I called Mom and Dad's place first, but there was no answer. I figured as much. With it a school night, I thought they might be over at our house so Rhiannon could go to bed without the adults having to leave. I dialed our house and Diane answered. I put Carol on and had her do the talking.
"Hello?"
Carol pitched her voice a little lower than normal so her excitement wouldn't show. It made her sound a little anxious and mysterious.
"Hello? Diane Marie?"
"Carol Anne? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, My Love. Is Mom and Dad over there with you?"
"Yes, they're right here."
"Is Rhiannon still up?"
"Yes, but she's getting tired, and will hafta go down soon."
"Can you bring them all to the phone?"
"Yes, but Carol Anne, what's all the mystery?"
"David and I just want you all to hear what we have to say. Tante Pie and Tante Jo are here with us, wondering the same thing.
"OK, Carol Anne, Dear, everyone is here now. You're scaring me. You two aren't gonna run off and leave me, are you?"
Carol couldn't resist a little jab at me, and put all her love in her voice for Diane.
"Now why would I do a thing like that? Run off on my new best girl before we've even properly met? David might run off and leave us both, but you'll still have me."
You could just see Diane melting, creaming her panties at Carol's sweet voice.
"Oh, Carol Anne..."
Carol giggled happily, breaking the somber mood she'd created.
"Oh, Diane Marie, I just couldn't resist a little drama. David and I do have an announcement, a very happy one."
"Oh... ?"
Carol squealed and exclaimed into the phone, looking at her aunts as she made our announcement.
"WE DID IT! WE'RE PREGNANT!"
The aunts yipped and hugged each other, then ran to us and hugged each of us, showering us with happy kisses.
Jo said, almost to herself, "I thought I smelled something there besides just satisfied well-fucked woman."
On the other end of the line it was pandemonium. I heard Dad's happy shout and laugh. Mom's squeal of delight and Rhiannon's happy child's voice squealing, 'A brother! A brother for me and Jenny!' Diane kept her cool better than the rest.
"Carol Anne, Darling, that's wonderful news. But how can you know so soon? You won't know for sure until you miss at least one period and have a pregnancy test."
"Diane Marie, you're the one person I wanted to be the very first to know after David. I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't sure. Don't ask me how, but I knew the instant it happened. I was so filled with joy, and I felt this, I don't know how to describe it, this... this quickening. There was this burst of pure white light in my mind, and I knew. Now, just in case, David and I will keep trying tonight until we leave tomorrow, if that's still OK with you?"
"Carol Anne Lloyd! Don't be so silly! Of course you're gonna keep trying! A little insurance is the best thing right now! Besides, I bet you two are so happy right now, you'd do it whether I said it was OK or not. I know David wouldn't ordinarily 'cheat' but this is NOT ordinary. And how can he cheat with you, my own best girl that I share him with?"
Diane's outburst answered many questions. It seemed she figured she was already in a multiple marriage. How would she take the news of Riekie, though?
"Oh, Diane Marie, you just made me love you even more! I wish you could have been here with us when it happened! It was magic, and the place it happened is magic! Someday we'll show it to you. Can Mom hear me?"
Mom came on the phone. "Yes, I can hear you, Carol Anne. I'm on the extension with Don. Rhiannon's with her mother. Did you hear Rhiannon squeal? She's happier than us, I think, and we're overjoyed. What did you want, Princess?"
"I just wanted to tell you I love you, Mom, and thank you. You were right about the fresh air. Did you tell Diane Marie I thought I'd broken Rascal on her? Any way, you were right about that, and Rascal, Our Sweet Prince, works just fine, now, thank you <GIGGLE>, so much so that Miss Pussy had to change her name to Mrs. Pussy.
"And Mom, you were right about the old cottage. We found one of our old spots that worked the magic, far more than even you imagined, I think. Thank you for that suggestion. You have no idea how much David and I appreciate it. It put us firmly on the road to coming back — all the way back. David will explain it all tomorrow. Can I speak to Rhiannon?"
Diane came on then.
