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  “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, that he did this to you. That you had to be touched by him.” He looked up at me, his eyes gazing deeply into mine. “But as Donna said, we may have a solution.”

  “Have you ever thought about having children?” Donna asked. I bolted upright.

  “Yes…” I said carefully. “But I don’t know If I’ll be a good mother, or if I’m ready.” I stopped, before I could babble on. “Why do you ask?”

  “Lydia, I have a severe issue with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. It’s highly unlikely I’ll be able to get pregnant. Doctors have concluded that I am infertile.” She shifted a little closer to me. “Your most recent medical tests showed you are fertile, and healthy.”

  “So, you want me to get pregnant, have a baby with Enrique? Is that why you chose me?” I asked, feeling a little bit of anger sparking to life in my chest.

  “Not the only reason.” Enrique smiled, thumb rubbing over my knuckles. “You are more special to us than you realise. We love you, we want you to be part of our family, and more than anything, we want you to be happy.” Donna put an arm around my shoulder. “You are so beautiful, kind and loving … we saw that from the very first moment we saw you. You’d helped an old lady over the street, when some rude man pushed past her, and she fell to the ground. We heard she had broken her hip, but you stayed with her until the ambulance came.”

  “That was my first day. I was over a half-hour late, and I got my first warning,” I said, remembering the poor old African-American woman as she lay on the pavement. I held her hand in mine, offering her comfort as I knelt on the cold pavement. My stockings were laddered terribly by the time the paramedics arrived and took her to a hospital.

  “Yes, but we removed that once we saw what had happened. You were also sent up a large bunch of flowers from the woman’s son, I recall.”

  “Yes, they sat on my desk for a week before I had to throw them out. They’d died, but lasted so long.” I nodded.

  “See, you’re perfect for us. The perfect mother for our child. We’ll never leave you out of their lives, or the lives of any other children we have,” Enrique promised.

  “So, what about the office?”

  “I told Enrique to explain to them that all gossip about you is to stop, and that you are going to be our surrogate,” Donna said, brushing aside some of my dishevelled hair to lean in and kiss my cheek.

  “You were that confident I’m going to say ‘yes’?” I asked her. She smiled and nodded.

  “Imagine all the fun well have trying for a baby.” She smirked. I thought about it for a moment. wondering what my mother would say about my unorthodox and unusual relationship with my boss and his wife.

  I slowly nodded. This was where I belonged, here with these people, who were a part of my life, my family, my loves.

  “All right, I’ll stop taking my pill,” I said, taking my hands from beneath theirs, and placing them on top, squeezing their hands in mine. “Let’s make a baby.” I smiled.

  The Chinese food was quickly forgotten, as were the clothing items scattered over the floor. Donna knelt down between my legs, her head moving up and down as she licked her way up to my pussy. Enrique sat behind me, cradling me in his strong arms, hands slowly teasing my breasts, fingers plucking and twisting nipples as Donna trailed her tongue through my folds.

  “That’s it, baby … make her nice and wet for me.” He growled, his erection growing until it poked me in the small of my back. His legs came around my own, trapping me in place, so I couldn’t close them against Donna’s devious little tongue. I squirmed against her decadent mouth, moaning softly as Enrique watched his wife eat me out.

  Donna licked me hard, her fingers slipping inside me as I came so close to my climax. Her mouth latched onto my clit, where she suckled until I could bear it no more and came hard on her tongue. She licked her lips, pulling away, before she lay back on her haunches, her legs spread and her pussy on full, aroused display for me. “Your turn.” I panted as Enrique rocked his hard cock against my ass, teasing me as I moved forward, going on hands and knees to lower my smiling mouth onto Donna’s waiting pussy, dripping with her need. I moaned as I felt Enrique push his hard cock inside me, slowly thrusting, as I licked and sucked on his wife’s sweet pussy.

  Enrique grunted as his thrusts picked up their pace. Donna’s moans and his guttural groans were music to my ears as I let Enrique’s movements push my face harder against Donna’s mound. We moved like liquid against each other, our bodies in perfect, harmonious sync with each other. I knew without a doubt, that they loved me now. That we were all meant to be together. Fate, Kismet, Destiny, whatever it was. We were meant to be.

  Enrique’s body tensed as mine did, and Donna whimpered as I sucked hard on her clit, humming out my own orgasm as I felt Enrique’s hot seed spurting inside me.

  Though we all knew this was just a ‘practice round’, it was no less satisfactory than when our baby would be conceived.

  Epilogue

  I waddled slowly through the corridors of the care facility, Enrique and Donna both beside me, one either side, a hand on my back, another holding mine as if I were one of the poor invalid residents here. My due date wasn’t far off, and I had been ordered on bed rest, because of the twins I was carrying. But it was Mom’s birthday and I never missed her birthday. We entered the room and saw the nursing staff had set up a small table with a birthday cake for her. “Hey, Mom,” I said, settling down on the chair with a soft grunt.

  “Hello, my darlings,” she said with a smile. It had taken her a short while to accept and understand the ‘special’ relationship I had with my bosses, but she had raised me to be open-minded about life, and she was just happy that I was happy. Even more so that she was about to become a grandmother, twice over.

