Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 79: Monaavi Takes Center Stage (MFfg, rom, cons, preg, no sex)

Over the rest of the week, Monaavi and I made tender and passionate love. We had anal sex only once more because she seemed to need more time to recover. Everyone noticed that she seemed to glow and although still shy, quiet and quick to blush, she now carried herself with an air of reserved confidence.

The Monday after our wedding, we started the rotation that we would now follow: Priya on Mondays and Thursdays, Leeya on Tuesdays and Saturdays, and Monaavi on Wednesdays and Sundays.

That Friday was our first family night together. As we sat on the bed naked talking, Monaavi now wanted to know our family’s intimate life and started asking questions. Priya and Leeya looked at each other, looked at me, back to each other and giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Monaavi asked.

Leeya replied, “You’re gonna find out soon enough but sometimes me and Priya make love.”

“Oh!” Monaavi gasped, “You mean you… and her?”

Leeya nodded silently with a smile. Monaavi looked at Priya and she too nodded silently smiling.

“Uh… how?” Monaavi inquired.

“We pleasure each other by touching,” Priya began, “and we rub ourselves against each other or do it orally.”

Monaavi sat silent pondering this new revelation and Leeya asked, “Well?”

“I’m not sure,” Monaavi answered honestly. “And you both enjoy it? I mean you give each other gasms?”

“Uh huh.” Leeya replied.

“Well!” Monaavi answered, “I never expected that. Let me ask all of you a question. Am I supposed to participate too?”

“Only if you want to,” Priya answered. “We don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do, do we Leeya?”

“Never,” Leeya affirmed.

Looking at me, Monaavi asked, “And you, Sean, do you approve?”

“Yes,” I replied, “but they only do it occasionally. Sometimes we kind of have a small group sex thing where we make love to each other together.”

“Oh!” Monaavi gasped. “All of this is a little surprising to me. But now that I think about it, I guess it only seems natural that you’d be sharing intimacy together. It just never occurred to me before. Can I tell everyone how I feel?”

“Please do.” I said.

“Yes,” Priya said.

“We want to know your feelings, Sister,” Leeya put in.

“Well…” Monaavi drew out.

With a sigh Monaavi began, “I feel very deeply about expressing myself intimately and although I might be agreeable to kissing my sisters on the lips my secret parts are for my husband only. I just couldn’t let anyone else touch me with their hands, body or their mouth. I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel. I wouldn’t interfere with whatever you and Leeya do, Priya, but I just couldn’t join in. I don’t think that I could make love to another woman either with my hands or my mouth. Making love to Sean while the two of you make love beside us might be awkward for me at first, but I’m not compromising my beliefs by having my sister wives present. After all, we do share the same husband and will each bear his children. I’m certain I won’t change my mind, but if I do I’ll tell you. Please don’t put me in a situation where you want me to do something I don’t really want to do okay?”

“We’d never do that,” Priya assured, “would we, Leeya?”

“Monaavi,” Leeya answered, “you know how much I love you and I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“Are there any other surprises?” Monaavi asked.

We looked down and Priya said, “Well, there is one other thing…”

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Monaavi replied.

With a sigh, Priya aid quietly, “We play pee games too.”

“WHAT?” Monaavi asked astonished, “Did I hear you right, you play… pee games?”

Leeya and Priya silently nodded. Monaavi looked at me shocked and turning back to Priya asked, “What kind of pee games?”

“Sometimes,” Priya answered, “Sean masturbates us while we pee to orgasm. Sometimes we pee on him and him on us. Sometimes he pees inside of us and once in a while…”

“Once in awhile what?” Monaavi urgently asked, wanting her to continue.

“Once in a while we drink each other.”

“GASP!” Monaavi exclaimed with her hands over her mouth in disbelief, “Oh - my - God!”

Monaavi got a really painful, sad look on her face and shaking her head said, “This cannot be! This must stop! It’s a sin against God!”

