Diane was already in bed when I entered our room. She'd found some of the votive candles I got for Paul and company, and lit our room with them. It looked very romantic, and I detected a vaguely familiar, exotic perfume. I rushed through my night time routine in the bathroom, and quickly joined her in our bed. As I slid under the covers, she snuggled her hot little body against me. Her nipples were two hot points burning me, and I felt wetness on my hip where she rubbed her furry little pussy against me.
I got a stronger whiff of her exotic perfume and was almost instantly harder than I could ever remember with her. I rolled to face her and she reached her lips for a kiss. I latched onto her mouth in a mind-blowing kiss that felt like it lasted several weeks. As the intensity of the kiss increased, Diane reached for my swollen and engorged member, and pulled me toward her sopping sex. She tore her lips from mine and cried urgently.
"David! Oh David! Something's happening to me! Put him in me Now! HURRY! HURRY! NOW! Pussy needs Rascal! HURRY!"
No preamble, no foreplay. She wanted it in her NOW. Eager to oblige, my cock raging with an intensity and need I'd rarely experienced, I swung between her wide spread thighs, took up position, and plunged, entering her delectable wet warmth in one smooth stroke. I slid deep into her seething sex, her cervix opened and I felt the knob enter this second snug opening straight into her uterus. It felt almost as if her cervix was actually sucking on my penis.
As I bottomed in her tight sheath, the tip sealed in the entrance to her womb, we heard a glass-breaking scream of absolute fulfillment from across the hall. Jo wasn't a virgin any more.
The total joy contained in that scream sent Diane and me into a rutting frenzy we'd never experienced. It was incredibly intense as we caught the tail of that comet I'd only been on a few times before, riding it to the edge of the stars. We rocketed up and up, our hips churning and thrusting in perfect rhythm. Diane's small pussy contracted and spasmed around my throbbing cock, milking and squeezing my length, her cervix sucking and massaging the tip.
We rode that comet higher and higher. I saw meteors and shooting stars, and the hard diamond pricks of distant stars against the black backdrop of interstellar night. My hips slammed into her small body with a force and frequency I'd rarely experienced. Little Diane's body rose to meet mine in perfect sync, her arms wrapped securely around my neck, her legs locked about my butt, holding us together as we rutted and fucked in mindless oblivion, lost among the stars.
We soared toward the apex of the comet's orbit, bodies humping and pumping furiously together in primordial lust. I felt my balls lift and pull tight to my body, preparing for their discharge, and my penis swelled even larger and harder within the seething confines of her hot, wet love tunnel. Diane's pussy tightened, her vaginal muscles massaged my swelling shaft as her cervical sphincter tightened around the tip.
We hit escape velocity and my balls erupted, exploding in that delicious pain of release through the length of my penis as it spewed and spit geyser after geyser of hot, thick, sperm deep into her uterus. I thrust once, deep into her and held while my balls emptied their precious load into her clasping womb. My head felt like it exploded with my eruption and I saw the silent blue-white explosion of a supernova.
As I erupted, Diane's body convulsed and shook, wracked by the spasms of her own massive orgasm. Her hips slammed into mine, her pussy muscles clamping around my cock as her cervix almost literally sucked the sperm from my body into her greedy womb. And she yelled her completion.
"YES!! OGOD! DAVID! YES! DAAAAVVIIDD!! YES! STAAARRS! OGOD, DAVID! STARS! YE-E-E-SSS!!"
Our hips continued to churn gently together as smaller spasms rocketed through her body, finally winding down as we held each other and caught our tortured breath. I rolled us to the side, my semi-erect member sealing my spend deep within her. My balls were coated with her juices, but not a drop of semen leaked back.
Diane covered my face with a million small love kisses, tears of joy running down her cheeks. She pulled me closer, her beautiful brown eyes dancing in the candlelight and exclaimed ecstatically, "Oh, David! I love you so much! That was the most fantastic moment! I saw stars! Real stars, hard and white on black! I saw a huge white explosion and felt something deep inside me jump!! David? I think I'm pregnant!"
