The Third Wife (14 page)

So
now it was going home day. This was going to be a huge undertaking with the
mothers coming to help. It hit home that first day that Alana was going to need
lot of help. Otherwise she would never be able to take the kids anywhere
together. I'd ordered a new Mercedes GL550 class custom made in her favorite
baby pink and silver as a surprise. It was the best and safest on the market
for large families, holding up to seven people and still stylish.

They'd
made delivery yesterday after I'd called the day after she gave birth and asked
them to put a rush on the finishing touches. It only cost me a few thousand
more but what the heck; she'd get a kick out of it. The baby seats had already
been installed by our local firemen. I don't take chances with my kids and
especially not with my wife. She could've been home a few days ago but we both
decided she would stay here as long as our babies were here.

Not
surprisingly
Cayleah
was slated for release only two
days after birth. But since her oldest brother refused to sleep without her
near that was squashed. I say not surprisingly because I could already see from
her personality that she was all Wildflower for all that she looked like me.
Already she makes me smile. I can't wait to get them home.

 
I finished buttoning up the little
onesie
on my new little princess and moved on to Cam, while
Alana took care of Cody junior and Channing. My moms and hers were bustling
around the room making sure we packed everything, and it was a lot of stuff.
Four babies. I don't think I'm ever going to get use to the idea.

Walking
over to my girl I hugged her from behind my hand resting on her tummy as I
kissed her neck. "You ready mommy?" She looked over her shoulder at
me and two things hit me at once. One she was makeup free, which meant she was
even more gorgeous than usual to me. And two she looked young as hell. My
nineteen-year old wife had given birth to four healthy babies. I'm thinking I
need to give lots of thanks and praise for that one. A man who's given that,
who holds that in his arms, is extremely blessed. There was no way I could take
this for granted.

"You nervous
baby?" I nuzzled her neck.

She leaned her head back against my shoulder and covered my arms
with hers.

"No, you?"

"Surprisingly, no. I think I'm more excited than anything
else. I can't wait to get them home." I turned her in my arms, holding her
loosely around her waist as we looked into each other’s eyes.

"I'm getting you some
help, as soon as we get settled. I'll have an agency send over some candidates
for you to interview. I didn't want to do it without you, but we're gonna need
someone or maybe two people ASAP."

"I know you're right
but I wish I could take care of them myself."

"No shame in needing
help in this situation Wildflower, anyone would. I'm sure our mothers are going
to be a big help but they have their own lives. As much as they might want to
do it, we can't ask that of them. Besides my father would lose his mind if his
three wives abandoned him everyday for his grand kids, not to mention
Bryce."

"You're right I guess,
well...we're all checked out, everything's in order, let's blow this
burg."

I led my little entourage
out no problem. We had a four seat stroller which made everything that much
easier. I pushed the stroller while Darlene pushed Alana in her chair that the
hospital insisted was policy. And my mothers carried the hundred or so bags
with her and the kids' stuff and that's just a slight exaggeration.

The
only blip on our horizon was the question of breastfeeding. Alana wanted to do
it for all of them, all the time. But after talking with the specialist we came
to the conclusion that she would express milk, use baby formula and breast feed
on rotation. That way everyone got their shot and she wasn't left completely
drained and depleted at the end of everyday. Which was my main concern. She
wasn’t happy with it and I was sure I would have to stay on top of her to make
sure she followed orders.

"Cody?" She'd
seen her new jeep.

"Don't cry baby, because I can't hold you right now and get
the kids taken care of.”

"I know but..."

"Later baby, right now put on your big girl pants and suck it
up." I had to hide my grin when she scowled at me. Good she was no longer
about to turn on the water works.

"You are so gonna get it."

"I'm thinking that
won't be for a while." Her mouth dropped open at my risqué joke whispered
in her ear.

