Hungry For Your Love Chapter 10

This chapter features two songs, and you’ll see why as you read through this epilogue. Thanks for sticking with me on this journey – sorry I got sidetracked by RL and the story was slow going at the end.

Thanks to MissyDee and Balti K for being all-star betas! Even when they didn’t actually have time to beta, they were both ALWAYS available for plot advice and to bounce ideas off! You ladies are the absolute best!

Disclaimer – I don’t own any of these characters, Charlaine Harris does… and she’s a lucky, lucky gal.

See you at the end…

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EPOV

It’s our five year anniversary today, and my beautiful Sookie is due for our triplets today. Oh yeah, I said triplets. Naturally fucking conceived triplets. Yup, I’m the man! Of course, Sook had a little something to do with it too, but I’m a dude – one who already has twins, so of course I have to take credit for triplets! Turns out that Sookie was nowhere near infertile, seeing as this will make six kids of our own once these three make it into the world.

Eight kids total when these little ones get here… most would say we’re crazy for having that many kids. Then again, most don’t know what we went through to get here. Truth be told, if we were younger, we’d have a dozen or more of our own.

Alas, Sookie and I are forty-three now and have decided that she will get her tubes tied after she gives birth – immediately after. We can’t take any more chances with the health of my wife or our children simply because we want a larger family. We can adopt or even try surrogacy if need be, but we agree that the risks are simply too great for us to bear any more children naturally.

We are very fortunate, given our ages, that all of the pregnancies have gone well and that none of the children (knock on wood for the newest ones) have had any of the challenges that can occur when people have kids later in life. Not to say that we wouldn’t have loved our kids if they had Down’s Syndrome, because we certainly would have, but we are of course more than thankful that we have not had to deal with it. No one chooses to have a special needs child, no matter how much you love them once they’re here.

I watch my wife wander about the house looking horridly uncomfortable, though she never utters a word of complaint. With each pregnancy she never bitched, not once. I figured it would come eventually with our daughter Missy, because she was so fucking sick while carrying her but it never did. I asked her towards the end of the pregnancy why and her response was simple, yet wonderful.

“Eric, the fact that we are back together is a miracle in itself; the fact that we got pregnant that first night in the hotel room is extraordinary, and the fact that I’m your wife is beyond words. What in the fuck could I possibly complain about, no matter how sick I am?”

I never asked her about it again. There was no need because I understood completely. Six years ago we were both miserable with our lives and in unhappy marriages, today we are the most sickeningly happy couple and family. Our single friends, and our married ones for that matter, always give us shit about how “disgustingly happy” we are, though neither of us could give two fucks. We fucking deserve it after all we went through to get here.

We really did get pregnant during one of our many sexual encounters that night, or maybe it was during one of the eight rounds the following day that did it, but either way it was within that twenty-four hours. Six weeks later we found out that we were expecting. We were shocked, needless to say, but thrilled instantly. Even the boys were ecstatic; not only for the new sibling, but that it meant “the cookie lady” was a permanent fixture in our lives.

They fell in love with her the first day they met her, and will now admit at almost seventeen years old that Sookie was a better mom on day one to them than Felicia had ever been. We went to my mother’s for dinner the night after our stay at Sookie’s hotel room and by the end of dinner the boys had pulled me aside to tell me that if I let Sookie get away, they’d run away to live with her. Apparently my boys thought Sook was the “cat’s ass” from the minute they met her and had no intentions of ever living without her after that night.

I knew the feeling.

Fifi was our only dark spot in all this. Two weeks after finding out that Sookie and I were pregnant and that she wasn’t going to get anything other than the house out of the divorce, she drove herself off a cliff, ending her life. I never took the boys to the crash site, not that they wanted to go, and I can only hope that she was dead on impact and didn’t suffer. The wreckage was horrendous; the car exploded on impact with the rocks below, the car was simply a twisted and molten heap of metal at the bottom of a ravine. While I might not have loved my wife, I still ache for her that she won’t see our sons grow into the amazing men I know they’ll be. Hell, they’re the coolest teenage boys I’ve ever met so I have no doubts they’ll be the most wonderful adults. While the boys knew their mom was never going to win any parenting awards, all kids still love their moms, so we had a rough go of it for a while. That was years ago and thankfully the sting has worn off for all of us.