She hugged me tighter and held me deep inside, my penis sealing everything deep within. I held her close and nuzzled her sweet neck. I thought she was pregnant, too. Only twice before had I experienced this type of urgent need followed by the intense blue-white explosion in my mind, and Carol Anne was carrying the twins both of those had produced.
Cuddled close, my penis firmly clamped in her womb, her cervix sucking contentedly on the knob, I swore I could hear a gentle purring... We drifted into sleep to the accompaniment of a second glass shattering scream from across the hall. I think Pie's demon had been exorcised.
Sometime in the middle watches, I was startled out of a contented sleep by a sound. In the silence of deep night and a sleeping house, I heard an anxious voice.
"HURRY! NOW! HURRY!"
Then a deeply satisfied and loud groan. "MMMMMMMMMM!"
That groan was followed by the sound of a furiously worked bed. A few minutes later I heard a loud yell of happiness from the other room. I recognized Jo's voice even in her passion as she hollered Paul's name, with some unintelligible words in Dutch, and then I heard the word 'STARS!' Diane murmured contentedly in her sleep as her hips snuggled tighter to mine, keeping my still semi hard penis securely sealed within her clasping tunnel. As the noise from across the hall subsided, I drifted back to dreamless sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Diane's love.
It must have stopped snowing sometime overnight because I woke to bright daylight, the early morning sun dazzling as it streamed in our window, and to two sparkling moist brown eyes watching me with love. My morning woody was buried deep within a sweet warm, wet pussy. I smiled at her tender smile as she moved her hips suggestively and I kissed her sweetly. I looked closely and she started to giggle at my inspection. Her skin was radiant, almost glowing! This girl was pregnant! I knew the signs, now!
Diane blushed slightly at my intense gaze. "Why are you staring at me, David?"
"Just drinking in the warm glow of a happy pregnant lady." I replied, basking in her glow of completion.
Diane moved her hips again and hummed, "Mmmmm! That's so sweet! I feel like I'm glowing! I feel wonderful, and I love it when I wake up with Rascal all nice and hard inside Pussy! He filled her all up and she didn't spill any! She's VERY happy! Pussy just loves being a mommy, you know, but all that work getting that way makes her hungry, too. Does Rascal have any breakfast for her?"
I got right into the anthropomorphism too, declaring, "Yup! He's been slaving in his kitchen all night with his two nutty friends, making her breakfast for her. I just hope she isn't still so full from her last meal that she can't eat all her breakfast this morning."
Diane giggled, her muscles doing astounding things to her friend. "Feed Pussy her breakfast now, David. Is Rascal ready?"
My penis, loving its warm, wet home, throbbed its readiness. "More than ready."
I rolled her to her back, raised my hips, withdrawing to make the first plunge and called out. "Breakfast is served, Pussy! Come and get it!"
I thrust into her as she lunged upward to meet me. We didn't last long as we rutted and fucked, our hips plunging and slamming together in that age-old rhythm of baby-making. Too soon I felt the eruption upon me as her muscles contracted and sucked, her cervix sucking on the tip. My balls heaved and spat and my cock swelled and squirted load after load of baby juice deep inside her welcoming uterus. It felt like I came at least a quart as her body convulsed and quaked beneath me in her own orgasm. And once again she yelled her fulfillment to the world.
"YES! YES! DAAAAVVVIIDD! YE-E-E-EESS!"
Catching our breath, we lay cuddling for a few minutes basking in post coital bliss, nibbling kisses at each other. Suddenly our reverie was shattered by an ear-splitting scream from the girls' room I vaguely recognized as Pie. Diane giggled, threw her head back and answered that scream with a howl of pure joy and joie-de-vivre. My ears rang from the sheer volume of her howl.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!"
We held each other close, laughing ourselves silly. It was good to be alive this day! My bladder finally demanded attention and I withdrew from Diane's clasping pussy with a wet sucking sound. Before she let me out of bed, Diane bent to my cock and licked it clean of all our juices clinging to it, then spun around and opened her thighs obscenely, showing me her treasure. As recently as four months ago, she would never have been so brazen.
"How does she look? Did she spill any of her breakfast?" Diane asked with the innocence of just wanting to know.