"Of course, but she doesn't know you..."
"That's OK. I just want to say hello."
A small child's voice spoke next. I recognized it right away.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Rhiannon? This is..."
Rhiannon interrupted her with a squeal of delight, and I saw Carol visibly melt into softness and motherhood on Rhiannon's words.
"Mommy! You're my other Mommy! Oh! I love you Mommy! I've seen you in my dreams! But you're really real! Did you really make me and Jenny our brother today? I'm so happy!"
Rhiannon wound down enough for Carol to get a word in. She spoke with a love and tenderness only mothers seem to be able to muster.
"Yes, Dear, Daddy and I made your brother today, and I love you, too. I just wanted to say hello. Can I talk to Mommy again?"
"Yes Mommy, here's Mommy."
This was getting confusing to me, but to Rhiannon and Carol it seemed to make perfect sense, and to Diane, it seemed, when she came back on the phone.
"Hi, Mommy."
"Hi, yourself, Mommy."
They both giggled hysterically.
"So, have you picked a name yet?"
"No, it's too soon. I'm sure we'll get lots of suggestions from grandparents and kids and other family members. Right now, we just refer to him as Our Son."
It was apparent from the way she capitalized 'Our Son' that Diane was included in his parentage.
"Well, Carol Anne, Our Son will have a wonderful name, whatever you decide. I've got to get Rhiannon off to bed now, tomorrow's a school day, although she's so excited now, I doubt she'll sleep. When are you leaving, and how soon before I hear from you again, My Love?"
I felt like an interloper listening in on two lovers. I guess, in a way, I was.
"I'll let David tell you the travel arrangements. He hasn't had a chance to say anything. I've been hogging the line."
I finally got to speak to my family.
"Well, is everyone happy with our news?"
A chorus of 'Yes, David, very happy.' and 'Oh yes, Daddy.'
"OK, it's getting late, so I won't hold you much longer. Rhiannon's got school tomorrow, and it's way past your bedtime, Kiddo. Say good night to Mommy Carol and me and give us a kiss, then off you go. Mommy will be right in to tuck you in, as soon as I finish talking to her, OK?"
"Ok, Daddy. G'night, Mommy Carol! I love you! G'night Daddy! I love you, too!" She followed with two noisy, sloppy telephone kisses. Carol answered for both of us.
"Night-night, Munchkin! We love you, too."
I took up where I left off.
"Carol Anne's flight is at two, so we have to leave here no later than noon to make it. She's already got her ticket, so we shouldn't be rushed. Once I drop her off and make sure her flight leaves, then I'll be home. I should be home in time for supper, but make it a little later than normal, just in case her flight is delayed. I won't come on home until I'm sure she and our son are safely on their way. Anything else?"
"Carol Anne Lloyd! You never told me when I'd hear from you again, if ever!"
Diane sounded worried.
"Diane Marie. Calm yourself, My Love. I'll call as soon as I get home. The flight's about three hours; by the time I get through baggage claim and get a cab home, it'll be closer to four or even five hours. And I have to take a little time to say hello to Ben, too. It could be, let's see, close to eight this time before I can call. Will everybody be there, or at the new house? I think David will be in the middle of his story when I call, so that could work out OK, too. I can't be there, but I'd like to be part of the telling, as long as one of us is there in person. Too bad you don't have a speaker phone like we used to have. Is eight too late? I think Rhiannon should hear this story, too, especially my part of it, depending on how much David tells before I call."
"Eight is fine, Dear Heart. We can let Rhiannon stay up a little later again. Now I must run and tuck Rhiannon in and check on Jenny. Mom and Dad, you can hang up when you've said your good bye's, 'Kay? 'Bye David! I love you! See you tomorrow some time! 'Byeee, Carol Anne, I love you!"
"'Byeeee, Diane Marie! I love you too! I'll talk to you tomorrow night."
"'Bye, Diane Marie! I'll see you tomorrow."
Diane handed her phone to Mom, who spoke quietly, lest Diane overhear until she was out of earshot.