When Felicia and I first split, the boys and I opted to move into my mother’s house until the divorce was finalized and we knew what the next step was. The boys had decided that we needed a fresh start, mostly because they didn’t want ‘Cookie’ to live in their mother’s old home, which I found to be an amazing revelation for two ten year olds, so we had already given the house to Felicia in the divorce agreement I was trying to reach. When she died, we decided to sell the house and never look back.

We had started looking for a home for me, Sook, and the boys once we found out we were pregnant. Once Felicia had died we discovered that she had been keeping a very large secret from me for many, many years. My dead wife was fucking loaded. Like scary rich! As it turns out, she had inherited over twenty million dollars from her grandmother when she passed away. Felicia’s parents had died before I met her, and apparently had willed the money to her grandmother until Felicia’s children were of age, so when her granny died the money all went to Felicia. I can’t fucking believe she never told me.

I didn’t want the money at first, but Sookie and the boys convinced me that we could get a really nice place that we’d grow into if we were able to have more kids, plus it would secure college funds for any and all of our children. Needless to say, I kept the money. We bought a HUGE home; ten bedrooms, five baths, in-ground pool that looks more like an oasis (complete with pool house), plus a guest house AND an apartment over the garage. It’s fucking crazy! Though, since we seem to be growing our own sports team inside my wife these last few years, I guess it was a great purchase. I never would have dreamed that I’d spend over two million on a house but with the sale of my old one, plus the money from the sale of Sookie’s properties and inheritance from Bill passing away the month after Felicia died, it cost us nothing. We were both extremely wealthy in our own rights prior to Sookie’s writing career taking off. Considering she is the proud author of three novels, each of which topped all the best seller’s charts, we are rich beyond our wildest dreams.

Sookie and I were married on September 26th, 2012 in a very small ceremony in the backyard of our home. It was the twentieth anniversary of our original wedding date, and while many might find it odd that we would choose something from our ‘checkered’ past, we found that it was the only date we could possibly consider. It signified that we had come full circle and could finally start OUR forever. We had been back together for only six months when we married, but that didn’t faze us or those closest to us at all and we never did care much for what others thought of us. Felicia had only been dead for roughly three months at the time, but that too didn’t matter to our little family. All we wanted was to be happy.

Since the wedding was so informal and private, we opted to get married in casual clothes. I wore cargo shorts, flip flops and a form fitting tank top, while my Sweetcheeks wore a simple white dress that was covered in little red cherries (showcasing her ample breasts to perfection) and jeweled red flip flops. She was simply edible! The boys were in attendance of course, along with our immediate families. We chose not to include any friends from our past other than Amelia and Tray, simply because this was the beginning of our future and not our past. Our yard was done up in hundreds of twinkle lights, thanks to my boys who I’m sure are part monkey, and the flowers that were landscaped about made it look like heaven when we said our vows as the sun set. The reception was held right there and happened right after we completed the ceremony. There is an enormous gazebo in the center of the ‘garden’ part of our yard, so we simply had the caterer serve our food in there. We danced our first dance as husband and wife to “I’ll Still Be Loving You,” by Restless Heart, and while I know it’s not our typical 80’s hairband thing, it was and will always be perfect for us.

It was simple, intimate and completely perfect. Just like everything else with this amazing woman.

Our daughter was born on Sookie’s birthday, New Year’s Eve, so that was a wild surprise seeing as she was due two weeks prior to that and I’ve never been so excited to meet anyone in my life. We knew she was going to be a girl and had her name picked out months ago. Missy Deanna Northman was born at a whopping nine pounds, six ounces after twenty-one hours of hard labor. I have never been more impressed by, or proud of, anyone as I was of Sookie that day. She was amazing.

The boys instantly fell in love with their little sister, and actually had the nerve to bitch that there was only one and they had to share her. You can imagine their glee when we discovered only seven months later that we were expecting again, with twins this time. Sookie had had a fall at one of her book signings when a fan got a little over zealous and knocked her down accidentally. She ended up having to stay overnight due to a concussion and unexpected bleeding from her ‘nether regions’ as she puts it. As it turns out, the fall had jarred the babies so she had to be on bed rest for about a month but was fine after that. The babies were fraternal twins giving us Kaylee Rose and Shawn Christopher who were born healthy and with all their digits and each weighed just over six pounds, which is a very good weight for twins, especially given the rough start.

