find whatever you'll need down there cause he had a lot of stuff."

"Cool," he winked. "Be right back!" he said as he headed for the basment stairs.

"Hey!" I called down after him. "If you want, grab a bottle of wine while you're down there."

"What's for dinner?" he yelled back.

I mentally took stock of what I had on hand in the fridge. "Poached salmon with rice and asparagus."

"Sounds yummy! Be up in a minute!"

I made my way around the kitchen gathering various ingredients, utensils and dishes to prepare the meal. I was putting water in the steamer as Craig came up the stairs, a bottle of wine in one hand and Jeff's toolbox in the other. Seeing the toolbox brought back so many memories, I had to turn away for a minute because I was afraid I might cry. Damn hormones!

"Smells good already," he grinned.

I laughed. "I haven't even started cooking yet."

"Well get to it 'cause I'm hungry!" he said, playfully snapping his fingers. "I don't know if you know, but I'm a big boy and I get pretty hungry."

"Well then you came to the right place," I said as I cut the salmon filet into two pieces. "Dinner should be ready in like 20 minutes or so."

"Well then let me leave you to it," Craig said, leaving the bottle of wine on the table. "Master bathroom you said?"

"Yeah, straight up the stairs, inside the bedroom."

"I'll find it," he winked.

As I moved around the kitchen preparing our meal, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice having someone else in the house and someone to talk to. After about 15 minutes, Craig came back down.

"Alright now I'm not kidding," he grinned. "It really does smell good!"

"Thanks," I smiled, feeling my cheeks redden slightly. "Everything should be ready in a few minutes."

"Cool, I'll just go bring the tools back downstairs and wash up a little," he said. "Oh and you're all set upstairs. It was real simple. I also oiled your bedroom door cause it was squeeking pretty bad."

"Oh man thank you!" I said, rolling my eyes. "I've been meaning to do that for ages but I've just always had something else to do."

"Well your understandably preoccupied right now," he smiled, pointing to my stomach. "Be right back!"

I was finishing plating the food when Craig came back. While he was gone I opened the bottle of wine he'd chosen, a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio, which would go great with the salmon and set a glass for him on the counter.

"You're not drinking?" he joked taking a sip.

"Actually I have a glass of wine once in awhile," I admitted. "The doctor said it's ok."

"Well then where's yours?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as he leaned against the counter across from me.

"Since I drink so little now," I said as I waddled over to the table with our plates. "I usually get a little buzzed from it and the last thing I need is to get pulled over tonight when I'm driving you home."

"Well," he said as moved to look out into the backyard through the French doors that led out to the deck. "If it keeps up like this through dinner I'm thinking you might have a house guest tonight if the offer still stands?"

"Really?" I asked, immediately hating myself for sounding way too excited.

"If you don't mind," he smiled.

"No not at all!" I grinned.

"Great," he winked. "Now let's get you a glass of wine.". He went over to the cabinets and chose the right one on his first try, pulled out a glass, poured it and handed it to me. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I smiled sheepishly. God, why did I feel like a little high school girl?!? "How'd you know the wine glasses were in there?"

"Cause that's about where I keep mine in my kitchen," he winked, then gave my stomach a gentle pat. "Good guess huh?"

I had to keep myself from jumping from the shock of his deliberate touch. Maybe there was some interest coming from him after all?
Chapter 4:

I couldn't believe it when I looked up at the kitchen clock. We'd been having dinner for nearly two hours! The conversation, along with the food might I add was vibrant and really good. I found myself really enjoying Craig's company and just listening to him talk. I guess I'd been craving some real interaction with someone, which I hadn't had since Jeff. We talked about our lives, I told him more about Jeff but oddly enough the pregnancy didn't really come up and neither did anything about his love life. Damn!

"That," I said, stifling a burp. "Excuse me, was really good if I do say so myself."

"I know I've already said it like eight times but that was beyond good," Craig said, standing from the table and reaching for my plate.

"I can get it!" I said moving to get up.

"No, no, no!" He tisked, shaking his head and picking up his own plate as well. "Let me. You really out did yourself with dinner, let me clean up and do the dishes."

"My feet do kind of hurt," I admitted glad to not have to get up.

"Just sit there and finish your wine," he smiled. "That'll help."

"Don't get me wrong," I began. "I'd love for you to stay but if you want to go home, I'm still good to drive. I don't want you to feel obligated or anything."

"Evan," he said as he worked in the sink. "I'm having a really good time. It's been awhile since I've had a friend to talk to."

Damn, a friend.

"And," he added looking out the window. "You might wanna take a look at what's going on behind you," he nodded outside.

I turned around as best I could, which I'm sure I looked ridiculous doing with the big twins and now food filling my lap and saw what could only be described as a blizzard, even by Maine standards.

"Oh shit!" I said, surprised it had snowed so much in such a short time. By my guess there was already about 6" on the ground and it was still coming down hard.

"Yeah we're not going anywhere tonight," he said, oddly enough with a smile.

"In that case," I smiled back, raising my glass. "Cheers!"

I finished the rest of my wine quickly which was about half the glass. I'd definitely feel a little buzz soon.

I sat in my seat watching Craig do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. I was a relatively neat cook so there wasn't much to do. There's that feeling you get when you watch someone you love or even just really like doing something for you, and I was feeling it as I watched Craig.

"You're thinking about him aren't you?" he asked, looking at me as he wiped off the counter. "About Jeff."

How did I answer that? I kind of was, I mean I always was, but right now I was actually thinking about Craig.

"You miss him don't you?" he asked as he returned the sponge to its place, drying his hands off on the dish towel.

"All the time," I gulped. I felt the tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
"I can only imagine," he said softly with a sweet and sincere smile. He came up behind me and gave my shoulders a gentle rub. "It'll get better."

"I know," I sighed, wiping my eyes. "It already is a little but when the twins arrive I don't know what I'm going to do?"

"You'll be ok," he assured.

"I better be," I grunted.

"You will, you'll see," he said giving me a pat on the back. "I promise."

You promise? Why would he say that? He hardly knows me! You don't make a promise to someone you don't know or one you don't know you can keep. Especially a nearly bursting, pregnant man who's all alone and extremely emotional!

Not knowing how to respond to his last statement, I changed the subject. "Enough of my emotions," I grunted as I lifted myself out of the chair. Craig was right behind me and put his hand on the small of my back to help steady me. "Thanks," I smiled. "You wanna watch some tv?"

He followed me into the great room and as I opened up the tv cabinet I could tell he was taking the room in. It was a really great room, my favorite in the house. It was kind of like the lobby of a ski lodge - large, exposed wooden rafters made up the high ceiling, and a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace anchored the far wall. The walls were painted sage green which sometimes looked brown depending on the lighting and the back wall wasn't really a wall at all but rather large windows that looked out to the backyard. The furniture was dark, heavy and masculine. I always felt good in this room, especially when lying on one of the two classic, dark brown leather couches. The couches were arranged in an L around the coffee table, on facing the tv, one the fireplace.

"This room's incredible," he said as he looked around. "It looks like a lodge or something."

"That's what I was going for," I groaned as I plopped myself down on the couch facing the fireplace.

"Something's not right though," he said, scratching his head. "Be right back."

Puzzled, I shrugged as he left the room. I flipped on the tv just in time to catch the weather. They were now calling for an additional 1-3' of snow. This was going to be a heck of a storm apparently.

I heard him before I saw him. He was pulling something in with him. I turned my head to see him walk in pulling the loaded wood cart behind him.

"I know you said you're always warm," he said as he pulled up next to the fireplace. "But it's too perfect a night not to have a fire," he said. He smiled, looking like a happy little boy. "Would you mind?"

"Not at all. I think that's a great idea."

He turned to the fireplace and squatted down, giving me a great view of his butt in his tight jeans. He worked with purpose, building a solid base for the fire. He paused for a moment, then apparently satisfied with his work, he grabbed the matches I kept on the mantle and lit the logs. He blew on the first small flame gently until the fire got going.

"There we go," he grinned, wiping his hands off on his jeans.

"Good job," I complimented. "You seem to know what you're doing there."

"I was a boy scout," he winked.

A boy scout too!

"What's on?" he asked, sitting down on the other end of my couch, closer to the tv.

"Just the weather," I said as I flipped through the channels while really watching him out the corner of my eye. "They're calling for even more snow now."

We watched the weather in silence for a few minutes, then once the channel we were watching began cycling through what they'd already said I flipped the channel. The next channel was playing "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer". I was about to change it when Craig stopped me.

"Oooh!" he said excitedly. "Can we watch this? It was my favorite as a kid and I haven't seen it in years!"

"Sure," I grunted as I tried to reach down to rub my foot which was still hurting.

"Oh that's right," he said moving closer to me. "Your feet hurt. Here," he motioned. "Put them up and I'll give 'em a rub."

Part of me knew I should say no, but I didn't. I adjusted myself so my back rested on the arm of the couch and put my feet up on the couch. Craig scooted even closer, lifting my legs onto his lap and started to rub. I moaned quietly.

"Feels good huh?" he laughed, not taking his eyes from the screen. I still didn't say anything, worried that if I did he might suddenly realize what he was doing and stop.

A commercial came on and suddenly Craig turned to me. I must've had a funny look on my face, either a look of pleasure or shock, I honestly don't know what, cause he laughed at me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing it's just, you're rubbing my feet," I shrugged.

"Yeah, so?"

"So, I dunno?" I asked hesitantly.

"You said your feet hurt," he said as he continued to rub. "And I can tell they're swollen. Is it bothering you or something?"

"No!" I nearly yelled. "No! It's not, it feels really good in fact."

"Ok, so what's the problem?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing I guess," I shrugged.

"Ok," he shrugged back.

My anxiety was broken slightly as the show came back on, and ever the guy, Craig focused his attention back to the tv. But he didn't stop rubbing.
Chapter 5:

The show finished about half an hour later and Craig was still rubbing my feet. As the credits rolled, I slowly took the leg he wasn't working on off his lap and placed it on the floor.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. I just figured your hands are probably tired."

"Nah they're ok," he said. "I can keep going if you'd like."

As much as I wanted him to, I had to say no. "Actually I need to go to the bathroom," I said. I moved to take my other leg off his lap which proved a little challenging. Sensing my struggle, he gently placed my leg on the floor for me and stood, moving over to help me get vertical. "Be right back," I said as I headed to the bathroom.

When I was done I waddled back to find Craig slowly walking around looking at the pictures and artwork on the walls.

"No Christmas tree?" he asked as I sat back on the couch.

"Never got around to it this year," I said.

"This room would be perfect for one," he noted.

"It is perfect," I smiled. "It's where we always put it."

Craig moved over to the fireplace and added another log as the fire was starting to die down.

"So when are you due?"

"When am I due?" I asked.

