smile.
"I
know little one, your mom is very tired tonight, you rest I'll keep
watch."
My
son and daughter rested under her heart, this day she had been very ill, it was
the children in her womb I know but that did not make it any easier to take,
her pain caused me pain. It seemed my son was worried about his mother as
well.
I
wonder how she will react when I tell her that our son was a tattletale, or
even that I could communicate with the two children in her womb?
My
boy kept a vigilant watch, so even when I wasn't here to see, I knew what she
had eaten and if it had been enough, if she got enough rest, any and everything
to do with her health and well being.
My biggest challenge these days
is blocking our children from hearing her private conversations with her
vagina, her.....'pussy' as she was fond of calling it had a rather colorful
imagination.
In
the beginning I knew she wondered about others searching for her, what she
didn't know or rather remembered was that for weeks leading up to her disappearance
I had been using power of suggestion to get her to plant seeds.
Everyone
who knew her back there believes she had to leave because of an illness in the
family, since there was no family to worry about, we were free and clear, not
that it would've mattered either way, she was mine to take, so I took her.
I feel like shit, this morning
sickness is a pain in the ass
"Pussy
what are you doing?"
"Taking
a nap whatcha want?"
"Nothing....I'm
bored."
"You
finish that throwing up shit, cause I gotta tell ya, that shit is not sexy,
not...at...all."
"Well
excuse me for being human, I can't exactly help it you know."
"Well
you and your interloper been cutting into my play time, I finally get me some
good shit and you had to go muck it up, how long is this sick shit suppose to
last anyway?"
"How
the hell should I know?"
"Suck
on a cracker and calm Rosemary's baby the hell down I got shit to
do."
"What
the fuck you got to do?"
"You
hit it right on the head, where my snack meat at anyway, I haven't seen him
since he helped you back to bed?"
"He's
working, you leave him alone."
"Huh,
well what you wanna do then since you're bored but you don't want me bothering
long shanks, you not going back to that finger shit are you, cause if you are
I'm about to mutiny up in dis bitch."
"How
the hell you plan to do that?"
"I
could start itching the fuck outta you."
Shit,
bitch was crazy enough to do it too.
I better get in there before
there's an all out war.
She'd
been sick again this morning as she had been every morning for the last two
weeks. I hate it as much as her....pussy, but like she said there's nothing to
be done other than what we were already doing.
Entering
the room I shed my clothes, not that I planned on making love to her, but skin
to skin contact was best for her right now.
'Dad,
mom's not doing so good, you need to hold her and put your hand over me and
sis.'
'I
know son, that's why I'm here.'
"Hello
Tamara." Poor thing, she looked so small and lost in the big bed we
shared, her face pale, lips dry and cracked.
I
got some balm from the bathroom, gently rubbed it into her lips and gently
kissed her brow.
"Donovan!"
Her voice was so small and weak.
"Right
here love, just go to sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up."
I
climbed in behind her and followed my son's instructions, she sighed when the
heat of my hand touched her stomach under the covers.
"That
feels good, how did you do that?"
"It's
a secret." I smiled into her hair as I drew her back against me. Uh
oh.
ME
Pussy don't you dare
PUSSY
What!!!
"We're
going to sleep stop it"
"But
he's poking me from behind, come on just raise your top leg j..u...s...t a
little bit, like that."
"Oh
shit what are you gonna do?"
"Nothing,
sshh."
I'm fighting really hard not to
laugh, she's too adorable, I want very much to help her