Christian
Just a few minutes later we arrived at the house and my brothers helped bring in the babies and the bags then put both of my boys in their bassinet that's been set up in the living room while I got Molly comfy on the sofa then they joined us for a cup of coffee and we chatted as I kept watching the time and wishing it to hurry up so that all of our children can be here together. Our future as a family looks amazing and I already know that we are going to make the best memories.
Our children will grow up knowing that they are loved and cared for and will never be in need of anything ever again. It still shocks me to think about where I was a year ago and where I am now but I wouldn't change a thing... well, if I could change something it would be Molly's last name, she would be my wife until our last breath and maybe we'd even have another baby or two but even if that time doesn't come I'm still going to enjoy every single moment of my life with my little family and forever be grateful for being the luckiest guy alive.
Molly
It's been a month since I gave birth to the boys and while life has been stupid crazy I know that I wouldn't change a second of it. All three of the older children have taken to their baby brothers so well. They love to spend time with them cuddling them and helping to feed them and I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't cried happy tears several times over the month when I'd watched those tender moments between the children and the babies and of course, all of Chris's brothers and parents are absolutely besotted with the babies, Hunter two and it warms my heart every time I witness the love and protection that runs through this family.
"You ready baby?" Chris appears in the doorway of our bedroom as I take one final look at myself in the mirror. Tonight is our first date night since the babies were born and as much as I love the kids with all my heart Chris and I need time to get together to be a couple and have one-on-one time and I'm more than ready for it. "Jesus you look absolutely stunning." He walks into the room with his mouth hanging open making me laugh.
He stops when he reaches my back then wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in tight to him. He leans down and moves my hair out of his way so that he can run a line of kisses from my neck to my ear then his breath tickles my ear as he whispers to me. "You are killing me! I can't wait to be able to sink my cock into your tight little pussy again!" When he first started talking dirty to me I'll admit that I used to get a little freaked out and embarrassed because it was new to me but now his words make me melt and want him anywhere anytime. He smirks when he sees that his words are affecting me but then he steps back and I want to protest but his next words stop me.
"I can't wait to be with you again, to make love to you again but I want you fully recovered and ready. I'm okay with waiting, sweetheart, even if I think I may die in the meantime. I roll my eyes at his dramatics but then give him a mysterious grin. I was going to wait until later to tell him this but I think that by telling him now I can prolong his torture even more which will bring me endless entertainment.
"At my checkup today the doc gave me the all-clear for all activities." It takes him less than thirty seconds to realise what I mean and he's soon running out the door making me laugh and he drags me behind him. "What are you doing?" I laugh as we reach the stairs and head down them. "The quicker we get to dinner the quicker we get home and I get to take my time as I worship every single bit of your beautiful body.
As you can guess the meal went great and we even contained ourselves long enough to enjoy a drink before we headed home but the moment the bedroom door closed Chris was like a man possessed and he did exactly as he said he would and blew my mind with every moment of it including two wake up calls during the night. I was sore the next day but I loved every moment of it because it just reminded me of our night together.
The day I arrived here I thought that he hated me and by day two I was already considering moving again to avoid him but I'm glad that I let my stubbornness and my love for Tom override my want to leave or I wouldn't be here right now. I wouldn't be with Christian nor would I be completely in love with him and I certainly wouldn't have my children... all five of them. I grew up wondering what it would be like to have a family, to have people who love and care for me, who are there any time I need it and now that I've found it I am never letting anyone or anything hurt us. I love them and I love my life.
The End
**COMING SOON**SNEAK PEAK**
Tom
I wake up in a ball of sweat panting and fighting for air. I feel like I'm suffocating and pull the covers off me in an attempt to try and breathe better but it doesn't work, it never does. At least once a week this nightmare haunts my dreams. There was a time when I convinced myself that it wouldn't last forever but after 15 years I've had to accept that it will always be there, always haunting me in my dreams and affecting my life until the day that I die.
I climb out of bed and head for the bathroom then switch on the shower to cold and head back in my room. I need to calm down because right now I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest but I know how this goes and I know that it will take almost thirty minutes for the shaking and sweating to completely stop and it will take around eighteen minutes for my heart to calm down completely and for me to stop feeling like someone has a tight hold on my throat.
Once I'm slightly calmer I strip off my lounge pants and boxers and then peak at the time even though I already know that it's going to be 3.42 am. I always check the time at this point after waking up and it's always the same time because apparently living with the nightmare of that night isn't enough, I have to have the time embedded into my brain too.
I gasp as the ice-cold water hits my back but it's the shock that I need to get my body moving how I need it to. I'm not sure how long I stay under the water but eventually, the soothing of the cold water turns to a slight pain so I switch on the hot water and get myself washed up.
“You good brother?” my head snaps up and I watch as Christian walks towards me while I sit at the kitchen table with a coffee in my hand, a coffee that is now longer hot which tells me that I've been here a while and lost in my memories the whole time. I nod as he takes my cup from me and throws out the cold coffee then refills it with fresh hot coffee and pours one for himself. He takes a seat next to me but remains quiet for several minutes.
“Nightmares again?” again I nod as I sip my coffee while trying to push the memories away. “You sure you don't want to talk to someone, Tom? There are professionals out there to help with this stuff. There's no shame in needing help.”
“I know brother but honestly it only happens like once a week now which is so much better than it used to be and I can't do that. There's People out there that need that spot so much more than me.” he goes to argue it but thankfully he's stopped by Katie's cry coming through the baby monitor. “I'll be right back.” He heads upstairs to get the little Bubba while I take my coffee outside onto the back porch. I take in a deep breath and then let it out hoping that the memories go with it. If only it was that easy, right?
My family know that I suffer from nightmares, and it's no secret that I have suffered with them for years, Even Molly is aware of them from when we lived together and travelled for a year before we moved here to live with my family. Everyone is supportive of me and they have always encouraged me to talk to someone professional or even one of them and I would but the problem with that is that the nightmares that they think I'm having are the type of nightmares that would be like dreaming of rainbows and unicorns compared to the nightmares that I actually have.
A part of me wants to talk to someone about it but I just can't.. how can I tell them that the nightmare that I get is the exact same one every time? How can I tell them that this nightmare is nothing like they think that it is, a nightmare that I have been having since I was sixteen years old? You see, they believe that my nightmares has to do with my time in the army which makes sense. The stuff that you see while there is more than enough to give you nightmares for the rest of your life but how can I dream about my time in the army when my own personal nightmare is so much worse than anything that I ever witnessed while I was there?
How do I tell them that? fuck I want to but I can't... that night... the memories, I just can't tell anyone. A huge part of me constantly tells myself to stop being stupid and to just get it over with and tell them, that they will support me through it but that other part of me, that smaller niggerling part keeps telling me to remain quiet, not to tell them just in case they don't support me, just in case they don't understand.
What if they don't understand? What if they just simply can't? I'd get that. What if they don't understand why I let it happen? why I didn't fight? Would they blame me for it? There is no way I can tell them, it's a secret that has stayed with me for the last thirteen years and it will remain with me for the rest of my life, even if that does mean a lonely life for me. I'd rather have a lonely life than one of pity stares or disgust. As much as I doubt my family would treat me like that I can't take the risk so I'll remain tight-lipped and keep suffering through these nightmares...