"The babies," he said, sounding like he wanted to add in a "duh".

"Oh the babies!" I said. Duh is right, but being pregnant makes you scatter-brained plus this is the first he really said anything about my pregnancy aside from his earlier comment about me being obviously preoccupied. "Day after tomorrow."

"No way!" he grinned.

"What?" I laughed. "You don't think they need more time in here do you?" I asked, grabbing onto either side of my belly.

"I'd say they look about ready to come out of the oven," he winked. "So Christmas babies huh?"

"That's what the doctor thinks," I nodded, rubbing my belly.

"If that's the case then hopefully it'll have stopped snowing by then," he said, coming over to sit back down next to me, this time even closer.

"Hadn't really thought about that," I said honestly.

"Who's going to take you to the hospital?" he asked sounding surprised.

"Hadn't really thought about that either," I laughed. "I'll probably be able to drive myself." He looked at me like I was crazy. "What?"

"You've gotta come up with something better than that," he laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Well I guess I could call a taxi?" I shrugged.

"A taxi? All the way out here and in this snow?" he laughed, rolling those pretty blue eys. "Why do I seem to be more worried about this than you are?"

"I dunno, you tell me," I laughed too. "You're probably more worried about it than I am because I'm not even letting myself think about labor."

"Have you been going to lamaze classes?"

"I went to a few," I shrugged. "Got the basic breathing techniques down."

"I don't mean this to come across rude or anything," Craig began. "But it doesn't seem like you're really ready for what's about happen to you."

I sighed. He was right. I did what I usually do when I get stressed - I avoid what's stressing me. In this case the delivery of the twins. I of course had been going to the doctor regularly but like I told Craig, I'd only been to a few lamaze classes. I didn't have a partner to go with me to classes so the teacher always used me as his partner and therefore example for the class. That didn't really work for me so I'd just stopped going.

"I think I am," I said, scrunching my face.

"You know," Craig started. He sounded hesitant. "I don't have any plans for the holiday. If you wanted I could stay here with you."

"Why? I'm fine," I waved him off.

"I really wouldn't mind," he said. "I mean I'd hate to think of you here by yourself when you went into labor and plus, why should we each spend Christmas alone if we could spend it with each other?"

I paused for a second before I responded. "It's not gonna be much of a Christmas for you here."

"It wouldn't be more of one if I spent it at my place," he shrugged.

"Well if you want to."

"I do," he nodded.

"Ok then I guess it's settled," I smiled. "We'll have ourselves a Merry little Christmas I guess."
Chapter 6:

I got Craig situated or so I thought, in the guest room. We said our good nights and I waddled to my room to get ready for bed. I guess in the short waddle I forgot that he was there because I didn't close my door. That or I subconsciously wanted him to come in.

I pulled my sweater up over my belly, then my head. In the process, the collared shirt I was wearing underneath rode up, revealing my stomach. I tossed the sweater in the general direction of the hamper not caring whether or not I made it in. Looking at the sweater on the floor, I realized I wouldn't be wearing it again anytime soon.

I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. Over the last nine months my body had changed drastically. Gone was my firm six pack. As the months passed, it was first gradually covered by a slight layer of fat, followed by a more predominant layer, then gone all together, replaced by a ball of babies which continuously grew. I pulled down my shirt so that I could undo all the buttons and tossed it by my sweater. My upper body was now fully exposed - my stomach was truly massive at this point. The boys, large and healthy - at my last visit to the doctor, he estimated they would be around 10-12 lbs. each at delivery and I believed him. Over the course of the pregnancy, I had added about 90 lbs. to my 200 lb. frame. My chest, previously firm and muscular was now much fuller and my nipples had grown noticeably. My arms had not only kept but increased their definition as they were used frequently to lift my ever-increasing weight out of bed, out of the car or off the couch.

I fumbled around under my belly to find the button for my jeans. I found it and undid it, sighing as my stomach dropped slightly, no longer confined in my jeans. I stepped carefully out of each leg and not being able to bend and pick them up, I kicked them to the pile I'd started at the base of the hamper.

I now stood there in nothing but my underwear, a pair of white bikini briefs that no longer covered my butt, which along with the rest of my body had grown and widened during the pregnancy. Looking straight at myself in the mirror, my belly now without support from my jeans hung low, covering nearly my entire package. I turned to the side and looked at my comical profile, my hands on my back, trying to straighten and support it as the orb of babies pulled it into a deep arch. I definitely had some work ahead of me to get back into shape.

"Hey Evan," Craig said, knocking quietly on my open door. He had on his under shirt and boxers, giving me a good look at his tight body.

"Oh shit!" I squealed. I didn't know what to cover up first but since I was wearing underwear, which was blocked by my stomach anyway, my hands went to my chest, each covering one of my pecs. "Jesus! You scared me!"

"Sorry," Craig smiled. "I did knock."

"You did," I agreed, still standing there with my hands on my chest. "But I don't have any clothes on!"

"You've got on underwear," he shrugged. "I've seen plenty of guys in their underwear. It's cool."

I wondered what that meant, whether he meant he'd just seen a lot of guys at the gym or if he'd seen them a bit more intimately?

"Well?" I asked, still not moving.

"I just wondered if I could throw my clothes in the laundry?" he asked. "Seeing as I only have what I wore today with me and that's what I'm gonna be wearing for the next couple of days."

"Oh," I said, thinking how dumb I was not to offer his suggestion myself. "Yeah sure."

"It's not gonna be too loud is it?" he asked. "I don't want to keep you up or anything."

"No it's fine," I assured him. "I'm gonna be up for awhile anyway."

"You know," he began, raising his eyebrows. "I have seen a guy's chest before."

I looked down at my hands which were covering my chest, below, my big belly jutted out. If I could see my legs, I'd have seen them squeezed together to the knees in an attempt for some modesty. I know I had to look ridiculous.

"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly, lowering my hands. "Just not used to anyone seeing me like this besides my doctor."

"I dunno what you're ashamed of," Craig said leaning against the door frame. "You've got a great body."

"Ha!" I laughed loudly. "Are you kidding?" I asked looking down at my swollen middle. "Now nine months ago I would've believed you but I'm a fucking cow at the moment, complete with udders!" I said, shaking each pec lightly. "So yeah, you're kidding."

"I'm not," he said. He was serious.

"You're not?" I asked.

"Nope," he winked. "I think you look good. You should be proud of your body. Be proud of what it's making."

"Well I'm proud of what it's making," I agreed. "But definitely not of what it looks like."

"Oh well," he shrugged. "I still think you look good. I'm gonna go throw my clothes in the wash."

"Al, alright," I said quietly as he left.

I stood there for a moment wondering, what the hell just happened?
Chapter 7:

Shortly after my surprise visit from Craig I went to bed. Despite telling him I'd be up for awhile, I was tired. Being this pregnant really takes a lot out of you and I was soon fast asleep. I'd stopped waking up from the babies' movements a few months ago so unless they gave a real strong punch or kick in the bladder (which they occasionally did), I pretty much slept through the night. For me, the hardest thing about sleeping was not being able to sleep on my stomach anymore. Eventually I got used to sleeping on my side or on my back, but the back didn't last very long as the bigger I got, the harder it was for me to breathe or be comfortable when I lay flat on my back.

Around 5 o'clock I got up to use the bathroom and then went back to sleep for a few more hours. Around 8 o'clock I was awakened by the smell of coffee. God I missed coffee. I know there's decaf, and I'll drink that but what I really miss is waking up to a good cup of coffee. Jeff always made us coffee in the morning but the coffee pot sat unused all these months, for whatever reason I just couldn't bring myself to use it.

I got out of bed slowly and carefully, taking a few moments to stretch my back. I went into my closet and pulled on a pair of pajama pants over my briefs. Scratching my chest, which was pretty sensitive and itchy at this point as my pecs/boobs filled with milk, I pulled on my robe and tied it loosely over my belly, not bothering to put on a shirt since Craig had pretty much seen everything there was to see last night.

"You're really comfortable here aren't you?" I joked as I came into the kitchen. Craig was leaning on the counter, sipping his cup of coffee and reading the latest copy of "Father" magazine I'd received. My doctor subscribed me and I got one every month.

"Oh hey!" he smiled, looking up from his reading. "I am actually. I hope I didn't wake you."

"I slept like a baby," I smiled, rubbing my belly through my robe.

"Really?" he asked, returning his attention to the magazine. "I was just reading about how fathers, late in their pregnancy often have trouble sleeping."

"Luckily I don't have that problem too often," I smiled.

"Coffee?" he asked.

"I can only have decaf," I reminded him.

"I know," he said, turning to get me a mug. "It's decaf."

"Why are you drinking decaf?" I asked. I liked how he was a take charge guy, getting me coffee even though I hadn't even said yes.

"Well one, cause it's all you have," he winked. "Two because I just like the taste of coffee in the morning more than anything else. Doesn't really matter to me if it's decaf or regular," he said as he handed me my cup.

"Thanks," I smiled taking my coffee. Coffee always tastes better when someone else makes it for you.

"Come here," he said, nodding toward the great room. "I wanna show you something."

I followed him into the great room, stopping in my tracks as soon as I got in. There was a fully decorated Christmas tree in the place where it usually is each year, right by the fireplace.

"How did you?" I asked, mouth agape.

"I remembered seeing an ax in the basement yesterday along with boxes of Christmas stuff," he began explaining as he walked closer to the tree. "And this morning when I woke up I decided to brave the snow for a minute and went outside, walked back to the woods and cut this guy down."

"It's beautiful," I said, still in shock.

"Thanks," he shrugged. He was blushing slightly. "I figured we needed a little Christmas spirit in here."
Chapter 8:

We ate breakfast in the great room by the fire, watching the snow continue to come down as the tree's lights shimmered against the ornaments. We ate lunch there too, I just couldn't get enough of the tree and I still couldn't believe Craig had done that.

"I hope you like ham," I said, later in the afternoon when we were in the kitchen.

"Love it," Craig smiled. "I guess it's good I came huh?" he laughed. "Cause that's a big ham you've got in the fridge."

"I know!" I laughed. "That was the smallest one they had too!"

I got the ham glazed and pre-heated the oven. When the oven was ready, I put the ham in. As I did, Craig laughed.

"You look like such the housewife right now."

"Oh shut it," I said, rolling my eyes.

Dinner was great. The ham turned out perfect as did the mashed potatos Craig made from scratch. For not expecting anyone other than myself for the holiday, I managed to whip up a pretty good meal in pretty short order. Once again, dinner was filled with great conversation and same as the night before, we spent hours just talking and eating.

"I'm stuffed," I groaned as I lowered myself onto the couch after cleaning up dinner.

"Me too," Craig smiled, rubbing the slight belly he now had from all the food. He walked over to the window and looked out. "I'm thinking we've got like 3' right now, maybe more. And it's still coming."

