1.21Family PT 2
This chapter is Rated R (One naughty word, and a short sex scene, although not much is shown. If these things bother you don’t read!)
Author’s note: I’m deeply sorry that this chapter took a few days longer then I said it would. I had most of the pictures completed for the chapter, but as I was reading it I didn’t like it. (As usual) So I decided to change things a little bit, namely the beginning, which seemed so drawn out to me. So I changed the beginning, as I didn’t feel like dwelling much on the past, and wanted to focus on the future and their happiness. There had been enough drama, and sadness and I just was ready to move beyond that. I hope it makes sense why I chose to write it the way I did, and that you enjoy the chapter!
“Mika, what are you doing here?” I whispered softly, closing my eyes and leaning into his lap as we waited for the ambulance to arrive. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up from it….
“Shhh…” Mika looked down at me and smiled. His eyes. Of all the things I had missed about him these past few months when I thought he was dead, I had missed his eyes the most. “We don’t have to talk about this now. You’re exhausted, and justifiably so. You just had twins Madeline. We’re parents!”
“I thought you were dead!” I cried out, my eyes welling up with tears. “How could you let me go on thinking that?” I asked, my eyes blazing!
His hands felt soothing as they ran through my tangled strands of hair that spilled across his lap, but inside I felt like a ball of fire was inside my guts, and growing brighter and hotter by the minute.
“Letting you think I was dead was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.” Mika looked down at my face. I closed my eyes against the tide of tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. I wanted to hold onto my anger for just a little while longer. These last few months, anger had been the only thing keeping me going at times.
“I had to make sure the people who worked for my grandfather thought I was dead. It was the only way I could make sure that they would never come looking for me. It was the only thing I could do to keep you safe.” Mika smiled down at me again. I watched a tear tremble on his lower lashes, and make its slow journey down his cheek. Just one tear, as if he had cried out the rest and had no more left to show.
“But they pronounced you dead.” I said stubbornly, refusing to forgive and forget that easily.
“Yes.” Mika sighed. “I was there that night. Witnesses saw me go into the building, and never come out. All planned Madeline. It was the only thing I could do to keep you safe. It killed me knowing that you thought I was dead. But I couldn’t contact you, given the off-chance that you were being watched. Can’t you see that? I had to lay low until I could make sure that nobody would be looking for me.”
“Why now?” I asked, closing my eyes in exhaustion.
“I was watching you.” Mika smiled tenderly, his hand entwined with mine. “I didn’t know how to approach you. I was afraid that you had moved on, and entering your life now would only cause you more heartache. I wasn’t sure if it was better to just let you go…”
“How can you say that?” I cried out. “How could you say I was better off without you? I’ve been miserable without you. The night you left was the worst night of my life, and the only thing that kept me going days after was the thought that one day your grandfather would die someday. When I saw on TV you were dead I felt all that hope deflate like a balloon. How dare you for saying that I’m better off!” I said bitterly, my words coarse with tears.
“I couldn’t simply wait for him to die. To truly be free, I too had to die. And to make that lie stick, you had to believe it too. I couldn’t bear to open you up to more heartbreak then you had already been through. I could see you through the windows of this house alone, and it killed me not being here for you. But you looked at peace, finally after all this time. I couldn’t bear to take that away from you.”
“But why now?” I asked stubbornly, once again.
His hand gently grazed my cheek. “Because you needed me.”
The sounds of the ambulance echoed through the stillness of the morning, and all I felt was relief. I closed my eyes, and let myself drift off letting go of the pain, and the hurt…
A week later….
“Sleep is overrated.” I mumbled, stumbling blindly into the nursery, rubbing my eyes. I could never had imagined just how tired I could actually feel. I read a lot of mommy to be books during my pregnancy, and not one of them had fully prepared me for the extreme lack of sleep I would be getting.
Mika was a champ, and I was grateful that he was taking to his role of fatherhood like a duck to water. He was always willing to get up with the twins in the middle of the night, no matter how exhausted he was.
Mika had ridden in the back of the ambulance with me, and held my hand the entire time, the night I had given birth. Now, looking back, the entire thing seemed like a dream, one insanely crazy dream, that started out as a nightmare, but ended happily. He never left my side at the hospital, taking his role seriously as my protector. Our twins were born a couple of weeks premature, but otherwise healthy, and we were all released only days later. The day we had been released from the hospital, it felt like the happiest day of my life. We were a family, and we were safe. At long last, nothing could rip us apart again…
As I stood staring down into my daughters crib I felt my self nod off just a bit, but I quickly snapped out of it as I heard my infant daughter let out a soft cry, as if she was issuing me a warning. Great, now your falling asleep standing up, I thought yawning so loud my jaw popped.
