Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (18 page)

It has been
exactly two months and three days since I returned from rehab. My life is
perfect, as it was before Antonio got shot. My little girl is now five months
old, giggling, trying to crawl and sitting up by herself. We have started
feeding her a little bit of semi-solid food as well which is hysterical to
watch as she spits out the things she doesn’t like.

“Look at the
mess she’s made Abbi.” Maria says to me as she rubs the bump that is starting
to protrude from her mid-section. She had found out, three weeks ago that she
and the twins are expecting. I am overjoyed, ecstatic at her news. She has been
such a good auntie to my daughter. “I can’t believe how fat I already am. Grr
I’ve still got four months to go. I’m going to need a fucking hoist to get me
outta bed soon.” she slouches back into the dining room chair, stropping.

“Get over Maria;
I was a hippo by now as well.” I throw a tea towel at her, getting pissed off
with her constant moaning.

“Fuck off, you
weren’t, you didn’t even find out for another month yet, and then you were
pretty much flat ‘til the last two months. Try carrying these two, I’m going to
be a fucking mammoth by the time they decide to disfigure my vagina.”

I burst out
laughing at her, her hormones have been sky high this last week, turning her
into a fucking psycho, continuously moaning, grumbling, stressing and ripping
the boys heads off. She is blaming them for her ‘will be’ saggy, ugly fanny.

“I still can’t
believe you’re having two, god they’re going to be so fricking cute. And two
boys, they are gonna be little trouble makers, like there daddies.”

“Greaaatttt. Two
more bloody men to join the household.”

“Maria, shut the
fuck up with the winging and enjoy being a mother.” I scowl at her as I spoon a
mouthful of sloppy shepherd’s pie into Melissa’s mouth.

“Yes, I know,
sorry. I’m just so bloody tired. Trying to sleep next to the two of them with
no room is so bad. I just need a good sleep then I’ll be back to being excited
again. I’m over the moon seriously Hun, I’ve wanted this ever since you had
her.” that’s better, back to the Maria I knew two weeks ago, the one who was
jumping up and down in glee, when she saw those two lines. I don’t know how she
couldn’t tell she was pregnant before then; I had seen the bump a mile off. I
hadn’t seen her in nearly two months, having been in rehab and then spending
time making my family whole again, I hadn’t had time for her.

She had walked
in to lunch three weeks ago and the first I said was ‘you pregnant Maria?’ she
had laughed and scoffed. Then her face had changed as she thought about it.
Turns out she had been throwing up repeatedly, hadn’t had a period in weeks,
but the dozy cow didn’t once think she was pregnant, bloody Numpty.

“You’re more
than welcome to stay here for the night, get a good sleep in. Leighton’s away
for the weekend anyway, so it’d be nice to have company.” I am actually pretty
freaked out about him being gone, I know there isn’t any threats anymore,
Phillip is gone, his men have backed off. We are safe, but I just know I’d need
someone here to support me and keep me sane.

“Oh, where’s he
going?” she asks me nervously.

“He’s going to
meet with his brother and sister, there have been some family problems and he’s
gone to sort it out. He hasn’t seen them in seven years, so I thought it best
if I stayed here, I want him to try and sort their issues out so he has a
family.” I shrug sadly, it is heart breaking that he has siblings out there and
he doesn’t even talk to them, what I’d give to have family, real blood. The
surrogate family we have created between us all, is amazing, I can’t fault it,
but to have someone who has the same blood as you, out there, wanting to know
you. Well that just cracks my little heart in two.

“Yeah, it’s sad
they don’t talk. I wonder why?” I shrug again, that is something he hasn’t
divulged to me and I don’t pry. It isn’t my place, I have no clue what his past
brings him in regards to pain and I don’t want to drag bad memories up if they
are settled and buried. Every time I have brought up the past, trying to slyly,
get him to talk to me about it, he clams up, becomes depressive and down. For
his own wellbeing, and mine because I hate seeing him in such a way, I just
leave the past where it belongs, behind us.