"I hope it stops by tomorrow," I said from the couch. "I looked out front earlier and the guy that plows the driveway hasn't come yet and it doesn't look like the main road's been done yet either."

"Picked a great time to have some babies didn't you?" Craig laughed, coming to sit down on the couch with me.

"Hey they picked it," I said, rubbing my belly. "Not me."

"Well," he said, placing his hand on top of my belly. "We'll figure it out. Worse comes to worse I can always deliver them."

"Ha!" I laughed.

"Don't laugh at me Mr. Anderson," he smirked, giving my stomach a light tap. "I was an EMT I'll have you know."

"Wow," I nodded. "I didn't know that. So you really could deliver the babies huh?"

"Yep," he nodded. "I've done it once or twice."

"Good to know," I smiled. "Ooooff," I groaned. "They're moving around now."

"I can feel," he said. He could, his hand was still resting on top of my stomach.

"Here," I said, pulling up my shirt. "You can feel it better without the shirt."

I watched Craig's eyes take in the sight of my bare stomach. His eyes popped a little as we watched what was probably an elbow push out against my skin, subtly changing the shape of my middle. Craig moved his hand, placing it where the movement had just come from. "This is amazing," he said. His voice was filled with slight awe.

"It is pretty cool," I agreed. Overall I really hadn't minded being pregnant.

Craig continued to move his hand around my stomach, following the babies' movements. Basically he was rubbing my belly, and it felt good. No one had ever touched me like this when I was pregnant - my skin, tight as it was over the babies was sensitive. The continuous touching was almost unbearable, but in a good way. I was glad my stomach blocked my crotch cause I popped a major boner. Hormones!

"I could stay here all night," Criag sighed.

"Me too," I agreed.
Chapter 9:

I grunted, blinking my eyes to get my bearings. I looked down and Craig's hand was still resting on my stomach, draped over it in a protective manor it seemed. We'd fallen asleep, Craig resting his head on my shoulder.

I gently pushed Craig off of me. He took his cue and moved, snuggling up against the couch but not waking.

I had an idea. I went upstairs and changed into my robe, this time with nothing underneath. I gathered what I needed and headed back downstairs. Craig was still asleep on the couch as I deposited my items on the other end.

I waddled over to the bar, groaning as I bent over to get what I was looking for - Jeff's bottle of brandy. He'd loved the stuff, always laughing at me when I said how gross it was, saying it was just too manly a drink for me to handle. I couldn't stomach the stuff myself, but I always loved the way he smelled when he kissed me after drinking his night cap. I poured the brandy, hoping my feelings were correct.

"Craig," I said quietly as I returned to the couch. "Wake up!"

"Hmm?" he responded groggily.

"Wake up," I smiled.

He slowly stretched out, yawning. He rubbed his eyes then looked at me with a big grin.

"That was nice," he smiled. "I think I went into a food coma or something. "You look ready for bed," he said, glancing down at his watch. "I guess it is that time. I should be headed up."

"Actually," I began. "You know how you said you could stay here forever?"

"Yeah."

"Well," I said as I picked up my first item. "I thought it would be nice if we spent the night in front of the tree. I used to do it all the time as a kid."

"So did I," he smiled.

"Here," I said, handing him a the pajama pants I was holding. "Go put these on, get comfortable."

He didn't say anything as he took the pants and walked out of the room. While he was gone, I got the blankets and pillows I had brought down and laid them out on the floor in front of the tree and the dwindling fire. Just in case, I left a blanket and a pillow on the couch.

He came back into the room and I swear, all the air left my body. He was holding all the clothes he'd previously been wearing, now wearing only the pajama pants I'd given him. His body was amazing, just as I'd imagined it to be.

"What?" he asked with a smirk as he put his clothes down on the couch.

"Here," I said quickly, handing him the brandy.

He took a sniff, smiled and then a sip. "Mmm," he said. "This is good. I love a good brandy."

"So," I said quietly, standing there, watching him sip.

"What's the plan?" he asked.

"I was going to take the floor," I said.

"Damn that's where I wanted," he said with a wink.

"Well there's plenty of room," I noted.

"True," he agreed. "We can both take the floor."

We got situated on the floor, neither one of us facing each other as we lay down, me on my side facing the fire.

"Good night," I said.

"Good night," he said quietly.

We lay there for a few minutes, both silent. Too silent to be asleep but not talking. I heard him turn over and felt his body heat as he moved closer.

"Aren't you hot in that robe?" he asked. "And with all those blankets? I thought you had a built-in oven," he chuckled, reaching over, rubbing the side of my stomach.

"I am a little hot," I said. Here we go I thought.

I sat up awkwardly, throwing the blankets down, sensing him watching me. I got onto my knees, still facing the fire and took off my robe slowly, letting it drop down to the floor. He had full view of my back now, including my butt.

"Guess you were hot," he laughed.

"A little," I smiled, turning my head to see his face. It had a big grin on it.

"That's better," I sighed as I lay back down, pulling the blanket back up to below my belly. This time I turned to face him, lying on my side, my head propped up by my arm.

His eyes ventured down my body, taking in my chest, which sagged slightly toward the floor; then down to my stomach which bulged out in front of me, belly button leading the way. He reached out and gently touched it. I moaned.

"Damn," he said quietly. "You look good."

"So do you," I replied, cautiously reaching out to touch his pec.

We lay there not saying anything, just slowly and timidly exploring each other's bodies. His hand moved over my gravid middle and up to my chest, gently caressing it and lightly playing with my nipples. I moaned again.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"Yes," I said.

He moved in closer to me and kissed me gently. Not a make out kiss, just a gentle one, our first one. He gently pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist below my belly. With both hands now free, he slowly felt his way up my body, looking into my eyes the whole time. Awkwardly he moved forward, his flat stomach pressing into my own round one. He took his hands and put them on either side of my face, gently pulling my head forward to meet his. This kiss was more aggressive, his tongue coming into my mouth to play.

As we made out, I could feel his erection hardening and pressing into the underside of my belly. My own cock hardened under the blanket, nestling itself between his ass. I wanted to cry as we kissed it felt so good. It was amazing how good it felt after not feeling it for so long, my body tingling from head to toe.
Chapter 10:

Craig broke our kiss, finally coming up for air. He looked down at me and smiled.

"I'm getting a little hot now myself," he winked. He quickly stood up and pulled off his pants, his hard cock, which by my guess was a thick 9", sprung up now free from its confines and slapped his abs.

"That looks good," I smiled, licking my lips.

"This thing?" he asked, grabbing his member, giving it a few tugs.

"That thing," I nodded. "Come here," I said, reaching out my hand.

He took my hand and walked up to my side, kneeling down next to my head. With a grunt, I hefted myself onto my side, his cock now at the perfect level. I opened my mouth slowly and took the head in my mouth, sucking it gently. Craig threw his head back slowly and gasped.

"Oh shit," he moaned as I took more of his hard dick into my mouth.

I moved my head forward until my nose was tickled by his pubes, which he kept nice and trim. With his whole cock now in my mouth, I moaned deeply, the vibrations of my throat causing his cock to pulse in my mouth and grow harder. I moved my tongue around inside my mouth, tickling the underside of his cock.

"Oh my God," he gasped.

I pulled my head back slowly, revealing all 9, shiny inches. He shuddered slightly as the cold air took the place of my warm, wet mouth. I took hold of the base of his cock, my fingers stretching to touch, and slowly jacked him off. His hands, which had been on his hips reached down, his left hand on top of the one I was using to jack him off, his right reaching over to my stomach which he began to gently rub.

His hand moved sensually up my stomach, sending chills through my body til he reached my left pec. He took the meaty pec in his hand, kneading it gently, pulling and tugging on my bloated, sensitive nipple causing it to harden. It was my turn to gasp.

"You like that?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yeah," I moaned.

The last time Jeff and I made love, I was only two months, not even showing and certainly not as sensitive as I was now. Now, everywhere Craig touched felt like it would explode from the pleasure he was giving me, my body so full of hormones and my stretched skin full of new nerve endings, experiencing touch like this for the first time.

"I want you to fuck me," I said breathlessly as I continued to jerk him, now picking up my pace.

"You sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Do you have a," he began.

"Over on the couch," I finished.

He squeezed my hand that was on his cock gently and I released. He got up and went over to the couch, his cock bobbing up and down with each step. He found the condoms I had brought down, took one and came back to me.
"You don't have any lube," he noted.

"You won't need any," I said.

"But I'm pretty big," he smirked. "Not that I'm boasting or anything."

"You are pretty big," I winked, reaching out to give his cock a playful slap. "But I'm really loose right now, been doing my stretches."

"Oh," he nodded. "Well let's just make sure," he winked.

He helped get me onto my hands and knees, my stomach hanging low and heavy, pulling on my back, my belly button brushing on the blankets and the sides of my stomach bulging out. Craig slowly pulled down the blanket which was still covering my lower half as he got behind me.

"Your ass is incredible," he said, reaching out to run his big strong hands over each cheek which had grown larger and rounder as the rest of me grew.

He got onto his elbows and knees, separating my meaty ass to expose my hole. Every night for the last couple of months, I'd been doing the required anal stretches to prepare for delivery so I was quite loose. He moved his face forward, kissing each cheek before locking his mouth over my hole, his tongue easily sliding in.

"Fuck," I moaned, feeling his stubble on my ass as his tongue moved further into me.

His right hand let go of my ass now that he was in and he reached through my legs to grab onto my dick, which was hard and rubbing against my belly. He took hold of it and bent it down gently. He momentarily stopped the tongue bath he was giving my ass to give my dick one of its own. He took as much of my 8" as he could into his mouth, causing my entire body to jerk.

"Craig!" I gasped.

"You ok?" he asked, stopping for a second.

"Yeah don't stop!" I begged. "Work my ass again!"

Craig went back to working his magic on my ass. I could feel his tongue slowly loosening my hole even more. I soon wanted something more than his tongue up there and I was about to tell him but he seemed to already know. His tongue was replaced with a finger, which he worked around my loose lips.

"More," I begged, grasping tightly to the pillow I was holding on to.

One finger became two and two became three. My hole was so loose at this point that it still wasn't full even with three of Craig's big fingers in it. He circled his fingers around until he found my prostate, giving it a few good jabs. My knees almost gave out from the sensations he gave me.

"Think I found the spot," he said, giving my ass a slap with his free hand.

"Fuck me Craig," I said, pleading from deep within my throat.

"It might not be the best," he said as he slipped the condom onto his cock.

"What?" I asked.

"It might not be the best," he said again. "You're really loose."

"Just get it in there," I said.

Craig grabbed onto what was left of my waist with his left hand and slowly guided his cock into my hole with his right. My ass felt so loose now that he could've been guiding in a freight train and I wouldn't have known, his thick 9" not giving me any sensation. I knew if he was going to feel anything either, I'd need to tighten up.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said slowly as he continued to sink into me.
"Trust me," I said. "You won't."