Addison Elizabeth Drake was my second born, coming into the world, only minutes after her big brother. She was a great baby, hardly fussed, and mostly slept through the night, only crying when she was desperate. She had Mika’s eyes, A dark rich brown, and a thin crown of fine dark hair. Her middle name was Mika’s mother’s name, and it was important to Mika, and to me, that we kept the memory of his mother alive in our daughter.
The minute she saw my face lean down over the crib, she smiled, her eyes fixed on mine. I couldn’t look away.
“Hey baby girl…” I whispered reaching into the crib, her small hand closed around my finger.
In my arms, she felt as light as a feather. I held her against my chest and nuzzled her against my cheek, breathing in her new baby smell.
As the pre-dawn light streamed in through the open windows, I couldn’t help feeling blessed. This was what life was all about….
A loud wail interrupted the stillness of the morning. Aidan was awake, and he wanted to make sure even the neighbors were aware of that fact!
Aidan Matthew Drake came into the world screaming, and never seemed to stop, and was the reason I was only getting three to four hours asleep a night. His middle name, Matthew, was named after Mika’s little brother, who I had yet to meet, but would soon.
My grandmother had yet to meet the twins, as was Mason, but they were both flying out next week. Mason was excited over being an uncle. I couldn’t keep Melody away from the twins, but she was welcome to help out any time, and always seemed to be willing to fuss over them while I stole a few moments of precious sleep.
Aidan beat the air with his tiny fists, as I reached into his crib, his face was beet-red from his shrill cries.
“Shhh…” I whispered. “Let’s let daddy sleep. What do you say?” I begged.
I was becoming the diaper expert. With twins, it seemed like half my day was spent changing diapers, or bottle feeding. I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a shower, or even combed my hair…
“Is that better Aidan?” I cooed lifting him in the air and peppering his little belly with kisses making him smile. “What do you say little man?” I said hopefully. “Now that your dry, feel like getting a little more sleep? Your poor parents are sleep deprived.”
I cradled him against my chest and stared into his perfect face. His hazel eyes, so much like mine stared almost defiantly into mine. No, Aidan would not drift easily into sleep. He would fight it for all he was worth.
“I can take over if you want to go back to sleep.” I heard Mika yawn from behind me, leaning against the doorway, only clad in his boxer briefs.
“I’m sorry we woke you.” I yawned into the back of my hand. “Aidan seems pretty fussy. Do you think he has gas?” I asked.
I gently laid little Aidan in his crib. To my great relief his eyes closed instantly. I resisted the urge to cheer. I turned toward Mika with a wide smile, giving him the look of victory that only two exhausted parents could truly understand.
“Finally….” I pumped my fist in the air, and stared down at my peaceful looking son.
I heard Mika’s footsteps approach me from behind, and felt his arms encircle around my shoulders. I leaned back into his embrace, his stubble rubbing against my cheek. But I didn’t mind. I loved his stubble. I just loved him period. I couldn’t imagine life without him, and now I never had too…
Mika spun me around, and I giggled as he pulled me into a kiss, his arms gripping my waist. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” I laughed. “I look like shit.”
“You could never look like shit.” Mika pulled me tighter into his arms, kissing my neck, making desire flare down low in my belly.
“You have to say that.” I breathed in between searing kisses that made my toes curl.
“True.” Mika laughed. “But it’s the truth. You always look beautiful to me.”
For minutes, I felt myself get swept away with the intensity of Mika’s kiss. We hadn’t had much time alone these last few days, and we had to steal intimate moments together whenever possible, as you never knew when the moment would be interrupted. That was motherhood though, but I loved it. How could I complain? I had two healthy children, and a man I couldn’t live without. A man who had gone through hell, for me, to ensure my safety.
“What?” I asked when I felt Mika pull away from our kiss abruptly. He looked distracted. “It’s my breath. Isn’t it?” I cried out, breathing against my hand. I felt my face redden with embarrassment.
“No, it’s not that. I swear. I guess I’m a little nervous.” Mika took a step forward, gently taking my hands in his.
“Nervous?” I repeated like a parrot. “What on earth do you have to be nervous about?”
“I’m nervous because I want to ask you something, and I’m not sure how you’ll react.” Mika stared at me intently, his dark eyes intense under his thick brows. I resisted the urge to sweep his thick dark hair away from his forehead.