  “How’s your back?” she asked me.

  “Been really sore this morning,” I said. “I’ve had a couple of twinges here and there, and couldn’t sleep last night.”

  “She tossed and turned and kicked me at least five times.” Enrique smirked. Both he and Donna had brought me into their bedroom to sleep in their king-sized bed, even though I had my own king-sized bed in my room. I’d hardly used it since agreeing to become a mother.

  “Hmm…” Mom seemed thoughtful.

  “What?” I asked, huffing a little bit, even though I was sitting. Another twinge bit at my lower back.

  One of the nurses came over and looked at me.

  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say…” the nurse started.

  “She’s in labour, isn’t she?” Mom asked, with a knowing smirk.

  “Yep. I’d say so.” The nurse grinned. “You might want to get to a hospital before…” I felt the sweeping wetness, and heard it dripping on the floor.

  “Uh, this is embarrassing. I think I just peed my pants… Oh, I’m so sorry!”

  “Nope, your water just broke. I’ll get some towels. And don’t you worry about a thing, honey, you just get your people to get you to the hospital.” Enrique and Donna helped me up and I waddled to the entrance. Mom followed in her motorised wheelchair.

  “I love you, Lydia. You’ll be fine.”

  “You’re coming too, Maggie. I’m not going to let you miss out on the birth of your grandchildren!” Enrique said, his excitement and nerves showing in his voice.

  They loaded me into the car, while Enrique organised for my mother’s transport with the care facility. I felt the first big contraction hit while we were halfway to the hospital. “Breathe, Lydia, remember to breathe!” Donna coached me, as they had both been to my birthing classes, and had never missed a session, an ultrasound, or a check-up. I had been on bed rest for over a month, and nothing was done on my own––one or both of them were always there.

  “I am fucking breathing!” I huffed as another contraction hit, my last words coming screaming out of my mouth.

  “Almost there, Mrs Cortez!” the driver called over my near-hysterics. Enrique turned around in the front passeng
er seat, and as I lay sprawled across the back with Donna cradling my legs as she sat beside me, his hand reached out for me and I grabbed it in a death grip.

  “This is your fault!” I huffed.

  “I know. I love you too.” He grinned, kissing my hand. I closed my eyes as another damned contraction hit.

  The car screeched to a halt and the doors opened. The medical staff waited for me, and I was helped out and placed on a gurney. Lights flashed as I puffed and panted my way through another contraction. My vision began to get blurry as the pain hit harder than ever.

  “Oh god, I need to push…” I cried out.

  “A few more minutes, we’ll be in the delivery room!” a doctor or a nurse or some asshole with no knowledge of what my body wanted to do without waiting, assured me. I reached over with my free hand and gripped his ugly purple scrubs. “I fucking need to push!” I screamed at his startled face.

  “Get her in as fast as you can––I think I see someone is eager to meet the world!” another doctor-slash-nurse-slash-medical-asshole said, peeking between my legs. Enrique looked.

  “Is that a head?” he asked, amazed.

  “It’s the top of one, yes,” the doctor replied, as someone hooked monitors to my body.

  “Doctor Connors, we need to get her in ASAP. I think baby number two is in distress.”

  “What?” I panicked. Enrique and Donna looked at each other, Donna’s face paled and she reached over and stroked my sweaty brow.

  “Lydia, it’s all right, we’ve got you. Honey, everything will be okay.”

  “Prep her for a C-Section!” the doctor ordered as one of the machines began to bleep alarmingly.

  I sobbed as my body cramped with another contraction again. “We’ll need to deliver this one naturally, the other one we’ll have to go in for,” I heard in the distance as my gurney was pushed through open doors and into an operating room.

  “You’ll have to wait outside, I’m sorry,” someone was ordering Enrique and Donna.

  “No, please let them stay, I need them!” I begged.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs Cortez,” the doctor said, not realising I wasn’t Mrs Cortez, but I wasn’t going to correct him right at that moment.

  “Oh God, another one’s coming…”

  “Okay, we need you to push, Mrs Cortez.”

  I pushed, hard, bearing down as it felt like I was being split in two. I stopped as the sensation passed. Something had definitely moved, and I heard a little mewling sound coming from my firstborn. Hot tears traced down my sweat-dampened face. I cried and panted.

  “Okay, Lydia…” the doctor said. “We have to give you something, to help you relax, then we’re going in to get baby number two, okay? You will feel a pinch on your arm, then I just want you to close your eyes and relax. Your firstborn is looking good, a healthy boy.”

  “My son…” I whispered as I felt the warmth of the drugs kicking in, and I closed my eyes to blissful rest.

  ****

  I opened my eyes to the sounds of the mewling I’d heard when my son was born. The room was filled with concerned looking people. Mom held a blue-wrapped bundle in her arms, with Enrique and Donna cooing over him.

  “Wha…” I mumbled, my throat and mouth feeling so dry. Enrique and Donna were at my side in an instant, Donna’s hand offering me the straw in a cup of water, Enrique asking how I was feeling.