I’m drawn out of my reverie when my gorgeous wife yells, “That’s it, Northman! I’m fucking sick of being pregnant, I know I shouldn’t complain and I’m not – really… but damnit three babies in one body my size is too fucking much!” I want to laugh at her seeing as she’s standing there poking her stomach and bitching to the babies to come the fuck out NOW! If I didn’t fear for my life at this moment, I might have actually laughed, but seeing as how she’s never bitched once through the better part of three pregnancies, I think I’ll not, thanks.

“Honey,” I don’t get farther than one word before she jumps down my throat.

“Don’t honey me, mister! Now, you get your giant, Viking ass in that bedroom and fuck me until the babies want to come out!” With that she stalks off down the hallway towards our bedroom.

Thank god the boys are at school and my mother has our other children at the moment, or I’d fear that this little gem of a conversation would damage them!

“You coming or not?” she yells from our room.

Romantic she is not at the moment but given the situation, as well as her current mood, I’ll let it slide.

Before heading back to our room I turn on the music system, making sure it will play all throughout the house. I slip in the romance cd and head back to my waiting wife.

As I enter the room I’m nearly knocked to my knees at the sight before me. There is my very pregnant wife on all fours at the end of our bed, ass in the air, naked as the day she was born. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

I quickly rid myself of my clothes and drop to my knees behind her. Realistically, giving oral at this stage in a pregnancy is risky business what with the threat of her water breaking at any time and all that, but given her mood I’m willing to risk it. I give her several quick, but thorough, licks making sure that she is properly primed before we get going.

Once I’m sure she is ready I rise to my feet and position my rock hard cock at her entrance. I whisper words of love and devotion to my wife as I push inside her slowly. I grasp her hips gently, not wanting to hurt her or the babies, as I move in and out of her at a deliberate pace. When Sookie begins to cry I’m petrified that I’ve hurt her, but she assures me that she’s just overwhelmed with everything and that the music isn’t helping at the moment.

At first I feel guilty for turning on the sappy music and tell her so, but when she asks me to really listen to the song, I understand. “Please Forgive Me” by Bryan Adams is a song that means the world to us; while it’s not one that was from our ‘original era,’ it is one that we’ve both listened to countless times since its release, especially now. It does still feel like the first time, every time we make love. I can never get close enough to her, nor her to me. This song just embodies us.

She apologizes for her behavior and then cries harder because she feels guilty about insulting the babies. I try to pull out of her in order to comfort her, but Mrs. Hyde comes back and nearly rips my face off. Note to self: removing hard cock from pregnant woman’s pussy is bad! Got it!

I get her to calm down by assuring her of my undying love, the never ending love of our kids, and of course, my never leaving this pussy again, rock hard cock. We continue to move slowly and gently until we both reach our ends. She comes hard around my cock, screaming my name and damn near making me lose it inside her. Luckily I’m able to maintain enough control to pull out once her aftershocks have stopped and cum with a roar all over her ass and back. Not only is it a glorious sight, but the thought of leaving my jizz in her birth canal so close to when they might come makes me a little sick.

I head to the bathroom to grab a couple warm wash cloths to clean us both up with. When I come back and start cleaning her off I can tell by the sounds coming from her that she’s having contractions.

“Mission is a go I think, baby. This shit hurts!” I’m just waiting for her to start blaming me for fucking her and making her contractions start, but such is the life when you’re expecting!

I clean myself up quickly before helping her into a standing position. The moment she’s upright, there is a splash of liquid that hits my feet and legs. No shit! Her water just broke!

We rush into the shower and both hose off quickly, and then scurry around like maniacs getting ready to head to the hospital. By the time we’re out of the house her contractions are five minutes apart and she’s one unhappy camper.

Thankfully it’s only a ten minute drive to the hospital, especially with the way I drive, and we’re able to get her there in plenty of time. We are rushed up to the delivery room and just four short hours later, the last of our children are born.

First came Michael Edward at five pounds six ounces, then came Brian Thomas at five pounds two ounces and lastly came Rachel Theresa at a tiny four pounds eleven ounces. Thankfully all babies are perfectly healthy and have all their digits. I’m bawling like a girl the whole time, just like I have at every other birth, and I’m perfectly sublime in this.