“Anyways, baby
girl, I’d love to stay, watch a movie, and get take out, sounds awesome to me.”
I high five her, excited to spend some girly time on our own.

“Sorted, I think
I have some pyjamas from when I was pregnant as well. I’ll go check.” Everyone
needs a pair of PJ’s when having girly time. It is against the law to watch
trashy movies and eat junk food in your normal clothes; you have to be comfy
and chilled.  

I rifle through
my endless supply of clothes in the closet, I know I have, pretty much, my own
department of a store in here for my maternity wear. Leighton had gone crazy
and brought me tons of stuff for my birthday.

I push some
clothes along the rail to get to the back, having seen some bigger clothes
there. “Aha!” I cheer as I find them; a cute bunny pyjama set hanging up.

I get myself
changed into some chilling clothes whilst I am upstairs, relishing in the soft
cotton now covering my skin. The ability to move more freely, without a pair of
bloody jeans digging in every time I sit down, is awesome. I dump my dirty
clothes into the laundry basket and walk through the bedroom.

As I walk past
the dresser where my mirror stands attached, for my makeup and hair time, I see
a lipstick heart on the glass. I smile to myself as I see a little message
underneath ‘see you soon you sexy bitch’. I giggle at Leighton’s words, missing
him already. My heart is aching for him and my pussy throbs with abandonment as
it craves his love.

I kiss my
fingers and lay them on top of the lipstick heart “I love you baby, I miss you
already.” I leave it there, and there it will stay until he returns to me, to
show him how much I love his tiny message, how thoughtful it is.

I make my way
across the landing. As I walk past Melissa’s room, I see her on top of the
changing table, her little body dried by a fluffy towel. “You didn’t need to do
that Hun.” I tell Maria as she clears her of the water droplets, her already
big belly, bumping against the wood of the draws below.

“I know, but I
wanted to.” She smiles to me, looking a little happier than earlier, a little
more chilled.

“Here, go chuck
these on, get yourself comfy. I’ll get her changed and down for the night.” I
take the towel from her and pass her the lounging articles of clothing.

“Cheers for this
Hun, I really appreciate It.” she walks from the room, probably to mine, to get
herself changed.

“What a lovely
auntie you have Melissa? Let’s get you into some clothes, princess, and then
get you some milk for bedtime.” I powder her perfectly soft skin, slipping a
new nappy and a full body, baby grow onto her. Picking her up and wrapping her
in my arms, I lean in and smell her. God why do babies have to smell so good,
it makes me want a million more of them.

It is getting
late, well for my daughter anyway. She is usually down and asleep by now. It is
half eight in the evening and she is laying down in my arms, smiling and
giggling up at me, her teeny tiny hands grabbing fallen tendrils that are
around my face. “Ouch, that hurts mamma baby girl.” I say to her, as I
manoeuvre my lock out of her fist. I stroke her nose with my knuckle, feeling
so fucking happy, so on top of the world, not even Zeus with a poxy lightning
bolt, can knock me off my pedestal.

“They fit
perfectly” I hear Maria call, as she walks into the lounge where I am now
seated feeding Melissa. I don’t even have to hold the bottle anymore, her hands
are big enough to clasp it and drink herself. I am so proud of her, of how
advanced she is and how well she is developing.

“Good, I’m glad.
Now what shall we eat?” I ask her, my belly rumbling with hunger, not having
eaten since this morning.

“Oh god,
definitely Chinese, I’ve been dying for it all week.” I know there is no point
in asking. Maria loves Chinese food, probably as much, if not more, than she
does those twins.

“You had it
yesterday Maria; you rang me to tell me how good it was.”

“Hey, what the
babies want, the babies get.” She winks at me.

“That’s right;
blame the children for your stupid addiction. Poor kids are gonna get the blame
for all your misdemeanours aren’t they?” She giggles back at me, a sparkle in
her eyes as I mention her children.