"Come
on you two, you can neck when you get home and get my grand babies out of this
heat." My mom grinned at us as she took Alana's elbow and lead her to the
passenger side. After we were all settled in the babies lined off in their seats
I took the wheel since I didn't want her driving anywhere yet. She was running
her hands and her eyes all over the interior of her car. "You like
it?" "What's not to like, it's freaking beautiful." The baby
pink leather seating had her initials surrounded by the Jackson crest in the
headrests and on the seats. She had all the bells and whistles she could
possibly want not to mention
every safety feature money
could buy.

It
shook me to realize that I had taken my first two kids for granted. Yes I loved
my girls and I am a damn good father. I didn't need anyone to tell me that. But
because of my withdrawal from their mothers I had let some of my natural
fatherly affection, something that was their due, slip through the cracks.
That's something I will have to work on starting now. I was realizing more and
more what damage I had done. My disillusionment with my life had led to my
neglect. Not finding the great love I had sought until now, I had become lax.

This
was not a good thing, regardless of my feelings for Arlene and Sharon, both
women whom I did adore. I should never have let my relationship with my
children suffer. Because of this I’d left room for all the poison that had
entered our home. I’d left the way clear for Sharon to do the things she’d done.
Because of my neglect and my half assed approach to life, she had taken over.
And the way she did this left much to be desired.

I’m
going to make sure our lives stayed beautiful from now on, no matter what came.
Because from now on we will do it together all of us Arlene and my girls
included. Sharon, well, we'll just have to wait and see.

The
drive home was uneventful with the kids fast asleep. I held my wife's hand in
mine as I navigated the streets. We didn't need conversation. Just a kiss to
her knuckles every once in a while before returning both our hands to my thigh.
And when I needed both hands on the wheel, her hand resting on my thigh,
squeezing, or playing with my hair. I missed our bed. I had spent most nights
at the hospital with her and the babies. But with my new awakening I knew I had
to spend time with the rest of my family as well. So on those nights we'd talk
until she fell asleep, then I would head home.

When
I did spend the night we would spoon on the too small hospital bed, her new curvier
body soft and warm against mine. I think the only time I got a good night's
sleep in the last week is when I was there with her and our babies. That’s also
when I'd noticed the change in me. When I’d first come to realize that having
Wildflower had helped my relationship with Arlene. I did love her. And though
it wasn’t the same all consuming, heart pounding passion I had for her sister
there was genuine affection there. It was humbling to realize that I could have
that and make it work somehow.

I’d
spoken to Alana at length as well as we
laid
in her
hospital bed. She knew where my heart and intentions now lay. I think with the
birth of our children she felt more complete. More at ease with the life she
now found herself living. I asked her not to use my love for her against the
others. This I knew would be the hardest thing to handle. I knew it was this
that fed Sharon’s hate but I wouldn’t change my love for her to please anyone.
I don’t think I ever could. She was just that much a part of me, and yes I
worried for her heart more than any other.

I
never wanted her to feel one moment of despair or hurt because of my
relationship with the others. She’d assured me that she was fine that she’d
always known it would be like this and as long as she knew she had my love she
could deal. But true to form she’d stipulated that I better never make her feel
left out or there would be hell to pay. Since there was no danger of that ever
happening I guess we will be fine.

Arlene
was now acting like a wife and not like a shadow of herself. She had new
confidence now that her neglectful husband had got his head out of his ass and
was treating her the way she deserved. It wasn’t taking away from the other to
show one love and appreciation. This is something I’d never grasped before. No
one could teach you how to be a man. I had to learn that for myself. Hopefully
I’d get it right this time.

I
won't think of such things anymore today though. Today was a happy day. I knew
the others had decorated the house with a welcome back theme. Her girlfriends
had wanted to have a full on party but I had convinced them that she would be
too tired for that, maybe in a few months or so for the babies' christenings.
They'd moaned and groaned but had had to be satisfied with decorating and leaving
it at that.

