*TWO YEARS LATER*
"PUSH" He screamed at me as I could barely hold it any more. I was in labor and pushing out another child. I looked over at the doctors and they just kept telling me to go that I was doing great.
I had my eyes closed as I felt a familiar hand holding my right thigh up. I looked up and Stephen was smiling at me. He leaned over and kissed my forehead as I felt another contraction coming on and I had to start pushing again. I could feel the baby tear its way out of me. We didn't want to know the sex of the baby just wanted it to be a surprise. I could feel the head come out as I felt the shoulders as well. And the doctor pulling the baby out as I just relaxed and fell back into the pillow.
I could hear the baby scream and cry as the doctor lifted the baby up in the air. I looked over at Stephen and he had tears in his eyes and a huge smile on his face. He leaned over and kissed me right on the lips and guided his hand up my cheek.
They took the baby over to the table and cleaned him or her off. I still didn't know the sex of the baby. We agreed before the baby was even more that I wanted Stephen to tell me. He let go of my hand and kissed my forehead and walked over to the baby. The doctor was sewing me up and getting everything changed out as Stephen was just standing there admiring our new addition.
He looked over and smiled at me. He came over to me and placed his lips on mine.
"It's a boy" he whispered in my ear and I honestly couldn't help but to smile. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed again. I did have a feeling deep down that it was another boy. I just knew.
"I am going to go tell everyone they are out there waiting" he finally said to me shortly after they brought over our son to me.
"Ok baby" I said looking up at him and smiling.
"I will be back. I love you"
"I love you"
He kissed my temple, then the baby's forehead and walked out of the room.
I walked into the waiting room and before even going in. There was a glass window that you could see into. I saw my sister with our other son and I saw my wives mom and her husband John. Since everything happen her mother and her husband left everything too. I did end up getting shot that night but only in the shoulder because my wife came to my rescue. It was her that I saw and after that asshole shot me she gave him a bullet to the back of the head. After seeing that I was ok she went over and gave her father two more in the chest. She wanted to make sure that son of a bitch was dead and she did. She never told me why she came to the house but I knew she had a feeling that if she didn't I wouldn't be alive today. She killed her own father even though he was an asshole to save me. I knew that she always loved me but doing that showed me how much she does love me. She would actually kill for me. I just smiled thinking about her, how she just gave birth to another son of ours and I couldn't be happier.
I opened the waiting room door and my son looked up he was sitting on the floor playing with some cars that my sister bought him to keep him busy. He was almost 3 years old.
"Daddy!" he said getting up and running towards me. I knelled down and caught him as he flew into my arms.
"Hey buddy" I said kissing the top of his head. He wrapped his little arms around my neck as I walked all the way into the waiting room.
"So is the baby here" my sister asked
"Yes he is here" I smiled
"What another boy!" she smiled
"Yes it's a boy" I said smiling as everyone came up and hugged me.
"Do you want to go meet your new brother" I asked my other son
"Yeah" he said. I just smiled and turned back towards the hallway.
No one followed me and Stephen Jr. I guess they wanted to give us some privacy as a family. Which that was perfectly fine with me. I walked back into the room and she was just a beautiful as I remember leaving her. She had this glow about her that was amazing.
"Mommy!!" he yelled trying to jump out of my arms and fly into hers.
"Whoa wait a minute buddy. Here I will sit you down next to mommy" she was still holding the new baby and smiling really big to see both of us. I sat down next to him kind of by her legs. As she was looking at the baby.
"Do you want to meet your brother?" she asked Stephen Jr.
He just nodded and crawled up to her but to the other side.
"So what do you think?" I asked him
"He is too small to play with"
We both just busted out laughing.
"He will grow bigger like you baby" she said kissing him on his head as he just laid his head on her.
I had the perfect family. Except one thing was still missing. Our daughters. Our oldest son does know that he has sisters he doesn't fully understand I don't think of why they are not here. Because sometimes he will ask why can't he see them? But we do go out and visit them often. After I was released from the hospital from getting shot I didn't even ask to go see them I just went there with my wife and our oldest son. I knew it wasn't fair that I hadn't visited them but I just couldn't bring myself to it. But now I can and we visit them often. I had the perfect family that I always wanted and dreamed of and I couldn't be happier about it.
I was happy and exhausted after giving birth. Stephen was actually there for it and I knew he was thrilled. He did technically see the birth of our daughters but they were yanked out of me so fast either one of us knew how to react. And well he missed the birth of our son. He was thrilled when I told him I was pregnant again. I wasn't shocked because we had honestly been trying for another baby ever since he was released from the hospital from being shot. I just had a feeling that night to go over there even though I knew Stephen would get mad at me I had to do it. I got our neighbor to watch our son which later on we ended up becoming good friends. I remember walking down to the basement and saw Andy lying on the ground. My father tied up and looked like the living shit bet out of him and another guy I didn't recognize on the floor. And then a man pointing a gun at my husband. I had brought a gun with me. I just had to bring it and I don't know why. I had never shot a gun in my life. That was the first and last time I was going to do it. I creped around and heard a bang and saw my husband drop to the floor holding his shoulder. I had a rage inside of me that I couldn't help I just shot that man in the back of the head and watched him drop. I ran over to Stephen and he had a pulse and was breathing. He was just shot in the shoulder which was an easy fix. I called 911 and told them everything.