"What are you going to tell her tomorrow, David?"
"Everything."
"Even about Riekie? You haven't changed your mind about that?"
"No, should I?"
"I don't know how she'll take it. She's still pretty fragile..."
Carol broke in. "Mom, wasn't it you and Dad who taught us to tell the truth and all the truth? Diane Marie deserves to know everything. I think she's a lot stronger than she might let on sometimes. 'Sides, you can't tell just part of this story. There would be so many holes she'd know something was being left out, and please don't forget those pictures."
"You're right, of course, Dear. I have them laid out all ready. David will tell me when he wants me to show them to her. Will you have Ben with you when you call?"
"Good. If he's well enough, yes -- it's his right, too Mom. He knows almost everything anyway, but hearing some of it from David's perspective and your part in it might help him understand some things better. I think he's not too sure about the connection to the Old Ways. I don't think I explained it very well."
"OK, Dear, we'll let David handle it, and you call as soon as you can. I guess we better finish up, now. I'll see you sometime tomorrow, David. Love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow night, then My Princess. Love you. And thank you for sharing your wonderful news with us. May the Goddess protect you and your new son. Good night, kids."
"G'night, Mom, see ya soon. Love you."
"G'night, Mom. Love you. I'll be talking to you."
We hung up and the aunts descended on us again, oohing an aahhing over us, happy for us and with us. Carol retrieved the blanket we'd brought with us, and presented it to Pie and Jo.
"This is the blanket we made our son on. Please keep it with our wedding sheet — they belong together."
Pie and Jo accepted the blanket and assured us they would look after it. They handled it almost reverentially. It was starting to get quite late, and they were tired, so they hugged us once again, and trundled off to bed, taking the blanket with them, and leaving us alone.
Carol said she wanted to call Ben and let him know what time her flight would be in. She'd called him Friday and told him she was staying over the extra day, but hadn't called the airline yet for her new flight times. She did that Saturday right after we got back from shopping.
Carol called Ben right away. I didn't listen into the conversation. Much as I liked Ben sight unseen from what Carol had told me, I wasn't quite ready to be part of their private lives yet, and I wasn't sure how Ben would react to me. As it turned out, Carol's call to Ben was short and to the point. She told him what time her flight was leaving, her expected arrival time in Calgary, and that she'd take a cab from the airport. She asked about his health, and frowned at his answer. He apparently asked how things went, and she said, "better than expected, I'll tell you when I see you." She was upbeat with him on the phone, but after she hung up, I could see she was upset and worried. I didn't push it, though. She'd tell me in her own time if she thought I needed to know. Something she said in our earlier conversation with my family did strike me, though, and I mentioned it.
"Carol Anne! You're a genius, you know that?"
"Huh? How so?"
"You said it was too bad we didn't have a speaker phone. They may have been a rare luxury in 1965, but they're cheap and common now. I should have thought of it myself. Somewhere between here and home, tomorrow, I should be able to find a Canadian Tire or Radio Shack or some electronics place, even Sears or K-mart where I can get one. They're easy to hook up. I might even get two."
"Well, aren't we the smart ones, now?"
Carol giggled, but I could tell she was still worried about something Ben had said or hadn't said. I let it go, though for the time being, and just asked her to remind me to call Roy first thing in the morning. I wanted him working on my information as soon as possible. The sooner his investigation was complete, the sooner I could see a lawyer myself. And I wanted Tante Jo to go after Scott, too. I wasn't sure if his actions while in Holland could result in charges here, but the Canadian military might be interested. I'd pass that info to Roy, too, less the names for now.
Carol yawned hugely and looked upstairs theatrically. I took the hint, and taking her hand, headed up the stairs. I was back down in twenty seconds, leaving a hysterically laughing Carol on the steps while I turned out the lights. The aunts had mentioned we left them on the night before. I didn't want them pissed at me for wasting energy and money. They said this was our home while we were here, but that didn't mean we could abuse it either. They were Dutch, after all, and the Dutch are well known for their thrift and frugality.
