The twins are a big surprise to us both and it’s going to be a lot of work, but at least our parents will be supportive this time and I know our moms will be as helpful as we’ll let them be. The kids took the news well, but I didn’t really expect to have a problem with that. We’ll see if Jo is still excited when she has to share us with two babies. Jake is around, but not every day and babies will require our constant attention.
We also have to talk about whether or not Sookie wants to go back to work. Jo will be in first grade, or close to starting it, by the time the babies come. We could put the twins in daycare but I’m not sure how Sookie will feel about doing that. The maternity leave package at her company is generous, but not generous enough.
Rather than having two different dinner parties, we decide to invite all the parents over for dinner so we can tell them at the same time. It would have been nice to wait until we’re moved into the new house, but I’m going to need both our dads, Jason and anyone else I can get to help me move since Sookie will be limited to the role of supervising.
The home inspection came back with a few plumbing and electrical problems, so we’re having those fixed before we move in. We have to get our current house ready for selling so we aren’t carrying two mortgages at once, plus Sookie wants to get the wedding taken care of before we close on the house. It’s not the way we wanted it to go, but we decided to take a quick trip to Tahoe and just get it done. We’ll have a reception at the new house once we’re moved in.
So right now Jake is at Aude’s and Jo is at Sam’s parents house so it will be an adults night. Sookie hasn’t had it as bad with the morning sickness. She caught a break there, at least. With the nausea fading, the horny hormones seem to be replacing them.
I come in from mowing the lawn and as soon as Sookie sees me, she whimpers and bites her lip. I know that look.
“Excuse me, yard boy, can you help me over here?” she practically purrs.
“What can I do for you, ma’am?”
“Can you reach the bowl up there on the top shelf, please?”
“Sure thing,” I smile and grab the wrong bowl on purpose. “This one?”
“Nope, that one,” she says as she points toward the bowl next to the one I just took down. Her eyes are glued to my abs.
“Oh, that bowl.” I grab the right one and hand it to her. “Need anything else?”
“There’s a Pyrex dish down there I need.” Her eyes twinkle as she points at the bottom cabinet.
I give her another smile and bend over to get the dish she wants. I take my time doing it, too.
“Here you go, miss. Anything else? Maybe something needs rubbing?” I ask.
“Mmm, I’m sure I have lots of things you can rub,” she growls seductively.
I look her up and down and say, “I’m sure you do.”
“Would you like a closer look?” she asks, arching an eyebrow as she plays with her collar.
“I would definitely like a closer look.”
She pulls her shirt over her head and grabs her tits before saying, “These would love a little massage… would you like to see if they fit in your hands?”
“I would love to,” I tell her even though we know the answer to that. Pregnancy has made her tits go from the perfect handful for me to holy-shit-I-need-a-forklift.
I reach out and put my hands over hers. My thumbs brush over her nipples and she moans. Her nipples have been extra sensitive lately. I could probably make her cum just by playing with them.
“Mmm, feels like you need a little help. Do you want to see how they taste?” she moans with heat in her eyes.
I nod and tug the cups of her bra down. I lower my head and flick my tongue over her nipple before I suck lightly on it.
“Mmm…” I moan appreciatively and blow a cool breath on the pink bud before I move to the other side.
“I love the way that feels,” she purrs and runs her fingers through my hair.
My mouth moves back and forth between her tits, kissing and nipping at them until Sookie’s panting.
“I have other places that could use a massage,” she says as she pulls my head up so she can kiss me. Her mouth is warm and her tongue is soft as she licks my lips. She grabs my wrists and she presses her chest into mine as she moves my hands down to her ass.
I growl into the kiss and lift her up to set her on the counter. My hands move up her back to get rid of her bra and then I slip my hand down the front of her shorts. Sookie gasps into the kiss and I find her already very wet.
“How about here? Do you need rubbing here?” My middle finger draws circles around her clit.
“I always need to be rubbed there,” she whispers as her lips brush against mine.