I walked over to my father and looked at him straight in the eyes. He was still alive and he knew that I was there.
"This is for everything. Go to hell where you belong" I said looking at him and put the gun right up on his chest.
He closed his eyes as I pulled the trigger not once but twice.
He was dead.
I threw the gun across the room and ran back towards Stephen. And just waited for the ambulance and police to get here.
I look up and saw Andy come through into the room. I smiled. I honestly thought he was dead that night but he was just knocked unconscious.
"Care for some company?" he said bringing in some flowers.
"Of course" I smiled
"So I hear you have another son Stephen my man" he said looking down at the baby
"Yes we do" Stephen said
"I am happy for you guys. I really am" he said hugging Stephen. And then me.
"So are those for me?" I asked
"No they are for the baby you know I hear they like flowers" he smiled
"Asshole" I mumbled
"Mommy that's a bad word" I heard from our oldest son. I turned to him and smiled.
"I know but Uncle Andy deserved it" he just clung to me even harder. He was always a mommy's boy and Stephen and I didn't know how he was going to react once our other baby got here. He was really clinging especially when I had doctor appointments, or went to the store by myself he was sit on the living room and scream for me.
"So what is his name?" Andy asked
"Do you want to tell him or you want me to?" I asked Stephen
Stephen just nodded.
"His name is Andrew" he said to Andy. I think that honestly just melted him.
"You guys didn't have to do that" he said
"We wanted to" I said as I lifted the baby up and let Andy pick him up.
"You are the god father to our son and now to our newest son. It is only right that he is named after you" I smiled.
"Thank you that means a lot" Andy said.
After everything happened. Andy had become one of Stephen and I's good friends. At first I didn't like him or the idea of him but he turned out to be a great guy. After we found out we were having another baby we did move back to our old house. Apparently his sister had been by cleaning it every month. She and Stephen both claimed we were going to move back there some day. Her husband would mow the lawn and everything. And to be honest it did feel wonderful being back there. I really did enjoy that house. And I was glad to be back there.
I was released from the hospital and Stephen brought little Andrew and I home. Andy was already there with little Stephen. Andy does watch Stephen a lot especially when we wanted to go out by ourselves. He was actually getting pretty serious with a girl and to test her I saw she brought her over to the house to baby sit little man. He can be a handful but he can also be the sweetest little boy. And I guess she passed his test because he proposed to her the other night.
"Welcome home little buddy" I said as we pulled up into the driveway. He was another split image of Stephen.
Stephen opened the back seat for me as I climbed out and he reached in and got the baby.
I walked in the house to TV going and toys up and down the living room and hall floor.
"What the fuck happened?" Stephen said taking his sunglasses off and setting them on the table.
We hear laughing coming from little man's room so we all way that way. I open the door to Andy on his hands and knees and little Stephen on his back and hitting him on the head with a stuffed animal.
"Stephen that is not nice to hit your uncle like that" I said
Andy just laughed and pulled little man off of him and said "It's alright"
I just smiled and took the car seat from Stephen and carried the baby to his room. Since we were back in the old house the boys had their own room. I laid the car seat on the floor and sat down in front of him. He was perfect. Both of my sons were perfect. I just couldn't help but to stare at him. I just wanted to stare at him all the time. I was the same way when I brought home little Stephen, I still am that way. I just watch him for hours some times. Just watching him play or even sleep. That might sound crazy but knowing I made him with my husband is the most amazing feeling ever.
I felt Stephen kiss the top of my head as he sat down next to me.
"He is perfect isn't he?" I said
"Beyond perfect" he said pulling me closer into him and kissing my temple.
I had the perfect husband and two perfect amazing sons.
"When can we have another one?" I smiled and asked Stephen
His mouth about dropped in shock but smiled.
"I think you just like being pregnant" he said
"That and I love babies. I love the babies me and you make together"
"I know baby I love our babies too. But it is all up to you my love you know that?"
"I know. How about in 5-6 months?" I smiled
"Sounds perfect baby" he kissed me on the lips as I felt his tongue slide into my mouth.
I never would have thought that I would be marrying a man that kidnapped me, raped me, and bet me but I did. I love this man more than I ever loved anyone else. Besides our kids. Ever since everything went down no one has ever bothered us, contacted us or come near us. My mother and I talk all the time. She has become one of my best friends and we act more like best girlfriends than mother and daughter. But I couldn't ask for a better relationship with her.
Stephen and I's marriage went back instantly to the loving husband and wife we were before. We rarely fight and if it is, it is over something stupid like who loves each other more just so we have angry make up sex. Which that was how our newest son was created.
I wouldn't change my life for anything. I wouldn't change how I met my husband. Even though I know he is my soul mate and I would have met him eventually. I wouldn't change it because I would maybe still be waiting for him to come into my life. I love him. I love everything about him. And I love the beautiful children he has given me.