“Ok?” I questioned, feeling at a loss, wondering what had him doubting himself so. He was always Mr. Confident. It was strange seeing him like this!
To my great shock. Mika dropped to one knee and looked up at me with a smile. His eyes radiated pure love and devotion.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, even though his intent was evident. He wasn’t down there because he wanted to tie my shoes, after all!
“Something I’ve been wanting to do since the moment I met you.” Mika smiled.
He pulled a small black box from underneath Addison’s crib. A good hiding spot when I thought about it. He opened it up, and presented it to me with flourish. “I know, this seems sudden, but when you know, you know… I knew from the minute I met you that you were special. Something about you just felt right, and I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life. Madeline Mae Drake, will you marry me?”
“I’m sorry it’s not much.” Mika apologized, looking hopeful. His dark eyes sparkled as much as the diamond!
“Are you kidding me?” I breathed, my eyes captivated by the blinding sparkle. “It’s perfect!” I felt a tear of joy slide down my face.
Mika slid the ring onto my finger, it was the perfect fit, as I knew it would be. Like us. The perfect fit.
“I know this isn’t the perfect proposal. I had been wondering for days how I would ask you. Something about this morning seemed right. You looked so beautiful the way the light played upon your hair.” He stood, and kissed my lips gently. “I know I’m in my underwear, but I’m hoping you’ll over look that small oversight.” Mika laughed looking nervous.
“So?” Mika asked looking nervous as I stood there staring down at the ring in shock. “Your killing me here!” He laughed slightly.
“Yes!” I yelled throwing my arms around Mika. “Of course yes. A million times yes!” I laughed, feeling like a lunatic as I wiped tears from my eyes at the same time!
Mika picked me up in his arms, and carried me into our bedroom like I weighed no more than a feather. I ran my hands up and down his taut muscular chest, enjoying the way his muscles bunched and flexed beneath my finger tips.
Mika’s hands slid up my nightgown, making my skin tingle where he touched it. The material slid from my body pooling around my feet on the floor. I shivered slightly only clad in my bra and panties, grateful at least they matched. Behind me, I could feel Mika’s erection straining against the thin material of his boxers pressing into the small of my back.
I let out a small gasp when I felt his tongue swipe wetly along my collarbone. That spot had always been so sensitive to me. I let out a moan of appreciation, and found myself begging for him to go further…
He gently lowered me down onto the bed peppering my stomach with kisses. He paused briefly and looked up at me with a questioning look in his eyes. “You sure about this? If you’re not ready…?” He asked.
“I’m ready.” I whispered. I knew it would hurt at first, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him. It had been so long…
I bit down on my finger as Mika gently parted my thighs settling himself between them. I let out a small cry as he gently pushed himself forward. The pain soon gave way to pleasure….
“I love you.” Mika whispered after our love-making was complete.
“I love you too.” I said staring into his eyes like I was memorizing his face. I couldn’t have dreamed that only months ago I had thought I would never see him again.
“Can you hear that?” Mika asked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair that had fallen across my cheek.
“I don’t hear anything.” I yawned, snuggling down further under the blankets.
“Exactly.” Mika smiled. “I think Aidan finally gave in.”
I watched as Mika closed his eyes, and it seemed that only after a few minutes, he was asleep. He looked content, a small smile played upon his lips. I pulled out my arm from under my pillow and stared at the ring. It sparkled in the morning sunlight that shown in through the windows. I watched as a beam of light played upon the diamond casting a rainbow upon the wall. I smiled. Like a rainbow after the storm…
Continuity errors: I’m aware that after childbirth doctor’s recommend you wait at least 3 weeks before regaining sexual intercourse. This is the sims and if their bodies snap back instantly after birth, then why not their vagina’s! ROFL! I just figured if a hot guy just proposed to me in his underware, I would want to jump his bones asap. So there is your explanation…
Also, the beginning. Mika is wearing the same clothes he wrapped his newborns in after they were born. The damn idiot kept trying to change into his outerware in the middle of taking pictures, and I finally said “To hell with you.” LOL. Oh the joys of the season’s expansion pack, and Mika’s extreme want to go outside and sit in the rocking chair on the front porch. /Sigh. I wanted to take pictures of them holding their newborns, but the poses I downloaded wouldn’t work while holding infants, and you can’t pose babies, so they kept putting the damned rugrats on the floor. *Rolls eyes*