My finger moves faster and I dip my head down again to play with her tits. I catch her nipple between my teeth and tug a little.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans loudly. “My yard boy is going to make me cum if he keeps doing that.”
“Do you want him to stop?”
“Never,” she pants and shifts her hips, silently begging me to push my fingers inside her.
I move my finger down to her opening and look into her eyes as it slides into her. “How about here?” I curl my finger to find her spot.
“Yes! Right there… perfect,” she cries out.
Her hands slide down to my shoulders as her head drops back and the sweet sounds of her panting fills the room. I add another finger and kiss along her collarbone to her neck. My thumb rubs her clit and it doesn’t take long for her walls to start fluttering. Quickies are extra quick for her lately.
Just to put her over the top, I work a third finger inside her and Sookie’s nails dig into my shoulders.
“Ohgodohgodohgod!” she chants as her pussy grabs onto my fingers like a vice. “Fuck, yard boy… I need you,” she moans.
“You have me,” I smirk at her and keep my fingers pumping in and out of her.
She grabs my face so I’m looking into her eyes and she growls, “Bend me over and fuck me.”
“Open my jeans,” I tell her.
She doesn’t waste time reaching down to unbutton my jeans and she pulls my cock out. She wraps her hand around my shaft and she starts stroking me slowly.
“You’re going to have to stop that if you want me to fuck you,” I say as I remove my fingers from her pussy.
“I’m just making sure you’re ready.” She let’s go and pushes my jeans down around my thighs.
I lift her off the counter and when Sookie crosses the room to the table, I follow and tug her shorts and panties down. She bends over the table and I don’t bother teasing her. I just line up and thrust into her hard.
“Is that what you want?” I pull almost all the way out and drive into her again.
“That’s exactly what I want, baby,” she says over her shoulder. “Give it to me hard, Eric.”
I grab her hips and find a fast and hard rhythm that makes Sookie cry out with just about every stroke. My hips slap against her ass and when I reach around to rub her clit, her knees go a little weak. She grabs the edge of the table to keep her up and she pushes her legs closer together, making her feel a little tighter.
“I need it… I need your cum, yard boy…” She starts fluttering around my cock and I know it’ll take just a few more thrusts before she cums hard.
With my free hand I reach up and thread my fingers through the back of her hair. I tug just hard enough to make her back arch and it takes two hard, deep thrusts before she explodes with a scream.
I hold still, buried deep inside her while she cums. Her walls are pulsing hard and fast around my cock, and when she calms down some I start to thrust again. I rub my thumb over her wet lower lips and then move my hand to play with her back entrance. We haven’t even had a talk about anal sex, but just playing with her here turns her on more sometimes.
“You’re so tight, baby,” I groan as I thrust into her at a slower pace than before.
All she can do is whimper. I’ve let go of her hair so she rests her head on the table. She spreads her legs wider than shoulder width to give a different sensation.
“So… good,” she whimpers.
I thrust a little harder and ask, “Do you ever wonder how good it would feel if I fucked you here?” I press a little more on her other entrance.
Her eyes flutter closed and she bites her bottom lip. “Mmm, no, I haven’t… but that feels amazing,” she says softly.
I keep moving at the rougher pace and after another minute or two, I feel the tingles in my spine.
“Where do you want your yard boy’s cum?” I ask.
“Right where you are,” she pants.
My thrusts become erratic and I feel my cock swell just a little bit more right before I cum with a deep, guttural growl. My release triggers a third for Sookie and I think she stops breathing for a moment as she milks me for every drop of my cum.
“That’s exactly what I needed,” she breathes and collapses on the table.
“Mmm… me too,” I pant and lean over to kiss her shoulder before I pull out of her.
“Can my parents keep Jo until I’m over this stage?” she asks without moving.
“You can ask.” I peel her up off the table and scoop her up to take her back to the bedroom.