With that, I thrust back against his cock. As I did, I clenched my hole around his cock, grabbing on to it like a vice. He gasped loudly, gulping in air.

"Shit Evan," he said, now fully in. He grabbed onto my waist with both hands now. "I wasn't expecting that!"

"I've got good muscle control down there," I smiled, turning my head to look back at him. I watched his eyes pop as I relaxed my grip on him slightly, then tightened it again. "You ok?"

"Yeah," he gulped. "I'm ok."

"Good," I grinned. "Cause I want you to fuck me."

He fucked me good and hard, just what I was wanting. He knew what he was doing and so did I and we felt natural together even though it was our first time. I relished the sound of his body slapping against my ass with each thrust, his big balls joining in, swinging back and forth in their sack like a pendulum, bouncing off mine.

Craig's pace quickened. We hadn't been going too long but this first fuck was just to break the sexual tension that had been building between us. There would be time for a more relaxed pace later.

Craig dug his fingers into my ass. I tightened my hole as much as I could as he slammed into my ass. I could feel his cock inside me start to pulse and fill the condom with his hot load. My own cock which had been swinging about furiously, slapping against my stomach, released its load all over the blanket below me.

As we both finished our orgasms, Craig slowed his pace, before finally pulling out of me. I squeezed his softening cock as it exited me, causing a slight "plop" as he disengaged. He helped me lower myself onto my side, once again facing the fire and came up to lay down behind me, his semi-hard cock nestling in between my cheeks. He reached his hand over me to wipe the sweat off that had formed on my brow.

"That was awesome," he said softly into my ear, nibbling it gently as be rubbed my belly. He moved his mouth down to lightly kiss my neck. "Really awesome."

"Mmmhmm," I moaned, pushing back against him. I felt his cock pulse.

"Round two later?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm," I said quietly before we both fell asleep, me feeling safe, warm and protected with his arm draped over my babies. And for the first time in a long time, really happy.

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Chapter 11:

I woke up Christmas morning still wrapped in Craig's warm, strong arms. He snored quietly in my ear as he slept peacefully. I could've stayed there forever but I had to go to the bathroom.

I got up as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake Craig. He looked so peaceful and happy as he slept. As I made my way to the bathroom, I noticed my hips felt different - they felt heavier and I noticed the babies were sitting lower in my stomach, preparing to make their entrance.

Since the babies had shifted overnight, I had to lift my belly slightly to be able to sit on the toilet. As I relieved myself, I felt the babies start to stir. I ran my hand over my belly, trying to calm them down. While I was excited for their arrival, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive as well, wishing in the back of my mind that the twins might decide to stick it out inside me a little longer.

I waddled back into the great room where Craig was still sound asleep. In my absence, he'd rolled onto his back, perfect for what I had in mind. I grabbed another condom off the couch and made my way back to Craig.

I slowly pulled off the blanket he was wrapped up in, revealing his body which made me swoon. His right arm was behind his head as he slept, while his left hand was holding his morning wood. I gently brushed his hand aside, opened the condom and slid it down over the hard shaft. I straddled his waist, facing him and reached behind me for his cock. I lowered myself onto it, tightening my ass as I took him in. His cock was soon buried completely inside me and I felt it throb. I looked at Craig's face to see him waking up. He smiled warmly when he saw me.

"Nice way to wake up," he said, his voice gruff with sleep.

"I thought you'd like it," I smiled down at him. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," he smiled back. He reached both hands out and tenderly caressed either side of my stomach as I began pumping myself up and down on his cock.

We looked each other deeply in the eyes as I continued to ride him slowly up and down. He stopped his belly rub and gently pushed me down until my full weight was on him.

"I don't want to squish you," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed by the heavy weight I knew I was putting on him.

"Your fine," he assured me. "Let me do the work."

Craig thrust his hips gently, working himself even deeper into me. I awkwardly tried leaning forward, wanting to kiss him, but my belly didn't allow for that in this position. I was however able to lean forward enough to brace my hands on his chest, opening myself up even more for him. He reached behind me and took my ass in his hands, grabbing hold of each cheek. His pace increased now that less of my weight was on his hips. Suddenly he giggled.

"I can feel the babies on my stomach," he said, slowing down then stopping. We sat there for a moment, Craig still inside of me and sure enough I could feel the boys wiggling around inside me, kicking against their confines and in turn against Craig.

"They're pretty active this morning," I said, pushing down a little onto his cock. Craig resumed his movements. I shuddered as his cock brushed against my prostate. "And they dropped over night."

"It's almost time then," he smiled. "That means they're just about ready."

"Do they have to be?" I asked with a whine, only half kidding. I was suddenly wanting to stay pregnant forever if this is what sex would feel like. Every motion felt amazing. It was like I was a big, sensual ball of baby.

"Let's try something else," Craig suggested. "Something that might be easier on your back."

Truthfully, the position we were currently in was hurting my back, but compared to the sensations I was feeling, I had been willing to ignore it. But Craig seemed to know what he was doing so I listened. I pulled myself off of him, using the coffee table to help me stand up.

"Lie down on your side," he said, helping me get situated on the blankets.

When I was in position on my left side, Craig got behind me and gently lifted my right leg, pulling it back toward him to open me up, resting my knee on the side of my belly. I moaned as Craig once again filled me with his cock, tightening myself to feel each inch make its way in.

He fucked me slowly, reaching over my leg to rub my belly and play with my chest. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back so it rested on his strong chest. I could feel his heart beating against the back of my head, its pace I noted the same as mine. It was as if we were becoming one being.

We made love like this for nearly an hour. It was exquisite. My cock, which hadn't been touched the whole time was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum all over the blankets below me.

I finally reached the point when I could almost no longer stand the slow sensual fuck, wanting it harder now, wanting Craig to cum inside of me. I was about to beg him to go harder but once again, I didn't have to, he already knew.

He wrapped his arm around my belly tightly, pulling me as close to him as he could. He picked up his pace, now slamming into me with each hard thrust, our sweaty bodies making loud contact. He suddenly pulled hid arm from my belly and reached below my leg to grab onto my throbbing cock. He wrapped his hand around it tightly as I bucked back against his thrusts.

We came together explosively, he shooting his load into the condom inside of me as I shot mine all over his hand and the underside of my stomach. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

I leaned back against him, not caring for the moment that I might be squishing him as I worked to regain my breath. Craig took my weight without complaint as he took his hand, now covered with my load and rubbed it slowly over my belly, coating it with my seed.

When my breathing had somewhat returned to normal, I turned myself over so I was facing him, my belly pushing into him. He came forward and kissed me softly, lovingly, moving down my neck to my chest and finally to my belly, which he covered in tender kisses before we both fell asleep again in each other's arms.
Chapter 12:

As I woke up, I rolled back to lean against Craig, except he wasn't there, sending me rolling onto my back, my belly standing tall over me. I laughed at myself then with some difficulty, got up and into my robe. I smelled coffee coming from the kitchen so I followed my nose.

Craig was standing with his back to me at the stove in his pajama pants. I waddled up behind him, my belly meeting the small of his back before I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Mmm," I cooed in his ear. "Something smells good."

"Bacon," he grinned, turning to give me a peck on the cheek. He looked a little nervous, embarrassed even.

I waddled over to the coffee pot and filled the empty cup he'd left for me. "You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah I'm fine," he smiled. I could tell something was bothering him. "It's still snowing," he said, nodding toward the window.

I looked out and saw that it was still snowing as hard as ever. There was no way we were getting out of the house today and I hoped the twins would wait.

"So," I said slowly. "Really, are you ok?"

He took the bacon out of the pan and put it onto a nearby plate. He cracked two eggs and put them in the pan before he answered.

"I'm ok," he said. "I'm just a little," he began. "I don't know. I mean I guess I feel a little weird about what happened last night and this morning."

"Why?" I asked, leaning back against the counter watching him cook. I loved the way his back moved and flexed as he worked his arms.

"Well I just feel like I might've taken advantage of you," he said. "I mean you've got a lot on your plate right now."

"You didn't take advantage of me," I said. "I wanted it. Really wanted it," I emphasized. I was starting to worry that I was the one who'd taken advantage of him. "So now that you know I'm ok with it, how does that make you feel?"

He hesitated. "Confused," he finally said. "I think I'm falling for you," he said turning to look at me. "That's bad right?"

I took a sip of my coffee, feeling its warmth travel down my throat. I looked him in his eyes when I answered. "It's not bad. It's a good thing."

"It is?" he asked. I could almost see the doubt and worry leaving his body.

"It is," I said. "You're a really nice guy and I think you're coming into my life at a time when I really need someone. When we really need someone," I added, patting my belly.

Though we'd talked a lot over last couple of days, the subject of children and Craig's opinion of them hadn't come up so I broached the subject. "You do realize that I'm going to have some other priorities soon?" I asked.

"Of course," he said as he took the eggs from the pan.

"And how do you feel about that?" I asked. "How do you feel about kids?"

"I love kids," he grinned, bringing our plates over to the table. "And they love me," he winked. I could totally see that.

"Look," I said as I sat. "I'm not asking you to marry me or anything but I'd like to see where this goes if you want to but I just want to make sure we're both on the same page. I want you to understand that if we're to be together, that I'm probably going to need a lot of help and support with the boys and I just want to make sure you're ok with that. I don't want to rope you into anything without you understanding what I'm expecting." This was make or break I realized. I was either going to win him over or scare him away real quick but before I'd let myself get more invested, I had to know where he stood.

"I get it," he nodded, taking a bite of bacon. "I totally get it. I've always wanted kids, not saying that these are mine or anything like that, but I'd love to be there to help you out anyway I can," he smiled. "And," he said, reaching over for my hand. "I just want to be there for you."
Chapter 13:

We ate an early lunch of leftovers from our Christmas Eve dinner. Afterwards Craig went upstairs to take a shower while I watched tv. As I watched tv, a strange feeling came over me. It wasn't contractions, I'd had a few small ones over the last couple weeks so I knew what they felt like, but I just felt odd. The boys continued to be very active within me as they had been all day.

Craig came into the room wearing one of Jeff's old college t-shirts. It fit him like a glove. He'd apparently gone through my closet, which was fine, completing his outfit with a pair of my mesh shorts that fit me before I was pregnant. He looked good, real good.

"How you doing?" he asked, standing in front of me.

"I feel funny," I said honestly. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

He helped me to the bathroom and took my robe from me. Naked, I backed myself up to sit down awkwardly on the toilet, having to lift the bottom of my belly to be able to sit. Even with my legs spread wide, my belly filled my lap and pushed my chest up toward my chin. Craig stood in the door way watching.

After a few moments I spoke. "I can't go."

