After dinner, Kelly was feeling rather amorous, dragging her husband to the bedroom for some hot and sweaty sex, before she wandered out, suggesting to Hannah that he was feeling a little drained, but he’d be ready and raring to go again in a couple of hours. He walked out fifteen minutes later having showered.
“You three will be the death of me,” he stated, “But what a way to go out.”
“You have three young women looking after you, Daddy,” Hannah replied, “I think you’re living the dream!”
Plonking himself down next to her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her. “Definitely, sweetheart. We have one child already, Kelly will prove to be a wonderful mother to ours, and soon enough, we’ll have our second child together. House full of babies. We’ll make it work.”
“I might stay home too, Daddy,” Kelly suggested, “Considering the number of children we’re likely to have, Hannah and I can help each other.”
“I’m leaving the decision to you, sweetie. We can afford everything on my wage, and once Katie starts working, we’re going to be quite comfortable. Even though you’ll be caring for our children and the house, I don’t want to think either of you regret anything.”
“Once we’re finished making babies and they’re all older, I’ll resume my studies, Daddy,” Hannah stated, “Only part-time, as I’ll also go to work the hours they’re at school.”
“I remember discussing this a while back. As I said, whatever any of you choose to do, we’ll discuss it but you always, more often than not, have my complete support.”
“What I want right now is another baby, Daddy.”
“Give me another hour and we’ll go to bed, sweetheart.”
Hannah knew, when it was time to tell her father, that it was likely that first week of trying when she fell pregnant for a second time.
*****
Mark (Epilogue)
“Happy birthday, Daddy!” my twin daughters exclaimed, kissing my cheek, as they delivered the birthday cake. I was too old for the number of candles to reflect my age. Now it was just a five and a zero.
“Happy birthday, husband,” Kelly whispered, kissing me softly on the lips.
Glancing around, our other children were sat at the table out in the backyard. Three of them were those of Kelly and myself, two daughters and a son. Four of them were those of Hannah and myself, who got exactly what she wanted, a pair of boys and a pair of girls. And there was also one more daughter, as Katie gave into temptation and wanted a child with me too.
There were two other children, that will require explanation later. Sofia was at the table with Christine, Emily and Belinda. The latter three were now happily married with children of their own, though I knew they all had fond memories of those many months were shared fooling around. I certainly hadn’t forgotten.
Bill was there as always, my best mate for over four decades, with his charming wife. His children were now adults, living their best lives. My father had passed by the time I was forty-five, but my mother was ever present in our lives, still spritely at seventy-five, alongside my siblings as always.
Claire was also present. I’m sure that would come as a shock to some after everything that happened between us and the children, and would require plenty of explanation. Another thing to describe later. But on that day, reaching a half-century in a life I’d lived well, I couldn’t help grin at being surrounded by the people I loved. Well, all except for one, I guess.
I certainly had no reason to complain about anything. Our house now had a second level, needing to expand due to the number of children that were born. Felt like the Brady Bunch at times, considering how many children we were raising together. Hannah had given birth to our four children by the time she was twenty-eight, Kelly to our three by the time she was twenty-five. Katie had our child when she was thirty, ensuring she’d started her career first before she felt she was ready to have a child.
Ever since my relationship with my daughters had started, we had lived in relative harmony, and with Kelly as my wife, the four of us had bounced off each other, supporting each other the entire time, particularly during those moments when life seemed to grind one of us down. My professional life was going well, my company expanding until it was one of the largest in the state, and I was now looking at expanding nationwide.
Personally, everything was going swimmingly until Claire learned through the grapevine that Hannah had given birth to two children. I had no idea how she’d learned, as my daughters had completely cut-off Claire, and there were warnings to Claire’s family that, should they tell her anything, they’d be cut-off too. When it finally happened, I received a call from Claire, asking about her grandchildren.
“How did you find out?” I had to ask.
“Before anyone goes accusing and cutting the rest of my family off, an old friend of mine saw Hannah walking in town with one of her friends, both pushing a stroller along. It was assumed the children where theirs.”
Glancing at Hannah, who was sitting next to me and could hear the conversation, I could only sigh. Hannah nodded, suggesting I could confirm. “Yes, Hannah has given birth to two children. A son and a daughter.”
“Who’s the father?”