“I’ll let her visit every now and then,” she jokes. “You know I’m going to be too big for you to pick me up soon, right?”
“Maybe. Is that your way of saying you want me to fuck you up against the wall?” I joke.
Her eyes glaze over and she nods subconsciously.
“That would feel amazing.”
“I can do that.” I set her down on the bed and tug her shorts and panties the rest of the way off.
“Start the shower and I’ll join you in a minute, sweaty,” she says as she flops back so she can stretch out. “I won’t be able to lay on my back either.”
“Enjoy it while you can. I’ll get you one of those body pillow things,” I tell her. I remember Aude was always wedging pillows under her belly or between her knees.
“You’re amazing,” she smiles.
“So are you. That cape will be here any day now.” I give her a kiss and then go to the bathroom to start the shower.
We decide to make our parents wait until after dinner to give them the good news. The six of us are sitting in the living room with after dinner drinks and Sookie is perched on my lap. She decided to have ultrasound pictures framed for them so she gets up to give each of our moms a nicely wrapped little box.
“What’s this?” Michelle asks, as she inspects the box.
“Open it and find out,” I chuckle as Sookie takes a seat on my lap.
Mom and Michelle start tearing off the paper and it’s hysterical when they both realize what they’re seeing at the same time.
“Surprise,” Sookie grins.
“Twins?” Our moms say simultaneously.
“Yep,” Sookie nods. “Eric and I blame each other.”
“Well you know triplets run on my side,” Corbett says.
“Oh really?” I look at Sookie.
“Dad, that is not a funny joke,” she says seriously. Corbett just shrugs.
“It’s not a joke. My uncle has triplets,” he tells her.
She looks down at me and says, “I guess we lucked out with just two.”
“Looks like it,” I reply.
“When are you due?” Mom asks. Of course she’s crying.
“Late spring/early summer. I’ve read twins are generally born earlier than single births,” Sookie says.
“My sisters were two months early,” Dad offers. He takes the frame from Mom and says, “We’ll need another one of these for my bragging wall at work.”
“Dad still has art projects from when Pam and I were kids in his office,” I explain.
She nods and asks Dad, “Do you want to wait until we can see them better or do you want the orb picture?”
“Oh I suppose I can wait,” Dad smiles.
“If they’re boys we can give you a picture that shows off all three of their arms,” Sookie snorts.
“A baby with a kickstand would be helpful, I’d think,” Corbett says.
“That’s enough dirty talk,” Michelle snickers.
“Just sayin’,” Sookie shrugs. “Eric’s hoping for girls,” she teases me and kisses my forehead.
“As long as they have bodies like their brother, I’m all for it,” I smirk at her.
“Won’t matter, son. Anyone comes near ’em, you’ll be happy to have Jason hiding in your bushes in full SWAT gear,” Corbett says.
“We need to make sure we keep the camera close by when they get to dating age,” Sookie grins.
“Nah, you need some shotgun shells. I threw one at Sam on your first date and told him they fly faster after ten,” Corbett grins.
“He was a mess after that,” Sookie laughs. “I’m pretty sure he almost pissed himself.”
“Good,” Dad and I say in unison. My parents love Jo, so Sam’s fuckery is severely unappreciated.
“Have you heard from him since he terminated his rights?” Mom asks.
“No, I think he finally got the hint. The sad thing is, if he never got into drugs he wouldn’t have had to make that decision. At the same time, it’s the best one he’s ever made,” she says as she looks at me.
“We also decided to move up the wedding and then have a reception at the new house once we’re moved in.” We weren’t planning on doing anything too big anyway, so this change in plans suits us just fine.
“How soon are you thinking?” Mom asks. “Where are you doing it?”
“We were thinking Tahoe while Jo is out of school for winter break.”
“Will you be here for Christmas?” Michelle asks. Like Sookie would be away from Jo on Christmas.
“Of course we will,” Sookie tells her.
“You better be,” Mom says.