"You pee shy?" he asked with a laugh. "You need me to turn around?l

"No," I said rolling my eyes. "That would be kind of silly after everything else we've done."

"Good point," he nodded, coming closer. "Here let's try this," he said squating down in front of me.

Craig took his hands and placed them on either side of my belly, rubbing in small circles. He gently increased his pressure as he rubbed.

"Not helping," I sighed, after a few more moments had passed. "I dunno, I thought I had to go," I said. "I don't feel like I have to pee but I just feel," I said, before gasping. I felt my stomach muscles clenching with a contraction. "Oh shit!" I said, grabbing onto the counter with one hand, the other coming to rest on the top of my contracting belly.

A long, rumbling fart escaped me, echoing below. We both laughed at the noise before another one came, this one was longer still, followed by a loud splash. It felt like I had popped, a great deal of pressure leaving my body. My water had broken.

"Looks like we're having some babies," Craig smiled at me.

I sat there, breathing slowly as the fluids left my body. I looked down at my somewhat deflated belly. "My water broke!" I said stating the obvious.
Chapter 14:

Craig kissed me lightly, rubbing my belly at the same time. I moaned
into his mouth, feeling a rush of arousal as well as fear. I was
really going to have these babies. I pulled back and looked at Craig,
still a little dumbfounded.

“My water really broke.”

Craig chuckled lightly. “I know, babe. I'll be right back. Hopefully
we can get out of the driveway.”

“Doubt it,” I said as I leaned back against the toilet. I rubbed my
belly gently, the boys moving around inside of me. My water breaking
explained why they were so busy today. It was as if they knew I had someone to watch over me again so it was time for them boys to join me. That and they just wanted to come out and play!

Craig came back, rubbing his arms. “Freezing out there!”

I looked up at him with a smile, still rubbing my belly. “We heading
to the hospital?”

Craig shook his head. “There's got to be about 6' out there. Nothing
is plowed and it's still snowing.”

“Just you and me then,” I said sounding surprisingly confident. I wanted to make sure that
he was okay with what was going to happen. “Still open to delivering
these babies?”

“Definitely.” Craig dropped to his knees, looking at me earnestly, his
big hands on my even bigger belly. “You're going to be fine and these boys will be fine.”

I leaned forward awkwardly to kiss him, trying to ensure he knew how
grateful I was. Now that this was really happening I couldn't believe
I thought I could do this alone.

Craig grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. He grabbed a towel, wiping down my backside and thighs. I felt my eyes prick with tears at his gentleness. Stupid hormones! He grasped my hands, holding them
tightly. “Where do you want to labor?”

I didn't even need to think about it. “In the great room. I want to
see the tree and the fire. I love it in there.”

Craig put an arm around my waist and we began the slow walk to the
great room. My water breaking led the babies to drop even further. I had to keep my legs spread far apart now to walk so I was really waddling now!

“I feel like a duck!” I laughed as we made our way down the hallway.

“It's a cute waddle,” Craig said before laughing as well. I leaned against the wall, pulling him towards me for a kiss. He came to me easily, his arms resting against the wall behind me.

I gasped into the kiss as another contraction came, my belly tightening from the top down. “Oh!”

Craig put a hand on my belly, rubbing gently. I focused on his face, the warm eyes and gentle smile, as I breathed through the contraction.
It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable.

“Okay?” he whispered. “Ready to move again?”

“Rather kiss you again,” I teased lightly, giving him a smile. “But yeah, I want to sit in front of the fire.”

Craig kissed me again, his soft lips teasing against mine. There was
nothing further this time, just warmth spreading through me. I was
totally falling for this man.

We settled in front of the fire, me leaning back against Craig's
strong chest. I rested my head on his shoulder, looking down as he moved
his hands over my belly, making me moan softly at the sensations
ratchetting through my body. The contractions barely bothered me as
Craig chased them away with his hands and kisses.

“God!” I gasped as he played with my belly button, squirming against him. I could feel his hard cock against my back and knew this was turning him on as well. I pushed back, making Craig moan deeply.

“Evan. You gotta stop.”

“Don't want to,” I said, tilting my head back to kiss him again. “You're making me feel so good.”

Craig laughed softly, his hands still moving on my belly. Another contraction started, my belly tightening under his hands. I looked
down, breathing slowly and calmly, watching the shape of my belly
change as the muscles tightened, the babies squirming underneath my skin.

“You're gorgeous,” Craig said as he watched as well. “So gorgeous
bringing these babies into the world.”

“You say the nicest things,” I grinned against his skin. “Keep rubbing my belly. It feels so good.”

“I can tell,” Craig slid a hand below my belly, his hand sliding over my engorged cock.

“Oh!” I moaned loudly, shifting against him again. I was so hard, my cock aching even as the pressure built in my ass with each contraction. I wanted Craig so much I felt almost blind with desire, my arousal stronger than the contractions.

“This okay?” Craig murmured.

I shook my head, trying to shift in his arms. “I want more. Lie down with me.”

Craig helped me move my enormous bulk so we were lying down, facing
each other. He cupped my face gently, kissing with a combination of
soft pressure and little nips of his teeth. I kissed him back eagerly,
barely noticing as the contractions got stronger and closer together.

“Fuck me,” I moaned into his mouth, the desire to be filled making me
ache. “Please.”

“Now?” Craig looked concerned, his fingers tugging lightly at one of my milk-filled nipple. “Is that a good idea?”

“Best idea I've had in ages,” I growled, arching into his touch. “Get in me.”

Craig stripped off his clothing, his hard cock slapping against his
stomach eagerly. He might be unsure, but his cock certainly wasn't. He
grabbed one of the condoms, setting it on the blankets before he moved
behind me.

His hands moved down my back slowly, pressing into sore muscles. I let out a loud moan as he kept massaging his way down. I didn't know what my ass looked like right now, whether it was obviously dilating yet. I was momentarily worried I would be unappealing to him until I felt Craig press up against me, his cock slipping between my cheeks.

“You sure?” he asked again.

I knew he was being gentlemanly asking again, knew it was part of his
kindness and gentleness, but right now all I wanted was him to fuck my
ass and I said so in a low growl.

Craig laughed, sliding two fingers into my very loose hole. “You going
to be able to tighten enough to feel anything?”

I responded by tightening around his fingers like a vise. He moaned and moved them, crooking them against my prostate with unnerving accuracy. “Ah!”

“Good?”

I nodded, panting already. I was sweating, my huge belly glistening as
I grabbed at Craig's ass, pulling him closer. “Get in me!”

Craig put the condom on hurriedly, his hands shaking against my back. He seemed just as eager as I was and I was thrilled that I wasn't coercing him into this. I wanted every time we made love to mean something for both of us.

I shifted, pulling my top leg up as much as I could, exposing my ass and balls. Craig moaned at the sight, his fingers playing with my hole and balls for a long moment before he shuddered and moved forward, pressing his cock into my ass.

I tightened around him so I could feel him entering me. He felt so amazing, so thick and strong inside of me. I let out a small sob – this was exactly what I had been craving. I had no idea labor would turn me on so much, my whole body trembling with arousal.

“Feels so good,” Craig moaned, holding me close with one strong arm,
the other slipping under my head. “You shouldn't feel so good right
now.”

“Why not?” I tightened around him again, making him groan. I clutched at his hand as a contraction started, making me pant heavily. Craig
soothed me through the contraction, his hips moving a little against me.

“That … wow.” Craig said when the contraction was over. “I could feel
that. Your ass like, fluttered and tightened.”

“That's what happens during a contraction to my ass?” I wondered
aloud, trying to remember if I had felt that. All I remembered was the ache and tightening deep in my belly.

“Felt amazing,” Craig grunted as he pushed in deeply, brushing against
my prostate. His hand began to explore my belly again, making me
shudder with pleasure. Every nerve ending was on fire and happily open to every touch.

My cock was dripping pre-cum all over my leg and stomach, twitching
with each thrust Craig gave. He was hitting my prostate with each
thrust, shuddering along with the explosions behind my eyes. My mouth
hung open with pleasure.

We fucked through three more contractions, Craig keeping me from
feeling the pain too deeply. His cock and his hands brought me to the
edge before stopping and making me crest again and again. I was on the
edge for so long, I thought Craig would never let me climax.

“Can't hold on,” Craig gasped in my ear before he started to thrust
harder. “Cum for me, Evan. I want to feel you cum!”

I let out a small cry of desire as he fucked me harder, jostling my
body with each thrust. We both moved our hands to my slick and dripping cock at the same time. I felt my orgasm start, my spine tingling and my toes curling. Craig was moaning continuously in my ear and I shouted out my pleasure, shooting long and hard into his hand.

Craig kept thrusting, fucking me hard before I felt him swell inside of me, releasing deep in my ass. He stayed there, both of us panting heavily, covered in sweat and my cum. He ran a trembling hand down my belly, feeling the babies shifting and moving within.

“That was perfect,” I drawled, feeling so relaxed and fucked out. My
ass loosened on its own, causing Craig to slip out. He touched me gently, his fingers sliding along the rim of my swollen hole.

A contraction crashed over me, more painful than any I'd felt so far. I cried out, clutching for Craig. He moved quickly, sitting in front of me and making me pant through the pain.

“Worth it,” I gasped as he looked guilty that my contractions picked
up right after we had sex. I squeezed his hands. “I would do it again
in a heartbeat.”

Craig leaned over and kissed me softly, pouring love into his kiss. I
wasn't lying to him. The sex had been amazing and totally worth the
stronger contractions.
Chapter 15:

To put it plainly, labor sucked. I moaned lowly, rocking on all fours as another strong contraction gripped my body. Six hours into it and nothing was happening besides my contractions getting stronger, closer together and much more painful.

“I swear you're opening more,” Craig said positively, his hands rubbing my hips firmly. He did have the best view of my expanding hole so I had no choice but to trust him.

The babies were moving inside of me restlessly, kicking up a storm after every contraction to express their displeasure at them. I rubbed a hand against my belly, trying to soothe them.

“What do you need me to do?” asked Craig gently, wiping sweat off my face with a damp cloth. “Do you want to try walking around again?”

“I hate walking,” I spat out bitterly. “I just want them to come out!”

“I know you do.” Craig dipped the cloth in the bowl of water again,
wringing it out slightly before moving it over my sweaty back. “Maybe
walking around some more will get you to open faster. It helped earlier.”

I groaned deeply with relief as the water cooled my heated skin. I felt
like I was roasting, even though the fire died long ago. Even naked I was sweating like a pig. “Help me up.”

Craig's arms slid under my armpits and together we managed to get me to my feet. The babies were so low, it was like walking with a bowling ball between my legs. We moved in slow circles, Craig keeping me moving.

