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ROISIN

Life since the wedding had settled in to a great routine. My bump was growing bigger by the day which had lead to us having to come up with some fun times when making love. I can’t begin to explain how uncomfortable it is with a bump getting in the way. Our routine mainly consisted of breakfast, shower, sex, shower, work, dinner, sex, shower sex, shower and finally my favourite time of them all SLEEP!

I loved watching Treys face break into the most amazing smile each time he felt our baby kick, he would spend hours with his head on my lap just talking nonsense to my bump, all the while keeping his hand on it waiting for the lightest movement. I was convinced we were having a boy judging by how much it moved around and kicked. Trey however, was adamant it was a girl, he described her at length, how she would have a slight smattering of strawberry blonde curls, intense green eyes and skin so soft and porcelain in colour.

I had also managed to rebuild my friendships with the girls, happy to be back within the folds of our little group. Although we were down to four now, I just couldn’t get passed the deep hatred I had for Becca, no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t see beyond the fact she was as much a player as Trey had been, and the other girls for that matter, and I had forgiven them.  What probably didn’t help was the fact she had a slight kink in her nose from when my knee had connected with it, the scratches had subsided to nothing, but she would always bear the mark of my jealousy and I have to admit I was quite proud of it too.

Chastising myself I decide it’s time to get up from this bed, I appear to be pretty much attached to it these days. Especially in a morning, after being lay for long periods of time I get too comfortable and then find it hard to get up because of this large bump. Not too long to wait now though, in fact we only have six weeks left until due date and yes I am counting each day of those six weeks.

I finally manage to drag my sorry ass out of bed and head into the kitchen, I need juice, something I have been addicted to since being pregnant. Pouring myself a tall glass and grabbing a bowl of cereal before I head to the table. My back aches and I am feeling somewhat tetchy today, damn hormones. Trey had left hours ago to do some stuff with his followers, so I had been ultra lazy so far. Upon finishing my breakfast/lunch I made my way into the bathroom for a long shower. After stripping I stand beneath the lovely hot calming flow of water.  Leaning forward to rest my head against the wall I let the powerful jets of water pummel my back, I could stand here all afternoon.  Closing my eyes I relish the relief from the constant aching.

Two hands grip my waist jolting me from my daydreams. So gentle was the grip, I feel myself relax again as they slowly rub the base of my back, I breathe a soft moan of pleasure at the comfort from the massage. One hand trailed up my spine, circling at the back of my neck, before it forced my head roughly against the cold tiles. The other forced itself between my legs as he leaned heavily against the back of my head, the stale stench of his foul breath making me retch. This wasn’t Trey; panic surged within me as he rammed his fingers inside me.

I screamed at the pain of his forcefulness “please don’t do this, my baby please, don’t hurt my baby” hot tears of fear coursed down my face. My stomach lurched with deep retches.

I fell to the floor of the shower as a loud bang of the door resounded around the apartment.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE YOU FUCKING BASTARD”

Trey was here!  He would save me. The room started to spin and the next thing I knew I was shivering under the now cold-water stream from the shower. Glancing around the room I could see Trey on the floor, he had a cut on his head that had pooled with blood around his face. He opened his eyes and groaned, before he managed to get to help me to my feet. “Roisin are you ok? He grabbed my head and managed to shove into the side of the sink. I can only presume he has left the area yet again”

“Trey we have got to tell the police about him this time, who knows what he will do next; and I am pretty certain we will see him sooner rather than later.” I was shaking by now and snuggled into his body as we both sat on the bathroom floor, holding tightly to one another for comfort. Trey had grabbed a towel and had it wrapped around me, holding me tightly

We both made our way into the bedroom sometime later, I put on my bathrobe and then I managed to clean his wound and put a dressing over it. Trey had refused to tell the police anything; he wanted to see Clay get what was coming to him personally. This was one of the only times we ever disagreed on anything.

I growled with anger and stormed out of the room, heading toward the kitchen to create a little space between us while we both stewed, each believing we were the ones in the right.  I busied myself making some dinner, reaching up into the top cupboard to get seasoning.

Suddenly I doubled up in pain, I clutched my stomach and screamed at the sudden intensity.  Trey came running, looking panicked at the look of terror on my face. As I had screamed I had reached down, my hand was now covered in blood. “Trey the baby! NOOOOOO not my baby, help me Trey please”

He scooped me up into his arms and ran for the truck, placing me on the front passenger seat before he raced across town to the hospital.  By now we knew we had to tell them exactly what had happened. The doctor tried to calm us both down by telling us it was probably some trauma from Clays fingers and that they would examine me straight away.