All three of us felt ashamed and I admitted, “It’s all my fault. It started as harmless games and escalated from there. I should have stopped it but we enjoyed it, and no one was hurt by it, but that’s still no excuse…”

“Sisters!” Monaavi interrupted, “We are women! We are the givers of life. We have the ability to bring forth a life from our wombs, we’re not toilets! This is a sin in the sight of God and He will punish us for this thing! It must stop now!”

“But…but…” Priya stuttered.

“But what Priya?” Monaavi cut her off. “You are my marital mother, my teacher in the way to be a good Muslim wife and I will always honor and respect your position over me as well as you, Leeya, but I have a higher duty to obey God. Our bodies are temples of life given the privilege to bring forth a pure child. How can we soil ourselves and bring forth good fruit? I vowed before God and my devout father who brought me up in the ways of the Koran to be a diligent and devout wife. I have a responsibility to help make my family and home a sweet smelling sacrifice to our God! That He may be pleased with our sacrifice and bless us. We need His blessings! We need His blessing on Tina to make her whole again. We need His blessing to open Attiya’s mind to the world and we need His blessing to bring forth beautiful healthy children to worship Him.”

“But I need it!” Priya pleaded sobbingly.

“NO – YOU - DON’T!” Monaavi scathingly shot back with conviction, “I can understand that married couples have curiosities and play intimate games. I can understand watching someone pee, but to accept it into or onto our bodies is a sinful shame! This is not right! You have a demon, Priya just like Sean did and you, like he, must deal with it or it will consume you.”

Hugging Priya to her breast Monaavi stroked her tear-streaked cheek and softly said, “We can play, but becoming a toilet is a sin. Please promise me you won’t take unto yourself anything impure again — please!”

Priya fell to the bed with her face in the sheets and cried, “I’m so sorry, Monaavi I beg you, please don’t hate me!”

“Do you hate me too?” Leeya whimpered.

“No, Sisters,” Monaavi reassuringly soothed, “I could never hate any of you. I love you all with all my heart and we are bound by vows of life to each other. Priya, if I sinned against God, you would be remiss in your duties if you didn’t correct me. You do understand what I mean, don’t you (Priya nods against her chest)? We are not a living, breathing bathroom to be bathed in and drink that which is discarded from the body nor are we a receptacle for depositing another’s waste. I told Sean last week that if he ever used me as a receptacle for his lust and devoid of love, I’d divorce him. My body belongs to God first, then to Sean but in giving myself completely to him, God demands of him that he treasure me using me for his pleasure lovingly while he pleases me in return and to bear the fruit of his loins.”

Lifting Priya from her embrace Monaavi said to her and Leeya, “Let’s make a promise as a family never to do these things again. If you need help, Priya, I will pray fervently with you until my knees bleed to help you overcome this demon.”

“I’ll need your help, Sister,” Priya answered, “but I promise.’

“We’ll overcome this together, with Allah’s help,” Monaavi assured her.

“Leeya?” Monaavi asked.

“I promise, Monaavi,” Leeya replied.

“Sean?” Monaavi said turning to me, “Do I have your word not to soil my sisters ever again?”

“You have my promise,” I vowed ashamedly.

Leeya placed her head in Monaavi’s lap and cried, “Monaavi, I love you so much. I know that you’re under me in status, but sometimes I feel like you’re a mother to me. When I feel like that will you hold me like a mother?”

Monaavi started crying and kissed her cheek and said, “You have been my true and trusted friend. You’ve been my teacher and if I can bring as much comfort to you as you have to me by being a mother to you, I embrace it with honor and love.”

Stoking Leeya’s hair, Monaavi said imploringly, “We are sisters and our children will carry the same blood. We are married to each other as we are to our husband and I would gladly die for all of you. Let us nurture each other in love, not defile each other in lust. Let’s never talk of this again. We have so much love to give each other, let’s dwell on that love and not division or past sins. To forgive and repent means to forget so let this matter be forgotten forever — forever!”

“You mean,” Priya asked, “that you won’t look down upon us or treat us with disdain?”