A particularly strong contraction came and I gripped the back of the
couch, bending over so my head rested on the cool leather. I tried to breathe as the sensation of claws gripping my stomach increased and the pressure on my ass felt like it would never relent.

“I can see you opening more,” Craig said during the contraction, his hand rubbing my lower back and the other one just barely touching the loosened rim of my ass. “Let me check you.”

“Go ahead,” I said weakly. I hated the feeling of his fingers sliding into my ass now. After this, I wasn't letting anything go in my ass for a long time!

Craig moved his fingers inside of me, testing how stretched I was. It felt weird and uncomfortable because I was so stretched, Craig could fit his whole hand up there without a problem. I moaned softly as he brushed my prostate which happened to be right where the first twin's head was.

“Almost there,” Craig said, wiping his hand on his t-shirt. “The baby's head is in position, you just need to open up a little bit more.”

“How much more open can I get? You can fit your whole hand up there!”

“My hand isn't as big as the head of a 10lb baby,” Craig reminded me. “They're going to have really big heads, Evan.”

“Don't remind me.” I could already feel the tightening of another contraction starting and I wanted to cry. I didn't want to do this anymore! It wasn't fair that Jeff wasn't here to see me suffer through giving birth to his enormous babies!

I could barely hear what Craig was saying with the blood pounding in my head as I struggled to keep breathing. His hands were on my belly again, making soothing circles against my drum-tight skin. I tried to concentrate on that to focus my breathing but it was impossible. I
felt a shift deep in my belly during the contraction and I spread my legs wider, letting out a loud grunt and pushing down instinctively.

“Evan?” Craig said, trying to get my attention but I didn't listen, just kept pushing against the heavy pressure in my belly and ass.

I lifted my head from the couch when the contraction ended, feeling like I had just been kicked in the balls with that one. Craig circled my waist with his arms, helping me stand up again.

“You're ready,” Craig said gently. “I watched your hole open with that
contraction. It's time to have these babies.”

“I want to see the tree,” I said, leaning against Craig as we shuffled back towards the nest of blankets and pillows on the ground.

I snugged up against Craig's shoulder, tears leaking out now. “I don't want to do this anymore. I want a time out.”

“I wish I could give you one,” Craig said honestly as he helped me down onto the ground. He smoothed his hands over my belly, looking at me with an expression of love. “You are doing so well. I swear.”

“Doesn't feel like it,” I turned my head, trying to spread my legs as wide as I could. I had no idea how much space I needed down there, but my body seemed to think I needed a lot.

Craig helped me shift until I was in a comfortable position to push, my feet spread wide on the ground and my back supported by a ton of pillows. He sat in front of me, rubbing my belly and holding my hand tightly as we waited for the next contraction.

It wasn't that long before it started, deep and aching in my loins, fire racing up my spine as I pushed. I held onto my knees, leaning forward, knowing Craig would support me. He did, his big hands resting on my shoulders, helping to pull me forward into the push. I'd never felt anything like this, the pain so strong but at the same time so rewarding.

When the contraction ended, I flopped back against the pillows,
looking up at Craig. “That sucked!”

“How about next time you put your hands on my shoulders and I'll put
mine on your back to help support you better?” Craig suggested as he moved further between my legs and kept stroking my baby-filled belly.

I thought about it as I tried to gather my strength. It would be nice to be wrapped up in Craig like that while I was pushing. I knew from a lot of books that it was hard for a man to give birth anally. A lot of men opted for C-sections instead of going through with it. The chances that I would deliver quickly were slight so having Craig so close to me so early in my pushing wouldn't matter.

I put my hands over Craig's on my belly, looking up at him gratefully. “That sounds good. I feel better when you're holding me.”

When the next contraction began, I put my arms on Craig's shoulders
and he gathered me into his arms. He counted to ten for me, helping guide my pushing. It helped even as the pushing grew harder and more painful. He was there, holding me close and keeping me from losing my head.

I was soaked with sweat after another forty-five minutes of pushing like that with no progress. I moaned and shifted restlessly in the blankets, holding my belly. “Why isn't he coming out?”

Craig kissed my belly before parting my legs again. “Let me take a look.”

“I hate this,” I shouted as another contraction started with Craig still down between my legs. He stayed there, holding one of my hands tightly as I pushed. He parted my hole to get a good look at what was happening when I pushed and I shouted at him again, “Get out of there while I'm pushing!”

“Let me look,” Craig said firmly, two fingers going inside to feel the baby's head. “He's in your birth canal now. He wasn't the last time I checked so that's a good sign.”

“I know he's in my birth canal,” I hissed through gritted teeth when the contraction ended. Of course I knew! He was pressed against my prostate and my cock was standing at attention. Craig couldn't miss that. “Why isn't he moving?”

“He is,” Craig said, wiping his hand on his shirt again. He put both hands on my knees, looking at me seriously. “He really is moving. He's just big, Evan, so it's going to be slow.”

I whimpered at that, turning my head away so Craig wouldn't see me cry. He moved back to my head, gathering me into his arms and rocking me gently. I sobbed on his shoulder, feeling like this was never going to end. And God, I wanted Jeff here for this. Rationally I knew that if Jeff was here, Craig wouldn't be but right now I was far from rational. My baby wasn't moving down and I was running out of reserves. There was nothing left to control my emotions.

“Let's try a different position,” Craig suggested, murmuring into my sweaty hair. “All fours. Let's try that.”

I nodded, wiping my face with my hand. Craig reached for the washcloth again, dipping it in the lukewarm water. He cleaned away my tears and snot before kissing me softly. “They're going to be fine. You're going to be fine.”

I remembered his promise from earlier and nodded, knowing that he would do everything to keep it. The move to all fours hurt as the babies shifted and all of their weight dragged my stomach down.

Craig put a pillow under my stomach, letting it take some of the weight of my belly as I got into position with my legs wide under me. “You are already so much more open like this. I can see inside without having to open you with my fingers.”

“It feels different,” I said cautiously, reaching back with one hand to touch my gaping hole. I couldn't really get my fingers inside, but I could feel exactly how stretched I was. “I can't believe this.”

Craig chuckled and rubbed my lower back. “You'll stretch even more
when the head crowns.”

Another contraction shut up my retort and I grasped the blankets in my hands, pushing with all my might. I was much more open like this and
it was easier to push even though I ached to have Craig holding me close.

I felt a hand close around my erection and I gasped mid-push as Craig
rearranged my cock and balls so they weren't in the way. He rubbed at
my perineum, massaging it in an effort to help with the pain.

“Craig,” I groaned before pushing again, my whole body tensing almost
painfully as I panted for air and pushed towards my bottom with all my might. All I could feel was burning in my ass, the feeling of something big sliding down just a bit more.

“He's moving,” Craig said, sounding relieved.

“I can tell,” I rested my head against one of the pillows, panting as I tried to catch my breath. “I can't stretch more than I am. I just can't. He's too big!”

“You can do this,” Craig promised, rubbing my lower back again. “I know it seems like it will never end, but you can do this. You can get him out.”

“And then I have to do it all over again,” I groaned unhappily. “Twins! How come I had to have twins the first time I got pregnant? This is all Jeff's fault. Twins don't run in my family!”

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“Do twins run in his?” asked Craig.

“He's a twin. He's got a sister,” I said, turning my head to catch Craig in my peripheral vision. He met my gaze with a gentle smile.

“What's her name?”

“Megan. Her name is Megan.”

“So they have an Aunt Megan already,” Craig said, kissing the back of my neck. “And an Uncle Craig.”

I nodded, feeling tears prick at my eyes again. “I love you.”

“Yeah?” Craig's face brightened.

“Yeah,” I said with a grimace. I pushed myself up a little and started to push. This contraction was different. It felt like it was never going to end, gripping my belly in a tight vise. I knew I was turning bright red as I bore down, trying to shift the head in my ass.

I gasped, gulping in air as the contraction ended, turning back to look at Craig. "Well?"

"I love you too!" he laughed. "Really!"

"Good," I laughed before another contraction came along. I took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could. I let out a cry as the baby shifted down noticeably and Craig pressed a damp cloth below my hole. “What are you doing?" I gasped as I stopped pushing when the contraction faded.

“I don't want you to tear,” Craig said calmly. “I can see the top of his head now.”

I pushed again, trying not to think about my ass tearing from the baby's head being so big. It didn't work and I kept seeing my poor hole tearing as the baby stretched it beyond its limits. I lost my momentum and stopped pushing, whimpering through the rest of the contraction.

“Evan? What's wrong?”

“I don't want to tear!”

“Hey, hey,” Craig said gently, moving to look me in the eye. “I don't think you're going to tear. This is just a precaution.”

“Promise?” I looked at him with tears in my eyes. I really wished I could have stopped crying, but apparently that wasn't going to happen.

“Just a precaution,” Craig promised, massaging my perineum with his hand.

“That feels good,” I let out a soft sigh because yeah, my ass was so
full it felt like it was going to burst, I was covered in sweat, tears and snot, but Craig was massaging my ass and it felt good and I was going with it.

“Prostate,” Craig said with a waggle of his eyebrows. I laughed at that, feeling some of the tension break between us.

I felt a tingle in my balls and I shifted my hips to push my erection against the pillow, trying to get some friction against my aching cock.

“Want my hand?” asked Craig, pausing in his massaging.

I nodded with a grunt, pressing my cock between the pillow and my belly. Craig wormed his hand in there and I let out a loud moan when he touched my heated skin. He started up the prostate massage again and between the baby's head on the inside and his fingers on the outside it didn't take long for me to explode all over the pillow and Craig's hand.

There was a contraction immediately afterwards and I pushed without
thinking, my ass suddenly feeling looser. Craig pressed the damp cloth
against me again and urged me on. The baby's head was definitely moving now and I could feel the strange slide of it inside me, a nose and forehead pressing against my inner walls.

“Give me your hand,” Craig said when I stopped pushing, panting heavily. He guided my shaking hand to my hole and pressed my fingers against a round skull with wet tufts of hair. “That's his head.”

“Oh God,” I pulled my hand away, trembling from head to toe. He was so close! I was so close to seeing my first son.

“He's been slipping forward and then back when you stop pushing for a
bit now,” Craig said softly. “This time he stayed put.”

“Guess we know why he was stuck now,” I said with a snort of laughter.

Craig laughed as well. “We'll remember that for number two.”

“Maybe do it a little earlier next time,” I said, trying not to laugh but it was hard. No one said anything in the books about needing to get off during labor and so far I'd done it twice!

“Got it. Earlier,” Craig said between laughter. “Maybe I'll blow you instead.”

“Sounds good.” I hiccuped a little, getting myself under control. I knew a contraction would be coming again and I couldn't be caught laughing during it.

I was right. The next contraction was a monster, like none of the previous ones and it was all I could do to keep from screaming as I pushed. I felt like my ass was splitting in two and I just wanted to stop but I couldn't. It was like my body had a mind of its own and it wanted to push. I felt the baby's head move again and my vision swam with the pain that accompanied it.