I lay on the bed with legs in stirrups, looking up through my tears at the bright lights. Trey had my hand tightly held in his, with his head bowed. I clutched his hand at the discomfort as they examined me, it was at that moment I had the strongest pain of all, gritting my teeth together to suppress the scream of pain. All hell broke loose. Doctors and nurses seemed to fill the room, Trey was still clutching my hand while he buried his head into my neck, “baby you need to do everything they tell you to do, for our daughter, I know in my heart she is there, just waiting to come to us both. Don’t give up baby please”

“Mrs Prescott, Roisin, we need you to push down hard, we need to deliver your baby now” The doctor spoke in a soft but determined voice.

Taking a deep breath I bore down with my chin on my chest and pushed with every ounce of strength I could muster. I screamed loudly as the urge got stronger. I could feel them pulling as I was pushing. With one more deep push I felt the pressure give way. The room filled with a silence I had never witnessed before. The medical staff gathered around a treatment table, hands grabbing at instruments. Trey and I just stared at each other unable to take in what was happening. Time passed so slowly, minutes seemed like hours, and then we heard the sweetest sound we have ever heard in our lives. Our baby cried loudly, my doctor turned to face us both with our beautiful little bundle in his arms.

“Congratulations guys, meet your daughter and what a beauty she is”

Trey jumped up and punched the air, ‘I told you it was a girl, I knew it” his smile bigger than ever. He took our daughter from the doctor and placed her in my arms. The enormity of the day had left me totally wiped out but this, what could I say? This has to be the best experience of my life. I looked up into his tear filled eyes and whispered, “I love you Trey” before I traced our daughters face with my fingers.  Her skin was so soft, and yes he had even got the strawberry blonde hair right too. All I needed now was for her to have green eyes and I would be in deep trouble.

Trey took our daughter and sat back on the rocker chair in my room his voice softly telling her how much he loved her. I drifted off to sleep happier than I have ever been in my life.

TREY

Oh Man that was one hell of a day, the dramatic events with Clay had been totally overshadowed by the arrival of our still nameless daughter. Of course I was still gloating over the fact I had gotten the sex of our baby and hair colour correct. What I hadn’t told Roisin yet is the fact she had green eyes too. So it was a full house for me.

While Roisin had slept I had called the police, who sent a couple of patrolmen round, and told them everything that had happened throughout the day, it had also meant telling them about my past too, but that didn’t matter now, the only things that mattered in my life were my wife and daughter. They needed to speak with Roisin when she was feeling stronger to get her version of events, I had given a full description of Clay and was felling pretty hopeful that they would catch him before long.

I only had one more thing to do before I could relax properly and that was to tell Tess that she was an honorary auntie. I pressed the call button on her contact info and waited for her to reply.

“Hey Trey, what’s happening, I thought you guys would still be holed up in your apartment like the two lovebirds you are. Don’t tell me the magic is wearing off already.”

“Tess I think you need to sit down.” I proceeded to tell her the events of the afternoon, between gasps and cries of despair. “Upshot being the arrival of a beautiful little bundle” I held my cell phone away from my ear as an ear splitting scream came my way.

“WHAT, WHAT? The baby? OH MY GOD it is too early, please tell me everything is fine, what is it?” she babbled on barely taking a breath of air.

“It’s a GIRL we have a daughter, Tess she is like a mini Roisin” By now I was sobbing uncontrollably with pride and love for my girls.

“I am on my way” the phone went silent as she hung up. Ten minutes later and in she bowled like a whirlwind.  The tears flowed yet again as she was introduced to our daughter. “Well what is her name?” she asked.

I looked down at Roisin and briefly said “Megan Amelia?” She teared up yet again and agreed on the suggestion. “Tess meet our daughter Megan Amelia Prescott”

ROISIN

I was released from hospital a couple of days later but Megan had to stay in special care for a while with her being born so early. Both Trey and I are still ecstatic at having her in our lives. Although I am still amazed that he got all three of his predictions right.

Life was a busy time going back and forth to the hospital and trying to get into the swing of living life as a married couple. Much to Treys disappointment that doesn’t include playing at his favourite game.

He was busy trying to play catch up with work related things too, so I had arranged for Tess to come with me to visit Megan. We chatted non-stop on the way there about anything and everything. We had grown even closer after all the drama over the last year.  We had a very similar sense of humour and took great pleasure out of using sayings we knew Trey wouldn’t understand.

It was now four weeks since Megan had arrived; she was getting stronger by the day and putting weight on at a brilliant rate. As we arrived this particular day I was informed that the doctor needed to speak to me and I was lucky as he was still in the office. My heart sank, as all new mothers would, I started to panic, thinking something was wrong. Taking my cell phone out of my pocket I called Trey. After a few rings he picked up and I immediately started crying down the phone.

“Roisin where are you? What’s wrong baby? Don’t tell me Clay is around again, Roisin will you stop crying and just tell me what the fuck is wrong” His voice changing from one of concern to one full of irritation and annoyance.