“Don’t worry, Mom, we’re just going for the weekend. That way Jo can do her Christmas stuff with Sam’s parents,” I explain.
“I still don’t trust that situation,” Michelle grumbles.
“We have it under control, Mom. Papa and Nana Merlotte aren’t dumb, and if Sam shows up when he’s out Jo knows to call Eric or me.”
“I doubt he’ll try anything,” I say.
It’s always a possibility that Sam could resurface, but it wouldn’t go well for him.
Our parents stick around for a while longer but by the time they leave for the night Sookie looks pretty tired. Happy, but tired.
“I think that went well,” I smile at her as we lock up the house. We get Jo back tomorrow afternoon so we have one more night of quiet before the house is full of her chatter again.
When I look over at the toy box in the corner of the living room, I’m never more glad than I am right now that when we move, it’ll be into a house with five bedrooms. When we talked about space, I didn’t think about the possibility of us having twins. We’ll have the space for all four kids and if we have a fifth, the twins can stay in the same room with each other if they’re the same gender. Sookie and I have been reading books about twins and multiples, and we’ve read that twins prefer to stay together. For now we’re thinking we might just put them in the same crib until they’re too big to stay together.
“I think so. You know my mom is beside herself. Not just one, but two at once,” she smiles.
“It’ll definitely be a challenge for us,” I say. “Do you want to watch TV for a while or are you ready to go to bed?”
“We can watch TV for a bit. We can do a scary movie,” she laughs, wiggling her eyebrows. She ended up passed out on me the first time. “Maybe you can check out my tits again.”
“Maybe?” I smirk. “Go get comfy and I’ll set up the movie.”
“Yes, sir,” she winks and slips into the bedroom. She comes back a few minutes later in one of my t-shirts. “Ready.”
“You know it’s not going to be easy to check out your tits in a shirt with a neckline that high,” I tell her as I put Rob Zombie’s Halloween into the DVD player.
“You said get comfy,” she points out. “The shirt is white, and old. I’m sure you can see through it.”
I look her over and say, “A little.”
I plop down on the couch beside her and Sookie snuggles into my side. I push the play button on the remote and she tugs a throw blanket down over her bare legs.
“I give it three minutes before you cry,” I tease her. She’s a total chicken shit when it comes to scary movies.
“No, that’s why I have you. You will keep me safe.”
“I don’t know… Michael Myers is a pretty crafty killer.”
“You’re smarter. I trust you,” she says, batting her eyelashes at me.
With absolutely perfect timing, there is a loud clap of thunder overhead. If I didn’t know any better, I might think it was a bomb exploding. Sookie’s face slams into my chest and she starts pulling my arms to try to get them around her.
“No scary movies in the haunted house,” she murmurs into my chest.
I chuckle and rub her back.
“Not even Paranormal Activity or The Blair Witch Project?” I tease.
“You’re insane if you think I’m ever going to watch either one of those.” Her head is still in my chest.
“House of 1,000 Corpses?”
She finally pulls her face back to look at me with horror in her eyes.
“Do you hate me?”
“Toots, if I hated you I would make sure the box of DVDs with all those chick flicks you love doesn’t survive the move,” I chuckle.
She gasps and playfully smacks my chest. “That’s just plain evil. Plus I’d have to replace them and do you really want me to spend that kind of money again?”
“God, why would you replace them? How many chicks with cancer movies do you need?”
“It’s the leading men I want to watch,” she says as she snuggles back into my chest. “Except Beaches, that’s just a phenomenal movie.”
“So does that mean I can get rid of that awful male stripper movie you watch when you think I’ve gone to bed?” I ask.
“Hell no, I like watching the dance scenes. You need to learn that hip thrust he does. You have pretty good moves, but… mmm…”
“That’s pretty gross, Stackhouse,” I tease.
“Not at all. Just wait till Jo is old enough to appreciate it. The boy crazy years are going to be fun and hormonal. You should get used to it now,” she smiles. “I’m already crazy about you and hormonal as hell.”