They rushed out of the
house when we pulled up, followed by the grandpas who had somehow been
shanghaied into helping out. “You ready Wildflower?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Alana

Six
weeks check up. I can't believe that much time has gone by already, but we're
at docs to check up on me and the babies to make sure everything is coming
along as it should. It has been the most amazing six weeks. My girls went back
to L.A. like four weeks ago, but we Skype or
FaceTime
at least twice a week. We have a video log of the babies, poor things will face
some embarrassing moments as either teens or adults, their every moment is
pretty much being documented.

Cody's
here with me of course, Cody's always with me. We won't be going back to work for
at least another month, though he sometimes goes into the office for half a
day. It is his company after all, but he is never too far from us. All the
angst about taking care of multiples has lessened considerably, due mostly to
Cody. The man worries enough for both of us. I swear I had to start hiding
those books that the specialist recommended because my crazy husband would read
that shit and take it as gospel. If you ask me, yes, some of those books held
very good information. But then there were some that were just full of don'ts.
My hubby tended to gravitate towards those.

I
had talked him into hiring only one nanny instead of two. I did want to raise
my kids myself after all. The first one was some young thing named Victoria. I
hated that bitch from day one, but not to seem too controlling or more like
insecure I gave her a shot. When I noticed that she spent more time worrying
about Cody's whereabouts than my children I told Cody how I felt. He didn't
even question it; she was gone when I woke up the next day.

 
Arlene was...she was coming along. I know some
days were harder for her than others, especially with Cody being so attentive
to our babies and I. I even brought it up to him once and his answer had been
that he'd already had a talk with her about it. And aside from that he’d lived
his life for others for too long, now he was doing what he wanted. And
apparently what he wanted was to shower his kids and I, all his kids, with as
much love and devotion as we could stand.

Don't
get me wrong, he still spent time with Arlene, private time. I too was getting
better at accepting that part of my life. The babies kept me grounded somehow.
So that now if he passed his hand through her hair or something equally sweet I
only wanted to maim him not kill. And those times when I was held tight in
Cody's arms when the lights were off and the house was quiet. I knew I wouldn't
have it any other way. If my only option was this life or a life without him, I
choose this one.

 
"So, you're fine, the babies are fine. What
do you say we leave the kids with our moms and the babysitter and run away for
the afternoon, just you and me? We haven't really been away from them since we
brought them home, a.........n.........d."

I smirked at him, yeah
right. "Who're you trying to kid? The doctor just gave the okay and you
wanna get your freak on." I laughed out loud when he blushed and made it
even worst by planting my hand in his lap.

I rubbed him as he drew in
breath. When he turned his head to look at me I was biting my lip, and giving
him the sexy eyes. He pushed his hips up and I felt his growing hard on, which
I'd missed like crazy. Even though I had stopped bleeding like two weeks ago he
still refused to touch me intimately until after the doctor gave the go ahead.
I missed the dick.

We
were two rushing parents when we reached the house. Darlene and Margo were
smiling rather knowingly at us when we told them we were gonna run off for a
little drive in the country.

When we reached my meadow, that
place I had found and fallen in love with on my long walks when I first
arrived. There was some sort of log cabin sitting on it, right by the water.

"Shit, somebody took
over my meadow." I could hear the tears in my voice. I really loved this
place. Cody and I had shared some great moments here.

"Come on let's go
see." I waited for him to get my door but I wasn't really interested in
meeting whoever it was that stole my space. He held my hand and led me to the
little porch before opening the door.

"Cody..." I was
about to tell him we shouldn't just barge in to someone else's place but one
look told me all I needed to know. And then I really started to cry.

He folded me in his arms
and kissed my head. "I take it you like it then?"

I could only nod my head. The crazy man had bought the land and
built me a log cabin. It wasn't even a ten minute drive from home. "You're
insane, we live right down the street." I was sniffling into his chest.

"Driving, maybe, but
walking it's a lot longer than that, and besides you love it here. I wanted you
to have it. Consider it another one of your mommy gifts."

"Uh, I think you
already went above and beyond on that one babe."