“It is forgotten, Priya,” Monaavi answered. “Your guilt makes you feel that I will remember this, but we turn a new page in our family book. What’s past is in the past. I have done my duty as a defender of the faith and we will speak no more of this. There will be times when I will be weak and you will be in the same position of having to chastise me. We’re human, we’re weak and have frailties and we should listen to Mom when she said, “Let us open the door and step into the light and receive His holy blessings upon us.” Looking back with guilt is Satan’s tool to bind us.”

Priya looked at Monaavi pleadingly and asked, “May I kiss you, Sister?”

Monaavi blushed and silently nodded. Monaavi was sitting on her legs with her heels under her butt and her hands on her thighs. Priya tentatively leaned in, put her hands on Monaavi’s shoulders and gave Monaavi a peck on the lips pulled back about an inch then pressed her lips to Monaavi’s in a passionate kiss. Priya’s hand slowly slid down Monaavi’s shoulder to cup her left breast and Monaavi responded by gently pushing Priya’s hand away. They kissed for several minutes and Priya pulled away. Monaavi shyly brushed her lips with her fingertips and blushed, as did Priya.

Monaavi smiled and said softly, “That was different! I wish I could give you what your kiss asked for, but it’s not in me to give. You’re so beautiful Priya, like an ebony princess. I love you Sister, but I can’t love you that way.”

Priya blushed and replied, “I love you too, Monaavi, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen! You’re as soft as Tina and your beasts are amazing! I wish mine were as perfect is yours.”

Cupping her breasts and looking down at them she replied, “They’re far from perfect. They’re too small and my nipples are too long, they look funny.”

“They don’t look funny at all,” I assured her, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your breasts. Like Priya said, they’re perfect.”

“I just wish I had breasts period!” Leeya chimed in.

Brushing her flat chest, Leeya’s tiny pimpled nipples popped out and she added as she looked down, “Big breasts, small breasts, huge nipples, long nipples, puffy nipples, tiny nipples: I don’t care, I just want breasts! But that’s okay, Sean still loves me with no boobies (giggles), don’t cha?”

Everyone broke out in laughter. Leeya rubbed Monaavi’s shoulder and asked, “Can I have a kiss too?”

Monaavi touched her cheek and leaned down and pressed in. Leeya put her arms around Monaavi’s neck and kissed back.

“Gosh you sure kiss well!” Leeya sighed.

Monaavi blushed and replied, “Thank you and you’ve got the softest lips in the world. They were very hot also, no wonder Sean gets excited over you.”

Now it was Leeya’s turn to blush.

After some more conversation, we decided to get some sleep. Looking at the foursome, Monaavi suggested, “Priya, why don’t you cuddle with Sean and I’ll cuddle with Leeya. Sound good?”

Leeya threw her arms around Monaavi’s neck and squealed with delight. We settled into spoons with Priya snuggled against me and Leeya cuddled against Monaavi and we went to sleep as a family.

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Tina was making progress rapidly. She was becoming proficient with her spoon (I.E. putting more in her mouth than on her shirt), now drank from a cup and walked without difficulty. She understood just about everything you said to her in English or Tamil and she was speaking more and more. She seemed to know more words in Tamil than in English. She spoke to Priya, Monaavi and Leeya mostly in Tamil but with Mom and me in English. Monaavi also began to teach Tina Hindi.

A few days before Leeya’s birthday I told my wives that I was going to break Tina of the diaper. Tina usually slept with one of the girls whose night had just passed. Priya said to me, “Okay, but if she has an accident, then you’re going to clean the mess, got it?”

“My baby will make me proud.” I expounded confidently. “Wait and see.”

Dressing her for bed, I pulled out a new pack of panties and said to her, “Look, Baby, look what Daddy’s got: big girl panties!”

Tina jumped up and down clapping her hands. I asked her “Do you want to wear your new panties to bed? (She nods quickly yes). Well you know that if you wear big girl’s panties, you can’t go potty in your panties, don’t you?”