“She’s not with him.” We’d sorted out some sort of cover story. “Unfortunately, he was a bit of a prick so she left him.”
“So our daughter is a single mother?”
I heard the accusation in her tone, and despite being polite the past couple of years on the phone, that just pissed me off. “Don’t you fucking start on me, Claire. You left me as a single father when they were fourteen because you wanted to go and fuck some other guy. My daughter is doing a wonderful job raising two beautiful children, and her father is by her side, every step of the way.”
“I… I wasn’t accusing you of anything, Mark. Sorry, it’s just… I’ve learned I’m a grandmother and… I’d…”
“Not happening, Claire,” Hannah stated immediately, “I’d rather you not know about any of this at all.”
“I have a right to see my grandchildren.”
I didn’t miss the small sob at the end. I could understand how much she was hurting. Not seeing her daughters was one thing, but to miss out on grandchildren, I knew it was almost too much. Hannah was no longer full of hate for her mother, but she still wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. I did wonder from time to time if we shouldn’t sit and discuss a reconciliation, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t get very far.
“Then I’ll see you in court, Claire,” Hannah retorted, keeping her tone even, “But as you’ve been told more than once by now, you might be family in the eyes of the law, but they’re my children and I will decide who they will have a relationship with. They will have one with daddy, they will have one with Katie and Kelly, and anyone else I deem fit.”
Claire hung up. It wasn’t a surprise, but when Katie heard about what was going on, it seemed to light a fire under her for some reason. It took a couple of months to hear that she had tentatively reached out to Claire to start communicating. When I found out, I wasn’t sure whether to chastise her, as I knew how this would impact her sister, or just show my support as always. But I warned her to be careful when it came to Hannah. She would hit the roof if or when she found out.
When Hannah did discover what was going on, it was the first time I’d seen my twin daughters fall out. I don’t mean just the arguments I’d see when they were teenagers. The argument got ugly very quickly, and when Hannah suggested what Katie was doing was an act of betrayal, even I had to step and admit that, perhaps, Katie simply believed enough time had passed that she could find it in herself to forgive and perhaps finally form some sort of relationship with their mother.
Busy as I was with work and raising young children, I didn’t notice the fact my daughters stopped communicating. They conversed at the table, but even I noticed they never shared my bed at the same time any longer. I was willing to give it time to settle when, after a couple of months, Katie came to me in tears, admitting that, except when Kelly or myself was involved, Hannah hadn’t spoken a word to her since she’d told her about contacting Claire.
Hannah was pregnant again at the time when I sat her down. Just mentioning Claire would result in anger or tears, so I knew I’d have to approach the subject delicately.
“Your sister still loves you, sweetheart,” I said.
“I still love her, Daddy,” she whispered, “With all my heart. But what she’s doing… How can she forgive her? I don’t hate her anymore, but I just…” She looked at me for the first time looking confused about what she should do. “What should I do, Daddy?” she whispered, “Is she right? Has it been long enough?” She paused before adding softly, “I miss having a mother.”
I hugged her tightly to my chest. “I think it’s time. I really do. It’s been a decade. I just don’t think about it, but I probably would now, just to clear the air. If I were to do that, would you find it in yourself to do follow her example? If your sister can find it in her heart to forgive her mother for what she did, I’m sure my other daughter has the same good heart.
Hannah, Katie needs to hear you still love her. Every night she joins me in bed, she spends most of the time crying in her father’s arms. And it breaks my heart to see how fractured your relationship is. You’ve always been so close.”
That broke Hannah completely as she sobbed in my arms. Hell, she almost got me going, murmuring she’d talk to her sister that very night. Kelly and I headed out for a few hours once Katie was home from work. Whispering into her ear that it would be okay, I hugged her tightly before Hannah walked out of the kitchen, stating she’d prepared dinner for them both.
By the time Kelly and I returned home from dinner out, Hannah and Katie were laughing away on the couch, the latter enjoying some wine, Hannah obviously not drinking due to her pregnancy. I was hugged tightly by both of them as soon as I walked through the door, then led to the bedroom, where I was stripped off, they were naked seconds later, and I had my pregnant daughter on my cock and Katie on my face.
Once Hannah enjoyed a couple of orgasms, Kelly leapt onto my cock, muttering something about filling her womb with my cum. Yep, sounded like she wanted another child.