“Trey the doctor wants to see me in the office, what if it is something bad? I can’t cope with anymore bad stuff happening to us, surely we have had more than our fair share of drama,” I sobbed into the phone, between gasps for breath, trying to regain some amount of composure.

“Roisin I will be there in a few minutes, please calm your self down, we can face anything so long as we are together” I could hear him rustling his jacket as he was talking and started to calm myself.

Turning to face Tess I took a deep breath and took a seat in the waiting area.

“Roisin, come on chin up, things will be fine, it is probably to give you an update on how she is doing, don’t think of it being bad news. Try and be positive.” Tess leant forward and gave me a hug. This only served as yet another catalyst to send my emotions racing yet again. I was a hormonal wreck of late.  Trey arrived while I was in the middle of yet another emotional meltdown. Seeing his concerned face made me sob even harder. He immediately pulled me into his arms. Hugging me tightly then pushing me away slightly so he could see my face, he then continued to tell me to calm down and lets face this together.

Tess stayed in the waiting room whilst Trey and I approached the office to see the doctor. Trey knocked sharply on the glass door panel. A deep voice barked, “Enter” from the other side. We headed inside and closed the door behind us. The office was bright and cheery, with thank you cards and letters pinned onto a notice board just behind the desk.  The doctor looked up and smiled, “aaahhhhh Mr and Mrs Prescott, how nice to see you again. I suppose you are wondering why I wanted to see you today.” As soon as he stopped talking I sobbed loudly which came out like a mixture between a hiccup and a cry, it actually sounded more like a cat being strangled. Trey placed his arm around my shoulder to try calming me yet again, but I could feel he was tense with anxiety.

“Mrs Prescott there’s no need for tears I just wanted to inform you that we are more than pleased with Megan and the way she is growing. So much so you can take her home anytime you feel you are ready for her.” After hearing him say this I let out a loud scream and launched myself across the desk at him to give him a hug.

Between the sobs of excitement I babbled non-stop about how grateful we were to have had such excellent care for our daughter, before turning to Trey and demanding we go get her things immediately, our daughter was finally coming home. By now I was laughing uncontrollably, throwing open the office door and pretty much falling through it, much to Tess’ surprise.

“Good news I take it” as she joined in with the excitement. “Go get her things I will stay here and give her cuddles while you are away.”

TREY

Life would never be the same again. We were finally about to know what it feels like to be parents. We both raced around throwing baby clothes and other things we thought we would need to get her ready to come home. It was then that we looked at one another, and I mean really looked at one another properly for the first time since her arrival. The sexual tension between us was palpable. Dropping the bag I moved quickly across the room, crushing Roisin against the wall. My mouth met hers; taking her lips with a hunger for more of her body. This was in no way tender; we were hungry for each other, our hands clumsily removing our lower clothing. The room was filed with the sound of soft moans of pleasure and my panting between each breath.

Roisin wrapped her legs around my waist giving me complete access. I didn’t even take the time to see if she was ready for me before I pushed myself to the hilt inside of her. Her moans changed; to a raspy breathed scream for more. I pounded myself into her, getting faster and harder with each one. Grunting with each thrust that I made. “FUCK ROISIN I have wanted this since the day you gave birth.” She responded by burying her head into my neck biting at my skin as she shook through her orgasm.

As fast as we had started it was over, struggling to regain our composure, as we appeared to calmly finish getting ourselves ready to go collect Megan.

After making ourselves look respectable again, I took her by the hand and headed out to my truck to head back to the hospital. When we arrived we found Tess sat looking like a mother hen with Megan in her arms, softly singing a lullaby. Smiling at one another we started to take the things out of the bag we had hurriedly thrown together. Roisin dressed our little treasure in the tiniest of dresses with little pink flowers on and matching underwear to cover her diaper. Gently wrapping her in a blanket she then placed her into the car seat and we were ready to go.

All the nurses came to say goodbye to their smallest patient. Turning to look at each other smiling more than we have done for a while, we turned and made our way outside. I gently locked the seat into the car and helped Roisin get into the front, Tess insisted on being in the back seat as chief baby-minder. As I pulled into our parking slot, we looked at one another and the reality sank in. We were no longer a couple we are now a real family.

Tess made her way to the back of my truck and grabbed the bag, while I lifted our precious cargo in her seat. Roisin went on ahead to open the doors. Tess placed the bag in the hallway and gave each one of us a kiss. “You not staying for coffee?” I asked, she shook her head in reply and headed off.

Roisin closed the door and leant back against it, as if on cue Megan started to cry. We looked at each other in panic what do we do now?

We tried everything from feeding her and changing her. She still cried and cried and cried. We were still trying to calm her down over an hour later.

Looking down at her as she lay in Roisin’s arms I frowned deeply as I said “WELCOME HOME MEGAN”