Tina nodded and said, “No pee pee, no poo poo.”

“Right!” I affirmed, “Now that you’re my big girl, you don’t need those yucky diaper thingies anymore, do you?”

Shaking her head no with her finger in her mouth she replied, “Uhht uuuh.”

Well, my baby wet the bed that night but she’s been dry for three days and two nights!

The day of Leeya’s birthday, Mom got an express mail package during breakfast. Everyone wanted to know what it was and as she opened the box and withdrew a small box, she held it up and explained, “Pregnancy test kits. I ordered six of them to see if our little school marm is expecting!”

Everyone chuckled as Monaavi and I blushed. I quipped to Monaavi, “They aren’t putting any pressure on us, are they?”

Rubbing her belly Monaavi said shyly, “I somehow think I’m already with child but verification certainly won’t hurt. Let’s try one.”

Mom replied, “They work best when you use it first thing in the morning when you get up and pee.”

Leeya loved to play video games and I didn’t really like the idea of her playing on the computer because of all the company files I had on it. So, for her birthday, we got her a Playstation and several games. She was ecstatic and we had to pry her and Attiya away from the darn thing to have cake and ice cream.

The next morning, I asked Monaavi if she used the kit yet and she said that she’d forgotten to get one from Mom last night. She did say she felt kind of queasy as we headed downstairs to eat. As we began to eat, Monaavi took a bite of pancake, slapped her hand to her mouth and bolted for the bathroom.

Mom smiled, rose and said, “Looks like our little teacher’s got a bad case of morning sickness. Congratulations ‘Daddy’, I’ll go tend to her.”

As Mom rounded the table on her way to the bathroom, she kissed me and said, “I’m so happy for you, Son!”

Priya looked at me silently with tears in her eyes and a soft smile. She whispered, “Allah has answered my prayers.”

Leeya began hugging and kissing everybody singing repeatedly, “We’re having a baby!”

Those long minutes waiting for their return, I was suddenly filled with a plethora of emotions: elation, pride and love for Monaavi, but at the same time fear and helplessness. It hit me like a ton of bricks that Monaavi and I had created life: a life that was now growing inside her and what a huge responsibility I had before me to care for her and our child. I looked at Tina and I knew that I loved her as much as the child I’d planted in Monaavi’s womb. I leaned over and kissed her lips and said softly, “You’re gonna have a brother or sister, Sweetie!”

Mom and Monaavi returned about ten minutes later with Mom’s arm around Monaavi’s waist and holding up the strip and exclaimed, “Monaavi’s gonna be a mother!”

Monaavi looked flushed from being sick but she had the gentlest smile on her face and her eyes just sparkled! I started to rise but she motioned me to stay, came to me and sat sideways on my lap. She put her arms around me and kissed me with such tenderness I started to cry. She broke the kiss softly and looking into my eyes whispered, “My love for you grows inside me. Thank you, Sean; you’ve made all my dreams come true! I’m married to my heart’s true love and now, you’ve given me a child. It’s all still like a fairy tale and to think, five months ago I was in despair and within a day of leaving all this behind!”

I kissed her gently on the lips and said with restrained joy, “We did it, Sweetheart! We’re having a baby!”

With tears running down her cheeks and a beaming smile, she nodded quickly with a childish giggle. I asked her as I flipped open my cell, “Don’t you think you should call your parents?”

Wiping her tears and a composing sniffle she took the phone and dialed the number. Hindi answered the phone and Monaavi asked her, “Momma, can you get Papa on the extension?”

“What’s wrong, Monaavi?” Hindi asked worried.

“Nothing, Momma,” Monaavi replied, “just get Papa.”

She waited until Ravi had picked up and said into the phone, “Princess, I’m here, what is it?”

Monaavi took a deep breath and blurted out gleefully, “Momma, Papa, I’m with child, you’re going to be grandparents!”