Diane's pussy was flushed and swollen, but her tiny love hole was puckered shut, and there was no evidence of leaking sperm. Pussy had retained all of her breakfast and her meal from last night. Her sweet curls were matted and her thighs glistened with her own juices only. Diane's entire body was suffused with that warm, happy glow.
I felt the innocence of her question and declared, "That is one well-fucked pussy, I think. She looks full to the brim, but she kept it all in. She's still a mess, though, from her own juice. She needs a bath, I think, and Rascal has to pee. Come with me, Muffin."
I slid out of bed and took her hand to help her up. I slid my arm around her waist and we headed for our private bath. Diane steered as I stepped to the stool, and again watched in mild disappointment as my morning erection followed the urine down the drain. As I got the shower going, she sat on the stool and released her own night water, all inhibitions gone. She was more than ready to meet the rest of My Girls (My Girls!).
We had a leisurely shower and enjoyed just caressing each other with soapy hands. Mildly erotic, but oh so soothing! I stepped out of the shower first then as she stepped out I enfolded her in a huge, soft, fluffy towel and toweled her off with love and tenderness, leaving her cooing in pleasure. She glowed like Carol. I'd finally managed to complete my fantasy with her — toweling her after her bath while she was pregnant. Two down, one to go!
Feeling all warm and fuzzy, we finished our morning toilette of brushing teeth and tidying hair with a happy shoving match. We had two sinks, but for some reason the one I used seemed better to her, and while I was trying to use it, no less... ready for another day, we returned to our room and dressed, Diane once again dispensing with underwear and going commando. Her short wool skirt showed her hips and legs to their best advantage, and although fully sated, I felt a stirring in my loins.
Before leaving our room, I looked out the window (That's our morning weather gauge on how to dress for the day.). The sun was shining in a clear cobalt blue cloudless sky. The snow was piled deep around the house and sparkled in the sun. It looked cold and pristine, a winter wonderland. I drew Diane's attention to the beauty of it and we snuggled a little just watching for a few minutes.
Just as we emerged from our room we heard her father's voice call out. They had probably heard us up and in the shower, then waited until they heard our door opening. "Muffin!... Muffin! Could you come in hear please?"
Diane was nervous of entering their room. She whispered to me. "David, what do I do?" Then she called back. "Just a minute, Daddy!"
I drew on my experience with Carol when Riekie was our witness as I whispered back, "Knock first. When they say to come in, move to the foot of the bed, but not too close. Your dad will probably cover himself, but maybe not, so be prepared. This is mainly for the girls. If they're as bold as you were a few minutes ago, one or both will show you their pussies. They may say something or not, because the whole point is for you to see they've been fucked, no more no less. Then you say. 'I am now your Witness. If asked I will say you have Consummated your Marriage Bed.' Then tell them it's time for their bath (they can use ours) and make sure you show them their towels.
"They may give you Jo's towel. Take it graciously and maybe even repeat your witness statement. I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised by the appearance of those ladies. Now go on, I'll get the kids up and get their breakfast for them. When you come down, we'll make a gourmet breakfast for them. Oh, and tell them they can wear just their robes to breakfast." I kissed her and patted her on her sweet bum. "Now go to them."
I headed to Rhiannon's room to see if she was awake yet as Diane knocked on the door to the guest room. I heard a faint, "Come in."
Diane turned and looked at me, squared her shoulders and opened the door. I heard voices, but didn't stop to listen as she disappeared into their room. I'd get the report later.
I stuck my head in Rhiannon's door. She was just starting to get up. I gave her a good morning hug and kiss then went to check on Jen. She was awake already, playing quietly until an adult came for her. At twenty three months, she was almost toilet trained, but still wet herself some nights, so we always put a heavy diaper on her for night. Her bed was dry, and so was her night nappy. I praised her for making it through the night and gave her a big hug and a sloppy kiss. I took her to the bathroom and made sure she went potty, helped her brush her teeth, washed her up, and took her back to her room to dress her. I heard Diane come out of the newlyweds' room while I was in the bathroom with Jenny. She went directly downstairs.