The lights out, Carol and I climbed the stairs hand-in-hand to our room. It was quite chilly with both windows wide open, so I closed one completely, and left the other open just enough to get some fresh air. The weather was finally turning after a late summer heat wave, and the breeze blowing in through the windows was chilly. I didn't think overdosing on pheromones was going to be an issue again, anyway. If Carol was right, she would be returning to normal soon anyway. Now pregnant, she didn't need to release as much. If and when we made love tonight, her cervix was closed, that would be the final proof for me.
We undressed each other and clinched in a torrid French kiss as we tumbled onto the bed. It was cold enough in our room, though, we soon crawled under the covers, snuggling under the thick comforter the aunts called an 'extra blanket.' All nice and cozy under the warm comforter, with Carol snuggled up I could sense a level of tension in her.
"Wanna talk about it, Honey?"
"Talk about what?"
"Whatever's been eating you since you talked to Ben. You're not mad because I left you two to your privacy, are you?"
"I was a littler hurt, at first, but then I realized I wasn't being fair. I know your family, even Diane Marie, from writing her, but you've never spoken or written to Ben, so you have nothing to go on except what I tell you. And then, you would also probably feel awkward around the 'other man' in my life."
"Jeeezus, M'lady! You know me too well! So what's the problem, then, if not me? Or do you want to talk about it?"
"No, that's OK, David. It's no secret. I'm still trying to figure it out. When I asked Ben how he was feeling, he brushed me off. That's not like him, and I thought he'd be more excited to hear from me. I know we're more friends than anything, but he's my best friend after you (He knows that, by the way.), and he's always really glad when I call, even during the day to say hello. Tonight he sounded tired, and like he didn't care about anything. I was going to blurt it out about the baby, but his attitude didn't seem like he'd care.
"I hope he's alright, but I'm wondering if he's had more bad news from the doctor. He was supposed to see him again on Friday after I left. He didn't say anything Friday night when I called, but you know how things can work on you over a period of days. So I'm just a little worried, Darling, is all. He's looked forward to this so much, and knows he'll only have two years or so with him, but now I'm scared for him. Speaking of the baby..."
She rolled onto her back and cuddled up on my arm. Her voice was all soft and dreamy. "Did I tell you what Ben wants to do?"
"No..." Despite the softness of her voice, I was nervous at this thought. I'd just sired a son on my first love, and another man was going to raise him, for a while anyway. He might not be my son when I got him back.
"Ben wants to make sure his birth certificate lists you as his father, and that he has your last name." Wow! I liked Ben some more.
"Actually, <giggle> Ben was hoping for a girl. He already has those two wonderful boys, Jamie and Robbie. David, they're such nice boys! You'll like them. They were fifteen and sixteen when we got married, so they're not that much younger than me. I thought they'd resent me, but they were so happy for Ben, they accepted me right away, and actually minded me when I was in charge of them, not that they ever needed much discipline. They have manners and respect their elders — imagine! Me! An elder! They're both finished school now, or will be by the end of this year, Robbie is already finished, and working at a good job. Jamie, the younger one has a job waiting for when he graduates.
"But I'm wandering off my topic. Ben wants the baby not only to be registered to you he insists that he be raised knowing who his father is, and that someday you'll come back for him. Isn't that sweet? Ben wants you to be there with us when he's born, too, right there in the delivery room, so you can do that post natal bonding that seems to be all the rage now. Is it that important for fathers? I'm new at all this, remember." <giggle>
I was becoming rapidly more and more impressed with Ben. He sounded like my kind of person. He'd raised two sons that Carol obviously doted on, and now, while he would raise mine, he would make sure my son not only knew who his father was, but would try to make him proud to be my son in preparation for the day we would actually meet.