We take the first few hours after the birth to bond just us; as much as we love our other kids and our parents – we need just a little time for the five of us before the rest of the world sets in. Once we’re ready for visitors, my mom brings the rest of our brood into the room. The boys are amazed at how tiny they all are, as am I, and the rest of the kids are just in awe that they are big brothers and sisters again.

As I watch my oldest sons hold my newest sons I’m struck with how perfect my life really is. Sometimes fate works in the most astonishing ways – here I am, married to the love of my life with the most amazing family surrounding me. I have absolutely everything I could ever want in this world, and couldn’t be more grateful to God and the universe.

Who knew that a late night phone call five and a half years ago would lead me to the place I’m at now?

oooOOOooo

“Please Forgive Me” by Bryan Adams

It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss
It’s getting better baby
No one can better this
Still holding on
You’re still the one
First time our eyes met
Same feeling I get
Only feels much stronger
I want to love you longer
Do you still turn the fire on?

So if you’re feeling lonely, don’t
You’re the only one I’ll ever want
I only want to make it good
So if I love you, a little more than I should

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you
Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you

Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch
We’re still getting closer baby
Can’t get closer enough
Still holding on
You’re still number one
I remember the smell of your skin
I remember everything
I remember all your moves
I remember you yeah
I remember the nights, you know I still do

So if you’re feeling lonely, don’t
You’re the only one I’ll ever want
I only want to make it good
So if I love you a little more than I should

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you
Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you

The one thing I’m sure of
Is the way we make love
The one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I’m praying
That’s why I’m saying,

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you
Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Babe believe it, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, if I can’t stop loving you
No, believe me, I don’t know what I do
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you

I can’t stop, loving you

oooOOOooo

“I’ll Still Be Loving You” by Restless Heart

Changin my life… with your love
has been so easy for you
And I’m amazed
Every day
And I’ll need you…

Till all the mountains are valleys
and every ocean is dry
My love…

I’ll be yours until the sun doesn’t shine
Till time stands still
until the winds don’t blow
When today is just a memory to me
I know…
I’ll still be loving
I’ll still be loving
You
I’ll still be loving you

Never Before..
did I know
How loving someone could be
Now I can see
You and Me
For a lifetime

Until the last moon is rising
you’ll see the love in my eyes
My Love…

I’ll be yours until the sun doesn’t shine
Till time stands still
until the winds don’t blow
When today is just a memory to me
I know…
I’ll still be loving
I’ll still be loving
You

I’ll be yours until the sun doesn’t shine
Till time stands still
until the winds don’t blow
When today is just a memory to me
I know…
I’ll still be loving
I’ll still be loving
You

I’ll still be loving you.
I’ll still be loving..I’ll still be loving you…
I’ll still be loving..I’ll still be loving you…
I’ll still be loving..I’ll still be loving you…

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Love and hugs to all – thanks for taking this journey with me!

MY FIRST REALLY AND TRULY COMPLETE STORY! YAY, YAY, YAY!

As I said, I will most likely do an outtake for the walk that Izzy and our girl took, but it won’t be in the next few days (at least I don’t think so…)

I will finish Between the Sheets next, and then I will move back to Revelry (though Jason’s been a bit rowdy in my head lately, so he may have to make an appearance). I’ll be getting right on BTS in the next week or so.

Side note – in the process of writing this story, I was able to get in contact with ‘my Eric’ that this story is loosely based upon. I can tell you that nothing like this story will be taking place in our future – but it was a wonderful thing to be able to get closure on some things that have bothered both of us for many years. He is happily married and just had his first child, and I am married with a wonderful 6 year old. Life is good – and now we both feel much better about life since we both got to say all the things we’ve wanted to for so many years. It’s really neat that some loves never fade, no matter how much time passes, even when you know you’ll never be back together. We are both exactly where we should be and yet it makes us both so very happy to know we’ll always love each other as much as we did back then. Love and life are funny things, aren’t they?

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One thought on “Hungry For Your Love Chapter 10

  1. How sweet of you to name one of their babies after Missy Dee! This was a great story, a little tough to read at times since it brought back some memories of the roughest days of my life, but there’s always some good with them too. And this Eric was awesome! Really witty, down to earth, and was more fun than most. I’m not a real 80’s metal fan, but the songs you chose for the chapters were cool, and I was happy to see I recognized a few of them…Fabulous job!

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