"It'll never be
enough." He'd gotten me a suite of Jewelry fit for a queen literally. It
was something Cartier had made back in the eighteen hundreds for some Indian
Raja for his favorite wife. It was made of diamonds and rubies in this huge ass
necklace that weighed almost as much as the babies, with matching bracelet and
earrings. I had no idea where he thought I could wear that thing but it was
fucking gorgeous. Maybe if some royal invited us to a state dinner I could
break it out. For now I had taken to wearing the bracelet, which was of
significant size but still not as cumbersome as the necklace, on an almost
daily basis. I do like my bling and this was the best of the best. I'm not the
type to lock shit away and peek at it. I'll wear that shit to Costco if I want.

He’d
built a one-room cabin, but that room was huge and there was a loft with a
skylight. I knew exactly want I wanted it to be. Our getaway pad, no matter
that it wasn't that far away. I don't think either of us would ever want to be
too far away from the children anyway.

I put all those thoughts
aside. I was healthy, clean and my hubby was hard against my tummy. Tears
forgotten, I started kissing on him; his neck, his square jawline, my hands
running over his a chest under his shirt.

"I missed having you inside me."

"I missed being
there." He was kissing me and picking me up at the same time. I wrapped my
legs around his waist as he sucked on my tongue so forcefully I felt the pull
in my womb.

My
kitty was already soaked, no need for foreplay. I had missed him so much,
missed the closeness, the sharing. We stumbled up the stairs to the loft,
neither of us wanting to let go. I felt a warm cloud under my back as he laid
me down on the bed and covered me with his body. I could barely make out a
carved headboard at one end of it; who cared? We tore each other's clothes off,
mouths still attached, my legs riding high on his hips trying to push his pants
off with my feet.

"Wait baby, I have to
leave you long enough to take our clothes off."

"No, get back here, I
miss feeling your weight on top of me." There was laughter and playfulness
as we hurried to take off the rest of our clothes. As his chest was bared I
bit, licked and sucked on his beautiful flesh, my heart swollen with the
knowledge that this amazing man loved me.

His
hands and mouth on me made me hot. The thought of his love, made me burn. He
kissed his way down my body taking me into his mouth. I wanted to tell him I
didn't want that just him this first time, but the words got stuck in my
throat. He wasn't just eating my pussy he was feasting. Tongue, fingers, teeth,
even his chin came into play.

 
My legs were spread to almost breaking point
but I didn't care, he needed all the room he could get. I don't remember my
husband being this ravenous for my body. For a woman who had just had four
babies this was a heady feeling.

"Please, please, please..." He didn't make me beg too
long, but glided up my body and slipped into me on a sigh.

"Wildflower..." I
looked up at his face as he breathed my name, his eyes closed, head thrown
back, and the most beautiful look on his face.

We
started out nice and slow, his strokes into me filling everything. He took both
my hands and held them under his above my head as he sucked my nipple into his
mouth. My milk came down and I came so hard I lifted us both off the bed. He
slammed into me then taking us down once more. His arm went under the crook of
one knee as he drove home time and again, and still he didn't release my tit.

Hands in his hair I pulled
him off one and led him to the other, all while still cumming. Truth; this was
the best loving we'd ever shared. The emotion alone was off the charts.

"I love the way you feel around my cock. So perfect, so soft
and warm. I could stay inside you forever. Fuck I love you."

 
Shit, I was never gonna stop cumming at his
rate. I pulled his mouth down to mine as my hips met his thrust for thrust.

The
headboard banged against the wall as he went from love making to all out
fucking. I wrapped both legs around his hips as he once again clasped both my
hands in his. Why did that feel so intimate? Our moans and groans filled the
air as he pounded into me, his chest raised eyes locked on mine. That look in
his eyes, he owned me in that moment. I felt tears cloud my vision as he
mouthed the words 'I love you.' I felt him twitch and jerk inside me as he
rocked into me and we came together, our fingers clenched tightly together, my
walls tightening around him, milking him.

"You will always own
my heart my Wildflower." He slid part way out of me as he leaned down to
kiss my heart. I couldn't form words as my throat was too clogged with emotion.
Yes, I am loved.