"Carol Anne, I'm sorry now I didn't accept your invitation to listen tonight. The more you tell me about Ben, the more I like him. I hope he hasn't heard more bad news. He sounds like too good a man to lose. On the father bonding issue, Ben's right. When Rhiannon was born, that hospital didn't allow fathers in the delivery room; they were still a little old-fashioned, I guess. But when Jen was born, I was right there, and when she opened her eyes, the angle I was at, I was the first person she saw. Her eyes looked into mine like you do, and I was instantly smitten. I fell madly in love with a six pound seven ounce bundle of joy, and we still share a special bond. Jenny will crawl into my lap and just look into my eyes, and even at just eighteen months, we can communicate without words."
"That is so-o-o sweet! I had no idea! Ben said if you couldn't afford the plane fare to come out, he'd pay it for you, and Diane Marie, too. He wants you both there, and so do I, especially now that she and I are falling for each other like a — how did you used to say it? — a ton of bricks. <giggle>
"I'm still worried about Ben, but I guess there's nothing I can do until I get back home. I'll just have to wait and see."
Carol turned to face me again, and kissed me lightly on the lips, a mischievous smile on her face. She rubbed her furry little pussy creature on my leg suggestively as she kissed me again, this time a little more urgently. Her hand trailed down over my belly to my penis, and stroked me gently.
"Say, didn't you promise Mrs. Pussy some dessert? She's getting very hungry, and wants to know what Rascal was able to come up with."
Her furry rubbing on my leg, her sweet kisses and her hand on my penis all had the desired affect, and her friend, Rascal rose to the occasion.
"Well, I don't know what Rascal came up with, but it seems I've come up with something."
"Well SOMETHING came up in my hand. What do you suppose I should do with it?"
"Anything you want, just don't break it. We've already had one scare today, and the potential for two very pissed-off females."
Carol giggled hysterically at that.
"Oh, I won't break it, but I might bend it a little."
While she giggled at her own joke and continued to stroke and fondle my penis, I scooted down a little, and took a succulent pink nipple in my mouth. I sucked and teased it with my tongue. Her hand came to the back of my head as I sucked and teased, holding me to her breast. I released it and moved to the other, doing the same. Carol moaned in pleasure.
"Ooooo! Mmmmm! That's niiiice! Ooooo! They're so sensitive! Not too hard! Ah! Yes!"
Carol's hand on my penis became demanding in its stroking. She had me worked to a raging tumescence. She pulled her tittie away from my mouth and lowered her mouth to me for a kiss. She started Frenching and that damn tongue-suck, bringing my boner even harder. She spread he legs completely open, and pulling me by the penis toward her, whispered. "Oh! Mrs. Pussy is so hungry! C'mon, Rascal, my Sweet Prince chef, show her what you cooked up for her dessert! Put him in me, NOW, David. Pleeeese? HURRY!"
Her urgency spurred me on. Maybe she wasn't pregnant yet, after all! I swung between her out stretched legs. As I did, she released my penis from her hot grip, wrapped her arms around my neck, and drew her knees up and out, opening herself to me completely. I lowered my hips and entered her in one smooth stroke. As I bottomed, I felt her cervix open again and welcome me in. I plumbed her to what seemed like even newer depths. I felt her cervix pulsing around the knob of my cock, and she groaned in pleasure as I bit bottom, my pubic bone mashing her clit. She was so tight and hot and moist! My own pleasure was indescribable.
"Ooooooo! Mmmmmm! David! OOooo! SO good! So full! So deeeep! Leave him there for a minute! Let me feeeel him inside me! That's so-o-o-o goo-oo-ood!"
I left my penis buried deep in her uterus while we kissed so tenderly and sweetly. I felt my heart would burst with the love I felt for his woman. As she released me from our kiss, I looked deep into her eyes (I couldn't get enough of her eyes. After twenty years of missing them I wanted it all, NOW.). I whispered. "Carol Anne Lloyd, you are my very soul. You own my heart. I love you."
She giggled, causing amazing sensations on my cock as her giggle sent ripples through her muscles and cervix. She nuzzled my whiskers, and whispered back. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
"No, just two, and with me, they own you, too."
Carol sighed in happiness and pulled me closer, her legs wrapping around my butt.