Monaavi yanked the phone away from her ear as both of her parents squealed out in joy. “Is it a boy or a girl?” I heard Ravi ask through the receiver. Monaavi broke out in a light giggle and answered, “Papa, we won’t know that for a while yet. I’m probably only about three weeks pregnant.”

They talked for a few minutes back and forth before disconnecting. Mom sat looking at Monaavi with a loving smile and shaking her head in disbelief. As soon as Monaavi got off the phone, Mom reached over, took the phone from her hand and said, “Do you kids mind if I call your father and tell him or do you want to do the honors?”

I smiled and took the phone from Mom and speed dialed Dad’s cell. He answered, “Michaels here.”

“Dad?” I replied, “I need you to contact our lawyer and get my will changed right away.”

“Why?” Dad asked quizzically, “Something wrong?”

“No, Dad,” I answered, “you’re going to have another grandchild: Monaavi’s pregnant!”

“Hot damn!” he exclaimed. “Hit the jackpot, didn’t you, Boy! Give that beautiful little school marm a kiss for me will you and tell her good work!”

“Gee, Dad,” I teased, “you act like I didn’t have a thing to do with it.”

“You can plant the seed, Boy,” he retorted, “but if it ain’t in fertile ground it doesn’t mean a thing!”

Looking at my pregnant wife with a loving smile I agreed saying, “You’re right about that, I think she was always destined to be a mother.”

“Whew!” he exhaled, “Dinner’s on grandpa tonight. I’ll invite Ravi and Hindi, okay?”

“Sounds good, Dad,” I replied, “I just hope Monaavi can eat. She’s got a bad case of morning sickness.”

After hanging up with Dad, I told everyone about dinner tonight. Needless to say, the rest of the day and evening was spent in happiness and praise for Monaavi. You’d have thought she’d become the goddess of fertility.

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Things were going fine for the next three months. Monaavi was seeing her doctor monthly and she had a nice round little pot of a stomach. In my excitement, I’d done a lot of research on the Internet and found out about cocoa butter and its use to prevent stretch marks. I enforced the rule with my wives that Monaavi’s stomach, waist, hips, butt and breasts be massaged three times a day with cocoa butter. After three months, her skin felt softer that the cocoa butter itself!

We waited impatiently for her sixteenth week to arrive, and her accompanying sonogram. On that day, people probably thought Monaavi was royalty with an entourage of family marching into the hospital. Accompanying her for her ultrasound was Mom and Dad, Priya and Leeya, Ravi, Hindi and I. The technician looked at all of us and said, “There’s no way all of you can fit in the room. Why don’t the gentlemen, except the baby’s father wait outside. All right?”

Dad and Ravi were kind of disappointed but acquiesced, stood in the waiting room and watched us move down the hall to the ultrasound room. The technician asked Monaavi if she’d drunk the required thirty-two ounces of water and she replied, “Yes and I’m about to burst!”

“Well, Mrs. Michaels let’s get started. I’m sure that you really want to go to the bathroom.”

“Yes please,” Monaavi replied.

Monaavi climbed onto the table, covered herself with the sheet, pulled her blouse up to her breasts and pulled her panties down to her mons. The technician squirted some gel on her bulging stomach and began. A few seconds after placing the probe to her abdomen, she exclaimed, “Oh my!”

“What?” I asked worriedly, “What’s wrong?”

The technician giggled and replied, “Nothing — that is unless you consider having twins a problem. I see two little squirmies in there! Here, listen.”

The whole room was filled with “Oooh’s” and ‘Aaahh’s” and squeals of delight as we listened to the syncopated beat of our twin’s heartbeats: “Swish, swish, swish, swish…”

Monaavi started to cry and I enfolded her head in my arms and kissed her saying, “Boy! When you get pregnant, you don’t fool around, do you?”

Mom and Hindi were locked in an embrace crying and sharing their joy as Priya and Leeya hugged each other in glee jumping up and down.

Monaavi giggled as she cried in joy, “Allah has given me a double blessing. I love you, Sean with every beat of my heart and those of our children! Oh Allah has been so gracious to me! Praise be His Holy Name!”