Rhiannon went in the bathroom as we left. Almost seven now, she could dress herself and took great pride in doing all her morning toilette by herself. We still had to help her brush out her long hair, but she tried to do it herself before handing the brush to the nearest adult to work out the tats. With Jen dressed, I carried her downstairs. She could have gone down herself, but riding on Daddy's shoulders is always more fun. Rhiannon came running down a short time later.
Mom and Dad were already up, and had the coffee on. Diane had made it down ahead of the kids and me, and was already busy getting a big breakfast ready for the adults and seemed quiet. Mom took over looking after the kids and made me sit down for a coffee. Dad looked tired, but was grinning from ear to ear. Mom had that healthy glow of a 'well-fucked woman'.
Dad greeted me with, "I'll tell you one thing, David, it's a lot easier trying to keep up with someone my own age, but Paul's still a hell of a man, I think. Those girls screamed or hollered four times. I only heard you kids twice. What's up, slowing down?" We laughed together, remembering a New Year's Eve a long time ago.
"Maybe we are, but take a close look at Muffin and see if she ain't a happy woman. She got summoned to witness duty this morning, so I think she's probably got a few things to digest. Are you Ok, Honey?" I replied to Dad and wanted to know why Diane was quiet.
Diane turned to face us with a cockeyed grin. I clued in right away — she'd been quiet and kept busy until I came down so the parents wouldn't get a good look at her. When she turned to face us with that silly grin, the glow was obvious.
Mom saw it right away, and gave Dad a poke in the ribs. "They're not slowing down a bit, Donald. I think David managed to put a bun in her oven first try last night. I should have known when you, yelled, Muffin instead of screaming like you usually do, and then you howled this morning like Carol Anne does when she's exhilarated. You are certainly related — it has to be a family trait."
Diane was a little taken aback, but recovered gaily. "Mom, you're no fun! I wanted to make the big announcement. Oh well, I guess my face was the announcement. I'll at least be able to tell Carol Anne tonight. She can't see my face, and maybe Daddy and his ladies won't notice until I tell them, although Pie and Jo know what to look for after seeing Carol Anne."
"Well, you look simply wonderful Dear, and congratulations. Are you two happy with this? After all, you have twins on the way with Carol Anne, and we're expecting Riekie's children soon too. This house is going to be overrun with kids! I, for one, LOVE IT, but then I don't have to live here..." Mom giggled in her happiness at our news, but was concerned, given the number of new babies and children landing on us all at once.
Diane scolded Mom for even suggesting we weren't happy with this pregnancy. "Mother! Of course we're happy with this baby! I've been off the Pill for over a month just so we could try. Don't I look happy? We all love kids, and if you think you're going to get out of some babysitting just because you live across the road... Why that's just about as handy as can be, isn't it? And we're still not sure how soon Carol Anne or Riekie will be joining us"
I heard movement upstairs and giggling and squealing. You'd have thought we had a houseful of teenagers instead of some sixty-something not-quite-anymore-spinsters. <Grin> Then we heard the water running for the bath.
We had other things to discuss and the noise from upstairs meant we could do it without being overheard. The kids were finished their breakfast, so I shooed them in to watch some cartoons while we talked. I don't like the kids to watch a lot of TV, but a few cartoons on a snowy Saturday morning doesn't hurt. Rhiannon would channel surf until she found some Looney Tunes anyway. She shared my love of the old Warner Bros. stuff. I started by asking, "Diane Marie, how did your Witness duty go this morning?"
Diane got serious and stood up straight as she took on her formal duty and reported directly to Mom. Shit! I thought I asked a simple question. She produced a stained, still damp towel and showed it to us. "Venerable Mother, I am their Witness, and I say to you now, that their marriage was fully, <giggle> repeatedly, extremely enthusiastically, and noisily consummated. What I didn't see, I heard. This towel is the proof of their consummation."
Mom received her report with a huge smile. I was curious, though. "And... ?"
Diane stuck her tongue out at me, and gave me one of those looks women reserve for 'man-the-pig', "David! You men are all alike, wanting the gruesome details! I'll tell you one thing — if I look half as good at that age as those ladies do, I'll be very happy indeed."
I grinned in remembrance of those lovely bodies. "I know what you mean, I've seen them myself."