  “The other baby?” I asked. Enrique’s eyes shone with a little sadness, and I gasped, sitting up, before the pain lanced through my body. Enrique slowly pushed me to lie back down against the pillows.

  “She’s fine, but they had to take her to the NICU to check she’s okay. The umbilical cord had wrapped around her neck during labour and they are concerned she didn’t get enough oxygen, but from what the initial tests have shown, she should be okay.”

  “She’s alive?” I sobbed. Mom’s wheelchair was by my bedside in seconds.

  “Yes, and she’s as beautiful as her older brother.” Mom smiled, offering the bundle to Enrique, who handed him to me after Donna raised my bed with the controller, so I could sit up without moving myself too much again and risking the stiches from my emergency C-section.

  A nurse came in shortly after the doctor had checked me over, followed by another nurse, who wheeled in our daughter.

  “Hi, Mom and Dad! The doctors are happy with her progress and we thought we’d bring her down to see you, seeing as we just heard Mom is awake,” the male nurse said, as he wheeled the pink-wrapped bundle in beside my bed. I felt the hot tears again, breaking free and trickling down my cheeks. Our daughter lay snuggled in the blanket, making cute little grunts as she slept. In my arms, my son seemed to realise his sister was nearby and squirmed a little in his blanket.

  “You wanna hold your baby, Mommy?” the female nurse asked. I nodded, reaching out after securing our son in my other hand. Enrique and Donna were by my side, their hands resting om my body, as if to make sure I was still there with them. Our daughter was placed in my arm. I looked at the beautiful babies in my arms, then looked to the three next most important people in my life. “We make beautiful babies.” Enrique smiled, leaning his head against my shoulder.

  He leaned forward and kissed the babies on their tiny foreheads, before he leaned forward and kissed me, and Donna did the same. I looked down at them, perfection in tiny blue and pink bundles.

  “We certainly do.” I smiled at my lovers, my family.

  At first, Mrs Cortez’s proposal had been indecent and highly unorthodox. But given the chance again?

  I’d still say yes.

  The End

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  The Trenin Alliance, 1

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  Chapter One

  “Ellis, when you’re finished there I need to see you in private,” Doctor Forsythe said as he passed her.

  Samantha Ellis nodded. “Yes, Doctor.” She turned back to her patients, a mother and young child. The little boy looked up at her with wide, black eyes, each dark iris swirling with a kaleidoscope of colors. His mother’s face showed weariness from running and hiding for months from the Trenins, from whom she and her son had escaped. They had been brought to Camp Ninety-Four by a group of mercenaries that helped human slaves escape from the Trenin. Sam couldn’t even begin to know what this poor woman had gone through in her years as some Trenin’s sex slave.

  “Okay, sweetheart, this will just be a little sting, and then we’ll be finished,” Sam said as she drew the inoculation into the syringe. The technology was considered primitive, what with all the new tech that the Trenins had brought with them and that the humans had stolen from their enemy during the war with the humanoid aliens. Mankind’s reverse-engineering skills had been put to the test, and even with the scattered military, humans were slowly clawing back from near extinction.

  Sadly, not every refugee camp on Earth could obtain the much-needed supplies. Camp Ninety-Four was fortunate to have what they did. The camp where Sam’s parents and younger sisters were located had conditions that were much worse than here.

  Their world was dying as a result of the Trenin’s devastating weapons. People were starving, and the rising levels of the Earth’s oceans had displaced so many people that law and order were things of the past. Only in the camps was there some semblance of sanity and stability. Though there had been a truce called and negotiations for peace were being conducted between Earth’s remaining government bodies and the Ruling Clan of the Trenins, there were still those of the alien race who were rebelling against the peace. The rebel Trenins would occasionally attack defenseless camps and capture humans for slaves. The woman before her was both fortunate, and unfortunate. She had managed to escape her fate, but had a permanent reminder of her ordeal in the form of the sweet little boy in her arms.


  Sam took a small square of precious gauze and pressed it against the mouth of a bottle of antiseptic. She dampened the gauze before gently wiping it on the boy’s bare arm. His mother held her child securely, trying to comfort him before the pain of the needle. She hummed a soft tune to calm the child as Sam pressed the needle into his skin.

  The boy screamed, his mouth wide open, revealing a small blue-tinged tongue, and his skin hardened around the needle, almost stone-like. The boy was undeniably a Trenin-human half-breed. Sam knew she would have to register this young boy with the fledgling Earth Interspecies Registry, a reasonably new service from the weakened United Earth Government’s attempts to regain control over their people, which kept track of all alien/human children who returned to Earth.

  “Okay, sweetie, almost done,” she said softly as she injected the serum into the child’s body. She withdrew the needle from his skin, which had slowly returned to its original suppleness as she wiped the sore spot over with the antiseptic soaked gauze. She looked up to the mother, who cuddled her son close, whispering soothing words to him. Sam was lucky with this boy. Sometimes the needles broke off in a Trenin half-breed and would require a bit of force to pry the needle from the hardened skin. It would have proven quite traumatic for both child and mother.

  Sam smiled, her heart melting a little at the sight. She knew that although the boy had a rough start to life, anywhere would be better for him than under the Trenins’ rule.