"Oooooo! To be so loved! Most people would die for just one, and I have three! Love me now, David. Let Sweet Prince fill Mrs. Pussy with his sweet dessert of Precious Stuff! We're pregnant, but we need the love in it. Feed her and love me. Oooooo! So good!"
I moved my hips, withdrawing almost completely, then plunged back in, feeling her open her deepest recesses to my invasion. I gave her three or four more long, slow thrusts, her hips coming up to meet me on each one. And each time she moaned and cooed her delight.
"Oooooooo! So goo-oo-ood! Don't stop! Doooo Meeee!"
Her cries were more urgent, her muscles clamped and rippled harder, faster. My hips moved faster and harder, the strokes shorter, more pounding. I thrust in and ground my pubis into her clit on each downward stroke. Carol bucked and ground her pubis back into me. We moved faster, rutting and fucking hard, like the animals we were. I caught the tail of the comet again, and took her with me for another ride among the stars. My hips pounded and thrust. Her hips matched mine in perfect sync, her inner muscles rippling and massaging my cock as it pumped and pounded into her sopping, sperm soaked womb. She begged for more.
"HARDER! DEEPER! OOOOOO! DAVID! DOOOOO MEEEE! LOOOOVVE MEEE!!"
Our hips pounding and thrashing together, we rode the comet together, to the edge of space and once again saw the diamond hard points of the stars against black night. More comets and meteors flashed around and past us as we rode the comet's tail. We pumped and heaved against and with each other, our passion building and building. The pleasure rose and rose, and as we thought it couldn't get any better, it rose a bit more. I felt my balls heave and lift, preparing their precious offering for delivery. My penis swelled even harder. Carol's hips pounded back into mine, her muscles clamping, grasping, massaging. I felt her nearing the top of the comet's trajectory, and I rode there with her. My balls tightened as her muscles clamped hard on my raging cock. Carol cried her pleasure.
"OGODOGODOGODOGOD! UH! UH! UH! DAVID! I SEE THE STARS! DAVID!"
My own grunts and groans of pleasure filled the room as we pounded and rutted together, trying to get just that little bit closer to eternity in the stars. The comet reached its highest point and exploded as it fell back to earth. My balls erupted with a volcanic explosion, blasting gob after gob after gob of thick, warm sperm deep into her womb through my pulsing jerking cock. Carol's hips locked and lifted as my cock plunged to her depths and held in one last powerful stroke, bathing our baby in warmth and love. Her muscles rippled and spasmed around and along my cock, sucking out every last drop of warm, life giving baby juice. Her arms pulled me tight as her legs locked around my butt and pulled me even deeper, her hips jerking with each spurt of my cock, filling her womb as I came and came. And she yelled her fulfillment to the world.
"YEEEEESSSS! OOOO YEEESSSS! I FEEEL IT! I FEEEEL IT! UH! UH! UH! DAAAAVVVIIIIDDD!! OOOO YEAH! OH! OH! DAAAAVVVIIIDDD! I FEEEEEL IT!"
I collapsed onto her, gasping for breath, my cock twitching and jerking in her depths, her muscles milking and stripping out the last morsel of my spend. The mouth of her cervix pulsed and rippled, like a baby sucking a nipple. I rolled to my side, carrying her with me as we slowly got our breathing under control. Carol smiled dreamily as we regained our senses, her hips pumping gently against me, careful not to dislodge my penis from her womb.
"Oh! He feels so good in there! He's so deep! Even now, he's so deep. I felt every squirt of his Precious Stuff! I think I came every time her squirted! He filled Mrs. Pussy to the brim and she swallowed it all! His wonderful dessert is so sweet!
"Oh, David! I love you so much! You gave me a baby, and you've given me so much more! You've given me you and the stars! You gave me love and hope and life! You gave me back my soul when I thought I'd lost it and now I give it to you!"
She nuzzled my face and I kissed her lips softly, tenderly. I pulled her close, and whispered. "Carol Anne Lloyd, I love you."
I dozed off, still planted firmly in her flooded womb,