The technician took measurements of the placenta, estimated the volume of amniotic fluid and a few other critical measurements and told Monaavi she could evacuate her bladder. When Monaavi returned and the ultrasound began again, the technician told us she was now going to take measurements of each baby and their primary organs.

Starting with baby “A”, she took pictures of the baby’s four-chambered heart, liver, kidneys, stomach and brain. She measured the baby’s head circumference, torso circumference, spine and femur and a crown-to-rump measurement. She then repeated the process on baby “B”.

She reassured us saying, “Both of your babies appear to be very normal, healthy and are now about 10.1 cm long and from estimates, weigh about 70 grams.”

“Translate that into inches and pounds,” I requested.

“That would be…” The technician touched a button on the keyboard and answered, “3.96 inches long and weigh 2.47 ounces.” she answered.

Softly patting Monaavi’s belly, the technician asked, “Does Mommy and Daddy want to know what we’re having?”

“Oh yes!” Monaavi exclaimed, “A boy and a girl would be perfect!”

As the technician put probe to belly, she started chuckling and pointing to the screen said, “See, they’re inverted: they are lying head to toe with each other in a slightly transverse position and look, this one, uh, this one’s a girl: see her labia? She’s holding her sibling’s foot! Sister is helping to pull its legs apart, let’s see… this one’s a girl also; if you look close you can see her labia, here. You’ve got twin girls! They share the same amniotic sack.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Monaavi asked.

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing,” the technician explained, “But if one baby is in distress, you go into labor and your water breaks, you’ll have to deliver both babies. If they each had their own placentas and sack, it would be possible to deliver one while the other continued to gestate.”

“Are you disappointed that one of them isn’t a boy?” Monaavi asked me.

Kissing her face I replied, “Are you kidding? I’m so happy I could run through the streets shouting at the top of my lungs with joy!”

“Okay folks.” the technician told us, “show’s over. Everything is healthy and normal for your twin girls!”

She gave Monaavi a warmed towel to wipe her stomach with. When finished, Monaavi sat up and I helped her from the table. She immediately threw her arms around me and standing on tiptoes kissed me tenderly with tears running down her cheeks.

Stepping outside, to the waiting room, Dad and Ravi stood with looks of worried anticipation. Monaavi scooted to her father and he lovingly enfolded her in his arms. She looked up at him and then to Dad and said, “You will have two granddaughters: I’m carrying twin girls!”

“Yahoo!” Dad shouted as he rubbed Monaavi’s back.

Ravi took his daughter’s cheeks in his hands and laid kisses all over her face. He fell to the floor on his knees and offering praise to God, outstretched his arms extolling, “Our God has given us a double blessing! Praise Allah, praise His most holy Name!!”

Ravi stood and kissed Monaavi on the lips and said, “My joy bursts from my heart, my sweet child! My life is filled with princesses!”

“Dad?” Monaavi said to Dad, “Did you want a boy?”

Dad kissed her cheeks and replied tenderly, “A healthy mother and baby, well now: babies. All I want is for you and your babies to be healthy: boys or girls, they’re all a joy!”

Ravi and Hindi returned with us and spent the rest of the day at our house going over and over the details of the ultrasound. Dad found it amazing that one twin held her sister’s foot. All the females were giddy with happiness and Priya said, “What are we going to name our little girls?”

Mom asked in response, “Monaavi, are you going to pick Indian or American names?”

Monaavi looked at her parents and said, “I’ve been thinking about this ever since I found out I’m having twin girls and I’ve come to a decision. Momma, Poppa, I wish to honor someone who has been as much a guiding force in my life as you have in guiding my life.”

Turning to my mother, Monaavi said, “You have nurtured me with your wisdom and love in such a profound way, I wish to honor you, Mom. I will name my firstborn daughter Cynthia Amira after your sister Cinny and our second born Elizabeth Nafisa after her daughter. In remembering my Muslim heritage, I have chosen the middle names Amira, which means princess and Nafisa, which means exquisite.”