Everyone looked at me in shock, and Diane started to sputter. "William David Lloyd! <Uh-oh!> Whaddaya mean you've seen them?"
"They gave me a bath when I was there with Carol Anne, very non-sexual, but they were nude, and they looked great."
Mom came to my rescue. "Ah! Did they give Carol Anne a bath, too?"
Relieved that Mom would come in, I replied, "Yes, before mine, and they were nude for that too, she said. What's the big deal? That was the night I told Jo she was still a virgin despite the physical loss of her hymen to rape."
Mom sounded impressed. "Those ladies did you a great honour by bathing you, David., and it sounds like you repaid them well. Muffin, David did nothing wrong. You'll learn about that type of service as you progress. Those girls are better trained then they let on. Oma must have been a High Priestess herself. Hmmm."
Just then, the windows rattled to another yell of completion, this time from directly overhead in our bathroom. Mom looked stunned, then grinned. "We may just have another little one on the way. That was Jo, wasn't it?"
Despite my remembrance of the lovely bodies of these older women, I was shocked at Mom's suggestion. "Yes! But... but... she's sixty, or almost, Mom! How'll we know?"
Diane giggled and laughed. "That may be, David, but her body isn't sixty from what I saw this morning! Nor is Pie's! There's lots of women my own age who'd die to look like them And I'm telling tales out of school now -- when they showed me the proof, of consummation, Pie was leaking like anything, but Jo was closed up tight and looked full, just like you described me this morning David! And you were right, they were as proud as punch to show me the 'evidence'. Who'd have thought that of those two uptight ladies who arrived here yesterday?"
Mom spoke up again. "I'll know, just like I did for Muffin here, and you will, too. They'll both look like 'well-fucked' women, but I bet Jo's glow will be deeper. But let's not say anything at first, and see if she can restrain herself from blurting it out, that is if she knows. I think she does. All the Koorstis women seem to know when it happens. Carol Anne said she saw a white light. How did you know, Muffin?"
"A big white flash, something inside me jumped and a feeling of... of... completion."
"Mom?"
"Yes, David.'
"When it happens, I see it too. To me, each time I've made a baby with one of My Girls, that particular lovemaking has seemed like a wild comet ride, and each time a baby has been conceived, I saw a blue-white supernova. I saw it for both of the twins, and I saw it for Muffin's new baby last night. And we both saw the stars of deep space." Telling of my own experience reminded me. "That reminds me. I woke up in the middle of the night, and heard Jo holler 'Stars!'. I was too sleepy to realize the significance."
"My! My! David! You really are connected to Your Girls. That's wonderful! Muffin, that's a stronger statement of love than any words could ever describe. I must make sure I tell Carol Anne and Riekie. If they ever doubted David's love, that should fix them. I've heard of it only a few times. It's almost the stuff of fairy tales."
Well, it got me a great big hug and kiss from my sweet little wife! That finished our discussion of the newly weds on a high note. Dad and I grabbed our coffees and went to watch Bugs Bunny with the kids while Diane and Mom finished cooking breakfast. Soon the house was filled with the aroma of toast and bacon, one of my all-time favourite food smells. Before long, we heard the sounds of those kids running from the bathroom to their own, and soon we heard the happy threesome coming down the stairs. Dad and I made sure we were at the table to watch as they trooped in. Hey! I can be as nosey as the next guy, OK?
Paul and the aunts entered the room wearing their terry robes. They looked a little sheepish at first, but warm smiles from the rest of us soon put them at ease. The girls looked radiant, positively glowing. I swore they looked almost twenty years younger. Even their faces looked rounder, fuller, with a happy twinkle in their brown eyes, so much like Diane's. They wore their hair loose, and it cascaded in waves to their shoulders with just a touch of grey actually highlighting the colour.
The ladies wore their robes with some décolletage, showing just a hint of nicely rounded breasts, and as they sat, the front of the robes opened, revealing some rather shapely thigh. I was amazed at my own reaction to theses creatures. They were simply beautiful, radiating health, vitality and a certain sensuality. They both glowed with that 'well-fucked' look I talk about so much. Like Mom said all those years ago, there isn't anything much more beautiful, unless that well-fucked lady got pregnant from it, making her glow even more, just as Diane and Carol did now. Trying not to be too obvious, I examined Jo more closely than Pie, and sure enough, she had that deeper, more fulfilled glow. I saw both Mom and Diane raise their eyebrows a little.