“Push, push, push!” Craig shouted and I felt his hands against my ass,
spreading it wide. “The head is almost out!”

I pushed again, wanting to shout at Craig that I was doing my best when I felt a pop in my ass and then a sudden tightening of my hole. “Is he out?”

“His head is out,” Craig said, sounding a little shaky himself. “Hand.”

I reached back and Craig guided my fingers over the baby's nose and
tiny lips. I let my fingers move back to feel where he was still inside of my body even as he began to wail unhappily. My whole ass was distented outward as the rest of the baby's body waited to make its entrance.

“Next contraction, push as hard as you can,” Craig advised. “I'll do
my best to help get the shoulders out quickly.”

I nodded, my fingers tracing his tiny lips again before I shifted into
position, my hands bunched up in the blankets. I was more determined
then ever to get him out with the next push.

When the next contraction came, I pushed with a single-minded focus of getting him out now. My ass burned again as it stretched, the
shoulders rotating inside of me before one came out with another
popping feeling. Craig was urging me on and I could barely hear him,
everything coming to focus on my ass and the burning pain.

There was a rush of sensation as I felt something very large slide out
of me and I came again with a shout of surprise and accomplishment. My
hole closed up as best as it could around the cord and I knew that he was out.

“Oh my God,” Craig said softly, cradling the baby in his arms. With
one hand, he helped me change positions so I was on my back again. He handed me my son – my son! - still connected to my body by the pulsing cord.

I started to cry immediately, looking down at his bright red face and his quivering lips as he cried. My nipples tightened in response to his cries and I smoothed a hand over his head.

“He's beautiful,” Craig said, cuddling close to the both of us. “He's so beautiful.”

“He is,” I agreed, feeling incredibly overwhelmed with emotion and exhaustion. I shifted him in my arms to one of my milk-filled pecs. He mouthed at me a few times before latching on with more strength than I
had anticipated. “Oh wow.”

“What's it feel like?” asked Craig softly, not wanting to interrupt, but obviously curious.

“Weird but good. It's like he's tugging on my nipple but the pressure is getting released so it feels good,” I said just as softly before turning my head to kiss Craig. “Thank you.”

“Don't thank me until number two is eating his first meal,” Craig said
gently, running his hands through my sweaty hair. “We still have to do this again.”

“I know,” I said as I looked down at my son eating his first meal. I was content at the moment and although I was exhausted, I knew number two would get here just fine.
Chapter 16:

I was so wrapped up in my son's cute, little face that I only noticed Craig had disappeared when he sat back down next to me. He had with him a first aid kit, baby clothes, and a warm blanket. I managed to tear my loving gaze away from the baby long enough to see Craig smiling happily down at us.

"Don't know why I didn't think of this before," Craig said, running a
gentle hand over my arm and then over the baby's back. "They identical
or fraternal?"

"Most likely fraternal. Two amniotic sacs," I said quietly. "I think he's asleep."

"Ate his fill then," Craig said with a smile. He rummaged in the first
aid kit, coming up with what he needed to tie off the cord. "Any
contractions?"

I shook my head, shifting the baby so he could cut the cord. "Nothing yet. There are Moses baskets in the nursery."

Craig nodded, taking my now detached son from my arms and quickly examining him. The baby squirmed a little but settled down when Craig diapered and put a warm outfit on him before wrapping him tightly in the blanket. "He seems
perfectly healthy, Evan but I have to tell you, this isn't a 10 lb baby."

My eyes widened a little. "Bigger?"

"Smaller," Craig said with a gentle chuckle. "My guess is he's closer to 9 lbs. which is still big but that means number two is a lot bigger because I don't know if you've taken a look, but you've still got a huge belly."

I looked down at my stomach and groaned. He was right. "Great."

My stomach was noticeably smaller but was still huge. I ran my hands over it, noting that it no longer was as firm as it had been. The top of my stomach, now devoid of baby was stretched out and felt kind of like a marshmallow - soft to the touch but still had some resistance. The bottom of my belly though where the second twin rested was still firm and heavy. Baby #2 was definitely a big one.

Craig settled the baby back in my arms before kissing me gently. "Be
right back with the baskets."

I traced my finger over my son's nose and thought about delivering a second child that was even BIGGER. I could swear Dr. Patterson said they were both around the same size, but maybe it just looked that way. My belly contracted, not strong or painful but a little weird. I instinctively shifted my legs wider and leaned back against the pillows, giving a low grunt as I pushed.

"Oh hey," Craig said as he sat back down, moving quickly between my legs. "Didn't think this would happen so soon."

"What?" I asked before giving another push.

"Placenta," Craig said as I felt something slip out of my ass. I decided it was best not to look and let Craig handle things. "You look exhausted."

I chuckled and looked at him with a smile, rolling my eyes. "I wonder why?"

Craig laughed as well, dipping a wash cloth in warm water and cleaning
me up. I hissed as the cloth touched my skin. Even the soft cloth was too rough for my abused flesh. Craig murmured to me gently as he tenderly cleaned me up.

“Let me get rid of this,” Craig said before disappearing with the first afterbirth.

I was so thankful he was here. I shivered a little at the thought of delivering these two alone without any help. If I hadn't gone to get the new car, I never would have met Craig and I would have been giving birth all alone without anyone to help.

I kissed my son's forehead and placed him in the basket, turning onto my side to watch him. His brother gave a little kick, a reminder that he was still in there. I ran my hand gently over my belly trying to soothe him.

Craig came back and pulled a blanket over me before settling down and wrapping me in his arms. I leaned against him and sighed, very content for the moment. “Close your eyes for a few minutes. See if you can catch a little sleep before the next delivery.”

I nodded and shut my eyes, one hand resting on the basket where my first son was sleeping comfortably. I wasn't sure if I was actually going to fall asleep, but I was warm and as comfortable as I could get at the moment even though my ass was throbbing, the pressure still there, reminding me that there was more still to come.

Craig's hand moved in big, slow circles over my belly and before I knew it I
had drifted off. Thankfully I did get some rest but before I wanted, I woke with a start, hissing as a contraction distented my belly and made my back ache.

“At least you got a little nap,” Craig said after the contraction ended. He gently parted my legs, pressing two fingers inside of me. I gasped in pain, my ass still super sensitive and tried to push him out, shutting my legs. “Hey, I have to do this, Evan. You know that.”

“I know but it hurts,” I whimpered as his fingers prodded my insides. No matter how gentle he was, everything ached and burned.

“Baby's head is almost in position.”

His hands roamed my belly again, feeling out where the baby was. He frowned a little, which worried me. “What is it?”

“He's big,” Craig said, taking my hand. “You can feel how he's curled up but still taking up most of your belly.”

I felt where Craig had me touch, tracing the curve of the baby boy still inside of me and how much room he was taking up. I had gained weight, but most of it was baby so I knew what we were touching wasn't fat.

“We're in for a rough ride, aren't we?” I asked softly, already knowing
the answer.

“You'll be fine,” Craig leaned up and kissed me reassuringly. “You're a strong guy. Want to try walking?”

“I hate walking even more than I did earlier,” I groaned, but held my hands out to Craig. “Hell, I don't even know if I CAN walk.”

“I guess we'll find out.” Craig pulled me to my feet, holding me steady as my legs trembled with the effort. My center of balance was completely off now – not that it had been very good recently anyway. He kept his arms around me, holding me up.

“I have to piss,” I said after a moment, feeling the heavy tug on my
bladder. “Like right now.”

Craig looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before picking me up. I let out a cry of surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” I asked with a laugh. I sounded like a school girl again, but a tired one who had just given birth (if that's imaginable).

“We'll get there faster this way,” Craig said as he carried me to the bathroom. I was in awe. There's no way he should have been able to carry me! I was enormous! His display of strength turned me on right away but I brushed it from my mind knowing that I was 1) about to pee (and there's nothing more annoying than really having to pee when you have a boner) and 2) about to give birth again soon.

I sat on the toilet, frowning as I concentrated on trying to piss. “C'mon,” I groaned, rubbing my belly.

“No luck?” Craig knelt down in front of me, rubbing the sides of my belly and pushing down like he had before. It increased the pressure, but nothing happend and I was definitely getting frustrated. I really had to pee!

My belly bulged out as a contraction started up. I panted heavily, watching Craig as he breathed along with me. The pressure increased even more and I couldn't believe it as I finally started to urinate during the contraction.

Craig gave me a slow, warm smile. “There we go.”

I sighed with relief as I finally peed. It seemed like forever before I was finally done but eventually I was and I held my hands out to Craig for his help getting up.

"We left the baby!" I said with concern as I suddenly remembered my first born was all by himself in the other room.

"He's fine," Craig assured me. "He's sleeping. Trust me, we'd know if he was awake."

Uncomfortable as it was, I waddled back to the great room under my own power, hoping it would help speed things along. I gazed down to the little boy I had just brought into the world and sure enough he was still sound asleep in his basket.

"Thought of any names?' Craig asked.

"I like Michael," I said. "Michael Jeffrey."

"Very nice," Craig said with a smile, rubbing the small of my back. It was only because I was still in labor that I was still naked and somewhat comfortable with it. Any other time I wouldn't be seen anywhere other than my bedroom when naked, I just wasn't that kind of guy.

Another contraction hit as I waddled around the couch. They were getting stronger and closer together again.

"This one should go quicker babe," Craig said, sensing my obvious discomfort.

"But he's so big," I groaned, rubbing my belly. The second baby was moving around a lot now, I'm sure no more comfortable than I was.

"True, but you're still pretty open," Craig pointed out. "So we won't have to wait so long to push this time. It'll just depend on how long it takes you to push him out."

"Great," I chuckled. I couldn't believe I had to do this all over again so soon! Even with my nap, I was still exhausted and wanted nothing more than for this to all be over and curl up with Craig and go to sleep for a long time.

I continued to move around the couch a few more times. On my third go round, the strongest contraction I'd had so far with the second baby hit, causing me to double over and grip my belly. I felt like I was trying to somehow pull off the vice that I felt was holding my stomach.

"Shit!" I yelled, before starting my breathing excersizes. My ass rippled as a fart escaped. "Oh shit Craig," I said, grabbing on tightly to the back of the couch. "I think my," I began, before my second water broke, splashing out of my ravaged ass in loud gushes on the floor. "My water's about to break," I finished with a laugh.

"You ok?" Craig asked, giggling himself as he ran his strong hands over my back.

"At the moment I actually feel a little better," I said honestly. "It feels like a lot of the pressure's gone. I don't feel like I'm gonna pop anymore!" I laughed. I ran my free hand over my stomach which was definitely softer to the touch.

"Good," Craig smiled. "Can you make your way back over to the blankets?"