“Probably, their
dads won’t be any better, they’ll probably lay the blame even more, and Ant, God
that man will turn them into bloody monsters. I dread getting them back after
they stay with him.” She rubs her hand over her protruding belly, relaxing into
the sofa.

“Hey, fatty, get
off your ass and order food, my tummy is hungry. Mel’s nearly asleep so by the
time I get her down it’ll be here.” She is on her feet in seconds, skidding to
a halt at the unit that holds the take away menus.

“What…” she
starts to say.

“Sweet and sour
chicken, Hong Kong style.” I shout back, knowing full well she is asking my
order.

“Good choice.”
She says back as she dials the Chinese company.

I watch as my
daughter fights with all her might, against her tiredness, her eyes closing  and
opening hard, closing again, then forcing themselves to stay open. I gently
stroke her forehead, the gentle tickling causing them to seal shut and stay
there. Her bottle falls from her grasp and rolls onto the sofa. Her little lip
is pouted out; still in the place the bottle had forced it.

“Off to bed
baby.” I whisper to her as I stand from the sofa and take the stairs to her
room. I lay her little sleeping body in the cot, covering her with her blanket
and switching the little night light on. “Night baby girl.” I take the monitor
from the cradle and downstairs with me.

“Foods ordered,
be about twenty minutes. Now sit, you need to tell me everything that’s
happened, and don’t try and lie, I can see those fucking marks on your back.”
she wiggles her eyebrows at me, referring to my welts the whip had made just
two days ago. My body vibrates and hums to life, remembering the way Leighton
and Antonio had punished me for answering them back. The fuckers had sat there
all day winding me up, getting odd kisses in with each other, stroking one
another as they walked past, eye fucking each other wherever they were. I had
simply told them, to go to fucking hell and fuck each other there, because I
hated them.

Well that was a
dumb idea. I had ended up restrained to a St. Andrews for an hour, my body
tormented, my back and arse whipped, which by the way only made me need to cum
all that much more, and then I was refused any release, even now I’m not
allowed. It has been two days since it happened and my dam is going to burst,
the arousal I feel inside is deadly and fucking mass destructive. I need
release badly. I still have two days until Leighton is back, two days. “You do
not cum until I get back Abigail, I will know if you have sweetheart. Do you
understand me?” he had said to me upon leaving.

“Leighton and
Antonio have been training me and the fucks decided to torment and tease me,
until I was a brat to them and then they used it against me to punish me, the
little fuckers.” I sigh and relax back into the couch, the leather only making
the need to cum worse as it pulls my PJ bottoms seam against my clit, sending
unwanted surges of pleasure through me. Oh fuck off you stupid orgasm, go fuck
yourself.

“God, I remember
when the boys were training me, little fuckers. Damn I miss it so much; I can’t
even lie on my front for a good spanking because of this humongous stomach.”
She points at her belly, a nice foot imprinting into it.

“I didn’t think
it could hurt so good, I crave it now, even the slightest bit of pain. Now he’s
refused to let me cum ‘til he’s back, the stupid prick is away for another two
days, I’m going to literally die.”

“Ha, orgasm
withdrawal, a lot more effective than impact play for sure. Anyways, I’ve been
thinking of names for these two cuties in here.” She points to her belly again,
and then rubs it. I can see the pride and joy in her twinkling eyes. She is so
excited about this, even if, most days right now, she is a psychopath.

“Ooh, do tell.”
I sit up straighter on the couch, lacing my fingers into one another on my lap.

“Well, we were
thinking Thomas Bradley and Joshua Luke; obviously they’ll have the boys’ last
name.”

“Oh my god, they
are so fricking cute. I love them. They are absolutely perfect.” I am so happy
for my best friend; our children will grow up together as friends.

“I can imagine
the pair of them fighting over Melissa when they’re older.” I lean back into
the sofa again, relaxing.

“Oh god, don’t
talk about that already, they aren’t even here yet. I can’t handle thinking
about when they’re teenagers. If they’re anything like their fathers, I will be
locking them in their room away from any girl.” She rolls her eyes.