Both Mom and Diane moved quickly to the aunts and gave them big hugs and warm, sensual kisses as 'Good morning!' was exchanged all around.
The kids heard everyone talking in the kitchen and ran out screaming "Grampa! Oma! Oma!" and descended upon Paul, Pie and Jo like little dervishes.
With everyone in place, Mom and Diane made sure everyone had a coffee or tea, and took breakfast orders for eggs. Soon we all had a plate full of bacon and eggs done the way we liked, and everyone filled their faces. Everybody seemed hungry this morning for some reason... Even the kids joined us for toast and peanut butter, although they'd already had their breakfast, each one held in the lap of one of the aunts.
The breakfast table conversation was lively and fun. Pie and Jo were the liveliest I'd ever seen them, giggling like school girls at Dad's silly, often risqué jokes. Paul had a wicked sense of humour, too, and told some hilarious jokes. I knew where poor Kit had gotten her joke telling abilities from.
Over coffee, Diane cleared her throat, and reached for my hand. Instead, I got up and went round to her and stood behind her chair, my arms wrapped around her shoulders. She gripped my forearms tenderly and laid her pretty head back into my chest as she addressed the room.
"David and I have an announcement — we're pregnant."
Mom and Dad knew, of course, but acted sufficiently surprised and pleased. Paul and his wives were delighted. Rhiannon piped up. "Another new baby? But I didn't See this one!"
Mom told her, "Your Sight doesn't show you everything, Little One, otherwise there would be no mystery or wonder in the world at all."
Jo cleared her throat, looked at her partners for support, and they nodded. She looked down shyly and said. "We think we are, too."
Mom, grinning, said. "Which one?"
To which, Jo replied in almost a little-girl voice, "Me, I think."
Mom wouldn't let her off that easily, though. "And just what makes you think you are, Joanna Koorstis?"
"I-I just sort of know? You know?"
"How do you know?"
"I saw this bright white light when it happened, and I just knew, and it felt wonderful, and I know I made an awfully loud noise."
We all laughed, and Dad joked, "You three made so much noise last night, how do you tell the difference?"
Jo explained, "Pie and I usually scream or wail when we get there, but that time, I felt joy and... and... completion, I just had to shout it out to the world! Muffin, did you shout and yell earlier?? And is that when you knew?"
Diane went to Jo and hugged her. "Yes, Momma Jo, that's when I knew, and now you're really gonna be a Momma! Isn't it wonderful?"
Jo wasn't sure if being pregnant at her age was a good thing or not. "But I'm too old! Women my age aren't supposed to get pregnant!"
Mom became the mid-wife-nurse and health care professional that came with her training, as she asked Jo several questions. "How old are you, Joanna?"
"I just turned sixty."
"Are your periods still regular?"
"My periods are still as regular as clockwork. My doctor is constantly amazed. She says my body is younger than hers, and she's only in her early forties."
"What is the general state of your health?"
"Excellent. As I told you, my doctor says my body is much younger than my age would suggest."
"Do you want a baby?"
"More than anything -- but a woman my age? A new mother? What would people think?"
"Piete and Paul, what do you think? Do you want a baby?"
Pie spoke first. "Yes, I want a baby. I sort of wish it was me, but... At least this time she'll know her real parents."
Paul picked up. "I've already had two children. One of them sits in this room with us, and apparently is happy for us. I see her own joy at her new pregnancy. I see the joy she has in her other two children and I remember my own joy when my children were still with me and the joy of reunion. Yes! I want this baby! I may not live to see her much past college, but she will know her father and will be one of the most loved children ever."
Mom stood up and raised her arms over the three of them. "I give you the Goddess' blessing for your child.
"Now, Jo, it's not unheard of for women your age and even older to get pregnant." she looked at Pie. "The oldest on medical record is sixty three, but there are many stories, especially from Eastern Europe of women much older.