"Yeah," I said, straightening up as much as I could. I felt confident that I could make it into position but definitely wanted to get there before the next contraction hit.

"Alright," Craig said, giving my ass a light slap.

"Hey!" I yelped. "Watch it! I'm sore!"

"Sorry babe!" he sad, making a sad face, complete with puppy dog eyes. "I forgot. And you just look so hot right now!"

"That's cause I am hot!" I laughed, wiping the sweat off my brow for emphasis. "And I'm sorry to tell you that I'm thinking that nothing's going near or in my ass anytime soon!"

"Completely understandable," he nodded. "As I was going to say," he laughed. "Go over, try to get comfortable and I'm gonna clean up this mess," he said as he walked off to get some more towels.

I successfully made my way back to my spot in front of the tree. I carefully lowered myself to the ground and got into as comfortable a position as I could right before the next contraction hit. I tried my best to breathe through it and not make much noise as Michael was still sleeping next too me.

"Thank God," I sighed as the contraction finally passed. As with the one before, it had been strong and I felt the baby still inside me respond with his discomfort.

Craig came back in the room and quickly got my mess cleaned up and resumed his position next to me.

"Ready to do this?" he asked with a big grin. How could he look so happy?!?

"As I'll ever be," I rolled my eyes while grinning back.

"We're almost done," he said leaning in to kiss me.

"Good," I said into the kiss. "Don't know how much more I can take!"

Chapter 17:

"I thought you said we were almost done!" I hissed at Craig through gritted teeth as I pushed.
Thoughtfully, Craig had moved Michael into the other room, still close by in case he needed anything but out of the line of fire of my screaming.

The pace of my labor had picked up quickly after my water broke but I had still been pushing for almost an hour already and I was losing steam and losing it fast.

"We are baby!" Craig said trying to soothe me.

"And what's with the we?" I yelled as I finished pushing for the moment. "This isn't a we thing! This is a me thing! I'm the one doing this! NOT you!" I regretted the words as soon as I'd said them.

Craig's face immediately turned a dark red and I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Craig," I said softly, reaching out for his hand. "I'm sorry. Really I am."

"It's fine," he said, moving away, turning to rummage through the nearby first aid kit. I could tell he was trying to divert his attention from me and not really doing anything important.

"Fuck Craig," I groaned. "No it's not. I really didn't mean it. I'm just physically and mentally exhausted. I didn't mean what I said at all," I said honestly. "Please don't be upset. I'm sorry," I said squeezing his hand. "I couldn't be doing this without you."

"It's ok babe," he said, finally turning his gaze to me. I sighed with relief. "I understand. I do," he said, squeezing back. "But what you said hurt."

"I know," I said before starting to push again. " But it didn't hurt as much as what I'm doing now, I PROMISE you," I said with a chuckle as I finished pushing.

"Alright, alright," Craig laughed, rolling his eyes. "You're off the hook! But just this once!"

"That's fine," I smiled. "Cause you're gonna be doing this next time!"

"Like hell I will!" Craig laughed.

"Come here," I said, reaching out for him. "Kiss me."

Craig obliged me with a kiss on the lips. We kissed deeply with great feeling. "I love you," I said quietly as we finished the kiss.

"I love you too," he said, pecking me again.

"Grrr!!!" I cried out through my teeth as I gave another big push. This time I felt the baby's head move down but stay in place. Though I didn't think it possible, the burning in my ass increased as the baby made its way out. "Wooo!" I huffed, my cheeks filling with air. "This hurts so much!"

"I can see the top of the head now," Craig said from between my legs. "He's got a full head of hair too."

"That's nice," I said sluggishly . It really was nice but I just didn't have it in me to express it. Craig sensed I was really struggling.

"Let's see if this helps," Craig said as he made his way further between my legs, leaning forward and taking my hard cock into his mouth.

"Aw fuck!" I gasped. For a moment I felt no pain. All I felt was Craig's hot mouth wrapped around my shaft, his tongue moving up and down its length.

While Craig supported himself on the floor with one hand, his other hand moved across my belly. The next contraction hit, gripping my middle but all I could do was lie there and enjoy the blow job.

"Push Evan!" Craig said, his mouth full with my cock. Only about half my cock accessible to him as my low belly blocked the rest but it was more than enough to give me pleasure. "Push!"

Not wanting to but knowing I had no choice, I pushed along with the contraction. I felt the baby move forward more at a quicker pace. The blow job was doing its trick!

"That one wasn't so bad," I gasped, trying to regain my breath when the contraction subsided. It was hard to do though with Craig sucking me!

"Good," Craig said, his mouth still occupied. From behind my belly which was still rather large, I could only see the top of Craig's head when he moved up off my cock.

The next contraction came sooner and it felt like my entire body was going to be ripped in two. As I pushed through it, Craig kept sucking.
"Fuck!" I gasped as I pushed. "I'm gonna cum Craig!"

"Mmm," was the response I got.

As I continued to push, I starting thrusting my hips, forcing as much of my cock into Craig's mouth as I could. "Nnnnh," I groaned as I filled Craig's mouth with my hot seed.

Craig willingly gulped down every drop of my cum as I continued to push while fucking his face. As the contraction ended, so did my orgasm. Craig sat up and wiped off his mouth.
"Shit," he laughed. "I didn't know if I'd be able to swallow it all!"

"That much huh?" I laughed weakly.

"Evan," Craig said, reaching between my legs. "His head's out!".

"It is?" I asked. Apparently during my orgasm the baby's head had finally come out without me even feeling it!

"It is!" Craig said excitedly. "You're so close!"

I immediately noticed that Craig said "you're". "You mean we," I smiled at him, now able to see his face.

"We," he repeated with a smile. "We," he chuckled. "Are so close."

"Finally!" I couldn't help but laugh. "About damn time!"

"He's looking around," Craig said as he watched my son. "It's kind of weird."

"I wish I could see," I smiled. "But then again maybe I don't," I thought aloud. The thought of seeing my ass in the condition it was currently in gave me the chills. While giving birth is a beautiful and special moment, I think I could do without actually seeing what was going on down there.

"Only a couple more pushes hon," Craig smiled at me, rubbing his hands on my knees.

"Good cause that's all I've got left in me," I sighed. "Here comes the next one," I grunted as the contraction came.

This time I grabbed onto my knees, pulling my feet up off the floor and really getting my ass open wide. My hole was on fire now as the baby's shoulder pressed heavily against it from the inside, trying desperately to get out. I screamed in pain as the widest point of the baby's shoulders hit my hole, opening it the widest yet. As the contraction ended and I stopped pushing, I dropped my legs to the ground, trying to recoup. As I did, I felt the shoulders slide back in slightly.

"Damn," Craig said. "You were so close! I should've held onto him."

I wanted to say, "Should've is right!" But I didn't. I was too tired. Sooner than I was ready for, it was time to push again.

"Come on Evan!" Craig said enthusiastically. He'd gotten himself situated right between my legs, ready to help pull the baby out.

Once again I grabbed onto my knees and opened myself up. My hole screamed with pain as the baby's shoulders hit it again. This contraction didn't last long but that didn't stop me. I kept pushing.

"Get him out!" I panted as I pushed.

"I'm trying Evan," Craig said. "I can't just yank him out!"

"Ahh!" I yelled, still pushing as the next contraction came. I felt a rush of movement in my ass as the rest of the baby practically shot out of me. My urgent pushing, coupled with the final contraction sent the baby almost shooting into Craig's waiting arms.

"Damn Evan!" Craig laughed as he caught the baby. "He came flying outta there at the end!"

I laughed quietly as I lay back against the pillows, panting and sighing with relief that this was finally over. I cautiously reached down to feel my hole, which couldn't be described any other way than to say it was gaping. I cringed as my fingers brushed over its flared lips, feeling how stretched out they'd become and couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever be the same down there again. My hands found the cord that still connected me to my second son, who Craig was now holding and looking over.

"How is he?" I asked quietly. "He's not making any noise."

"He's fine," Craig smiled down at the little face. "He's big," he laughed. "He's just sitting here looking at me."

"Give him here," I said. "Before he thinks you're his dad," I added with a laugh.

Craig handed the baby to me. He was big! Easily a few pounds heavier than his brother, Michael. I would guess around 12 lbs. I put him to my chest and watched as he took my nipple into his mouth and began to feed.

"We did it," Craig said quietly.

"We did," I smiled.

"What's his name?"

I looked down at my second son for a moment, thinking of the perfect name. "Stephen," I said firmly. "Stephen Jeffrey Anderson."

"I like it," Craig said, bending over to kiss each of us on the top of our heads. "But how come no Craig?" he asked.

"Oh that's the next one's name!" I said with a laugh. "The one that YOU have!"

"Hey we went over that already!" Craig laughed, holding his hands up in defense.

I laughed along. "Can you go get Michael?" I asked.

"Sure," Craig said as he stood.

In a second, he was back with my first born. I took hold of Michael while Craig practically pried Stephen off my chest so he could cut the cord and get him diapered and dressed.

Michael was still sound asleep, and nuzzled peacefully against my chest. People always say "oh you'll know when you're a parent" when referring to that special feeling they have for their child, much like how you know when you're in love and I now knew both.

Craig placed Stephen in my free arm and cuddled up against me. "Look at us," he said, kissing the side of my head. "Our own little family."

"This feels incredible," I said. Even though I was exhausted, seeing my two boys in my arms and having my man next to me supporting me, I felt like a million bucks.

"Merry Christmas, Evan," Craig said, pulling my face towards his so we could kiss.

"Mmm," I moaned into the kiss. "This is the best Christmas ever. Merry Christmas baby, I love you."

"Love you too," Craig winked. "And you," he said, kissing the top of Stephen's head. "And you too!" he said as he kissed Michael.

And so, not only did we have ourselves a Merry little Christmas that night, but a very special one as well as it was the night our new little family came to be.

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WOW! Glad to find it here. ^^ the greatest Christmas story. Nice and sweet. -- Edited by 55885 on Saturday 10th of December 2011 07:39:52 PM __________________

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Bumping this for the holidays! __________________

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Aren't we all looking for something to bump for the holidays... ;) __________________

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love this story for christmas __________________

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This is the one of the sweetest stories ever. :P I love how BrimmingBelly almost always has this intense romance in all his pieces, plus I mean...pardon me but...the birth scenes are just plain sexy. I'm a big fan. Happy holidays everybody! __________________ Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost...

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i LOVE this story :) makes me all warm and fuzzy inside! so sweet __________________

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amazing work __________________

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it so sweet! i loves it! i wants them! __________________ --Blade on the floor, Blood on her wrist, She'll never know, How much she'll be missed--

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this is definitely my favorite story on this site. great job! __________________

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Great job. __________________ Marcus Scott

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This story is simply wonderful and very well written! __________________

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