Mom broke down sobbing at Monaavi’s gesture of love and embraced her. My mother released Monaavi and sat next to her rubbing her swollen belly. Still crying, Mom tried to compose herself to speak several times but as soon as it looked like she’d stop crying, she’d break down again.

Monaavi lovingly held my sobbing mother and comforted her with, “Mom, although you’re not Muslim, your faith in God has strengthened me and your wisdom has enriched my soul with true lessons for life. Cinny must have been an incredible woman to instill this kind of faith and love for God in you and it is an honor for the first fruit of my womb to bear her name. Liz was also an honorable woman of faith who tried in vain, after fighting with all she had, to raise her daughter by herself as she succumbed to the ravages of cancer. My daughters carry their genes and will now proudly carry their names. I love you, Mom and this is my gift of love to you.”

My mother fell to her knees, resting her head in Monaavi’s lap. Monaavi stroked Moms face as she calmed herself. Once Mom had composed herself she again rubbed Monaavi’s stomach and said as she sniffled, “Cinny was the most God fearing and loving person I’ve ever known and she taught me to love God. She also taught me how to apply the wisdom of God in my life and trust in Him. I am so moved, not because you honor me but my sister, the one guiding force in my life and I’ve been proud for you to know her in some small way. Liz was a humble woman who fought quietly and without malice about her disease. She married for love — not money — and struggled all her life but was happy. Words can’t express what’s in my heart that you have chosen to resurrect two lost generations of my family to live again in my grandchildren. Thank you, Sweetie, thank you from the bottom of my heart!”

Tina watched as Mom was rubbing Monaavi’s stomach. She waddled over and patted Monaavi’s bulging belly and said, “Baby, baby.”

Everyone chuckled and Monaavi said, “That’s right, Sweetie, Two babies!”

That night as we four cuddled together, I couldn’t help but remember Emmy’s words to me that fateful night. Monaavi had come into our lives and had radically changed our family dynamic. She’d been praying with Priya about her demon and water sports became a thing of the past in our intimate play. As a result, the relationship I shared with Priya and Leeya became more tender and loving and our love seemed to deepen.

God seemed to bring His blessings upon Tina and Attiya as Monaavi had predicted and both were making strides in their development. And now, now this: twins! Monaavi’s womb seemed to be a bounty of life. I would have three daughters and thanked God for His blessings.

I shuddered to think what might have happened had I not came face-to-face with my demon and the thought that there would have been three small girls that I possibly could have abused. Emmy was right. I needed to decide what was more important to me, the charms of my daughters or a life of blessings. Mom was right; what I had so painfully lost with Emmy’s death, God had replaced beyond measure in the body of a beautiful, five foot-three inch teacher whose gentle yet powerful influence on us was unmistakable.

Priya was now becoming much more confidant and devout in her approach as first wife and guarded Monaavi and Leeya like a true mother. For me, I was conflicted in that Priya was still my soul mate, but Monaavi had become a major force in my life.

I also began to see Leeya in a much deeper light, and was beginning to understand the true depths of her love for me. Like Priya, she was so much wiser and mature than her six years. Still tiny and plain, her inner beauty just seemed to shine. I felt so privileged to have her love.

Leeya had become more and more important to Monaavi. Although a child student during the day, she was very motherly to Tina and Monaavi and was right there at every turn to care for her sister when she was sick or needed anything. It appeared that Leeya was becoming a natural mother like her mentor.

Monaavi seemed to have a solidifying effect on our family as a whole and Mom seemed to bask in the glory of becoming a grandmother and Dad also seemed to noticeably soften. I thought that Priya would become jealous in some way, but the opposite appeared to be true. Priya seemed to feel more relaxed because she sought Monaavi’s advice often while Monaavi always honored Priya’s position. Monaavi just seemed to see her role as the wife who took charge as the mother of the family and whose prime responsibility was the children.

All in all, life was good… very good.