"If I was a stranger to walk in here today, not knowing either of you, and asked to guess your age, I'd have to guess early to mid forties, no older. You ladies are amazing. You're in excellent health, and even your own doctor says your body is younger than your actual age. I don't see a problem. We'll watch you closely of course, as we would any mature woman, and because it's your first, but you should do well. There's also the small chance of problems caused by the brother-sister issue, but the risks are less than one percent. Kit was healthy and normal wasn't she? When Riekie comes home, you'll have the best of modern medicine plus the best of the Old Ways to help you. While I'm on the subject — Piete, are your periods still regular?"
"Yes, so far. I have the same doctor as Joanna, and she says the same thing of me. I'm not certain, though if I want to have a baby again. I'd be too afraid of losing her the way I lost Kit, but if I did get with child, she would be very loved."
Mom was having a field day. She looked at Jo and said. "Jo, I'm almost positive you're pregnant. Congratulations, Momma."
Diane changed the subject. "Pie? Jo? What should I call you now? Mom, here, is my only true Mother, now, but because you're married to Daddy, I don't feel right calling you Tante Pie and Tante Jo, even though that's our true relationship, and I don't feel comfortable calling you just Pie and Jo."
Pie answered for both. "You called Jo 'Momma Jo' a few minutes ago, and given her condition <giggle> that fits, so call us Momma Pie and Momma Jo if you like. It goes with the little girls calling us both Oma, a name I dreamed of being called once, but had that taken from me. We like it, so use it, right, Momma Jo?" Pie laughed happily and Jo just nodded with a smile.
Pie's references to Kit just goes to show that some pain never goes away. Being predeceased by a child is one of the worst.
We wrapped up breakfast and the newlyweds went back up to get dressed. Dad and I assayed the snow situation and got dressed to start clearing it away from the front of the house. We started with the front porch and started shoveling toward the vehicles. When he was dressed, Paul came out and helped. We soon had all the walks, the Yule fire pit, and around the vehicles cleared. Just as we finished, the plough came up the lane and we were once again able to get out to town if we needed. I call it our lane, but it is really a municipal road. Until my parents built the new house, we were the only ones on it, and we came to look upon it as almost a private laneway even though the municipality maintains it.
After the plough came up, we had to dig the vehicles out where the plough had dumped its bank, but that was short work with the three of us. With our vehicles clear, we threw our shovels in the back of my truck, and the three of us drove down to the neighbours' to retrieve Paul's car. That neighbour had a small snow blower, and already had his driveway clear when we got there. All we had to do was brush the snow off Paul's car, and he was ready to roll. When Paul offered to pay the man, he politely refused saying, "What are neighbours for? We help each other out."
When we got back, the three of us shoveled out my parents' driveway and walkways so they could go home. Clyde, the puppy, was awfully glad to see Dad. Dad said it was the last time he'd leave the dog on his own, and he was as good as his word. After that, where ever Dad went Clyde followed, just as his namesake had done all those years before.
Once we got Paul's car safely home, the rest of the day was spent just lazing about. After lunch, I took the kids out on the hill for some tobogganing, and the next thing I knew, everyone was out with us having fun in the snow. The aunts played in the snow like kids, making snow angels and chased each other and Paul around playing tag. At one point they ended up in a happy loving heap, and two kids jumped in with them. Diane, being the biggest kid of all was in the thick of it with them. By the time the sun started to go down, we were all getting tired, cold and hungry, but happy.
Mom and Dad went home long enough to change into fresh clothes then returned for supper, and sure enough, Clyde followed along at Dad's heel. The aunts and Mom helped Diane get a quick supper on, and we had another enjoyable time of good food and good fellowship. It would soon be time to call Carol and Ben. Dad, Paul and I went down to my shop to putter around and visit.
The women folk, including the kids, made Christmas crafts and put up more decorations. The house looked festive when we men folk came back up in time to call Calgary. The only thing missing was the tree. Because we use a real tree, we don't put it up until the week before Christmas. I had one already picked out, and asked Paul if he'd go with me tomorrow to bring it home.
Eight o'clock rolled around fairly quickly. We all gathered in the big living room, I dialed the number and waited for Carol or Ben to pick up.