“And why wouldn’t you be?” I smirk again just as another loud clap of thunder booms overhead.
She jumps again, but not as bad. When she calms down she looks up at me and says, “Exactly. You’re beautiful and funny and the sweetest, sexiest man in the world.”
“See? No need for greasy male strippers.”
“Baby, Channing Tatum has… he’s… I can’t describe it,” she says, waving her hand in the air. “If we had lists, he’d be on it.”
“Lists?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Are you kidding me? You don’t know about The List. The list of famous people your significant other could sleep with without consequences should the situation present itself?”
“Never thought to have one of those lists,” I admit.
“I don’t have one, but if I did he’d be at least number three.”
“Who else would be on it?” I ask curiously.
“I don’t know. I don’t want this used against me ever,” she says as she shifts to look at me better.
“It’s just for fun, right?”
“Yeah… are you going to make a list if I make one for you?” she asks with a little smirk.
“If you want me to I will.”
Already three names are coming to mind.
“Alright, number one would be Alexander Skarsgård. He looks a lot like you, but a touch smaller around the shoulders. Two would be Jason Momoa because… yum. We already know three is Channing Tatum. How many are we doing?”
“Four and five would be Luke Bryan and Jimmy Fallon, don’t judge the last one. He’s adorable,” she finishes with a little twinkle in her eye. “Your turn.”
I chuckle. “Jimmy Fallon, huh?”
“He’s funny. Funny is a turn on,” she shrugs. “And I said don’t judge.”
“I’m not judging, just surprised.”
“Why, because he’s not muscley and tall?”
“No, because he’s the only guy on the list that I know of by name,” I laugh. I have no idea who those other guys are, except for the jiggly stripper guy.
“If you’re feeling spunky you can Google them later. Now stop stalling and give me your five.”
“Okay, let’s see…” I’m not going to bother giving reasons. “Kate Winslet, Scarlett Johansson, Jennifer Lawrence, Anne Hathaway and Mariska Hargitay.”
She gives me a blank stare for a few moments and then says, “Aren’t Kate and Mariska a bit old for your taste?”
“Nope. They’re hot,” I smirk. “Besides, isn’t Jimmy Fallon a little old for you?”
“I never said I’m not generally attracted to older men. You told me you aren’t normally attracted to older women, so I was curious. Those are all very good choices though,” she smiles and moves up to kiss me.
“Not a pornstar in the bunch.” I don’t bother to remind Sookie that she’s older than me, even if it is only by two and a half years.
“I’m very proud of you,” she giggles. “I’m the only porn you should ever need. Unless you have some hidden that we should be watching instead of the scary stuff.”
“There might be some in a box out in the garage,” I admit. I didn’t bother unpacking that stuff when I moved in here.
“We can bust it out when we move on a kidless night,” she grins. “We may have to get creative once the babies get bigger, but I’m limber.”
“I know you are. I think it’s a good thing our bathroom will be further away from the other bedrooms.” We tend to have a lot of sex in the bathroom at this house so I don’t imagine it will be any different at the new house.
“Very good thing,” she agrees and starts rubbing my stomach.
“You know you’re missing the movie with all this talking, right?” I smile at her.
“That’s my evil plan,” she giggles and turns to watch the movie before immediately turning her face into my chest.
“Just remember the scary movie was your idea.”
“You haven’t figured out scary movies are my way of being ridiculously close without looking clingy?”
“Oh I’m aware. I figured that out after the second scary movie we watched and you ended up burrowed behind me like I was a human shield,” I laugh.
“Then let me live in my fantasy world, Mr. Northman,” she laughs with me.
“And I’ll live in mine, where the greasy stripper is axe murdered mid-performance.”
“We all have dreams.”
There’s another loud clap of thunder that has Sookie burying her face in my chest. A few minutes later we give up the movie and just go to bed. Neither of us is really watching and it’s been a long day anyway.