Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 97: Bake Me a Cake As Fast As You Can

I guess life wouldn’t be life without good ‘ole “Murphy’s Law” and we weren’t immune. The next morning as we sat down to breakfast, Pita was serving pancakes. Leeya took one bite, wretched, covered her mouth and took off like a shot for the powder room. I think everyone was thinking the same thing at the same moment and that was, “Déjà vu: Monaavi, pancakes, sick… Leeya’s pregnant!”

In anticipation of their group pregnancy, Miko had bought a slew of home pregnancy test kits. Mom bolted after Leeya and Miko headed to her bag to retrieve a test kit.

I sat there dazed, confused and bewildered asking myself, “Nah, she can’t be! How in the hell can she be pregnant? She’s on the pill, isn’t she?”

Human nature took over momentarily and I got a flash of anger thinking that maybe she’d shucked her pills a month ago thinking that her getting pregnant was a given. But then reason took over and I reminded myself that Leeya would never in a million years resort to a tactic like that. There had to be an explanation to all of this.

We all sat in stunned silence as we listened to Leeya wretch in the powder room, not twenty feet away. We heard the toilet flush and the sink start to run as we all sat on the edge of our seats. Mom must have closed the door because now there was only silence. We then heard the sound of the toilet flushing behind the closed door and the door open.

“Yippee! I’m pregnant!” we heard Leeya screech out in glee.

Dad sank in his chair in utter disbelief and uttered, “My little Munchkin is gonna be a mommy!”

“HUH?” Priya, Monaavi and I exclaimed totally dumbfounded.

We saw Leeya flanked by Mom and Miko as they entered the breakfast area. Leeya took off running, momentarily slipped and made a leaping bound into my lap, wrapping herself around me like an articulating python!

She kissed me so hard I thought she would choke me to death trying to tickle my tonsils. She broke the kiss, and with tears in her eyes sang sweetly, “Hi Daddy, your little princess is gonna have a baby!”

Still stunned, I looked at Mom and Miko and they had cheese-eating grins on their faces as they confirmed Leeya’s revelation with nods. Miko held up and waved the test strip with a pink plus sign on it to confirm their findings.

I was a jumble of mixed emotions! First, I was overjoyed and consumed with love for the pregnant little pixie in my arms but also shocked and confused. Resigned to the fact, I buried my head in my tiny wife’s neck and cried with joy as I embraced her tenderly.

Leeya was radiant and looked like she’d died and gone to heaven. She cried tears of joy as she showered my face with kisses saying, “I (kiss) just love you (kiss) so much (kiss) I’m (kiss, kiss) bursting (kiss) with joy!”

Leeya then laid a lip lock on me that curled my toes it was so love-filled! When we came up for air, I gasped out, “How? I mean aren’t you still on the pill?”

“I swear Sean,” Leeya vowed crossing her heart, “I haven’t missed a day, I promise. I don’t know how or why but I’m gonna be a mother and I’m in heaven! You know the Koran forbids abortion, so it looks like I get to keep it, right?”

“Of course, silly girl,” I chuckled.

“No, that’s silly momma to you, Studley!” she quipped.

After congratulatory hugs and kisses from everyone Pita said she’d make our new mommy some oatmeal. Miko and Monaavi excused themselves from the table saying, “We’ll be right back, there’s something we gotta do,” and ran up the back staircase.

I looked at Priya and she just shrugged with a giggling smirk and said, “One down, two to go.”

Dad raised his eyes to heaven shaking his head, got up and as he headed out the door we heard, “Lordy, Lordy me!”

About then, Monaavi and Miko were standing by my chair with outstretched hands and in perfect Hi-Fi stereo said, “Here!”

I looked at their outstretched hands as they presented me with two boxes of birth control pills. Mom looked dumbfounded at them as Priya, Monaavi, Miko and even preggo Leeya giggled as Mom asked, “You guys aren’t serious about all three of you getting pregnant, are you?”

“Um hum,” all four nodded and hummed in quadraphonic surround sound.

“Holy shit!” Mom exclaimed as she shook her head in disbelief, “I thought you girls were just yanking Sean’s chain, but you’re serious aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Miko giggled, “Ain’t it great?”

“Twins…” Monaavi whimsically sighed, “Let’s have some more twins.”

Pita chimed in with, “If that’s the case, I wanna raise!”

Attiya got in on it and really threw us for a loop when she interjected, “Monaavi, Miko, if you don’t need ‘em, give ‘em to Tina and me.”

“Now wait just a God damn minute!” Mom shouted as she slammed her fist on the table.

Tina and Tiya looked at each other devilishly, giggled and blushed when Tiya admitted, “Gosh Auntie, I was only joking!”

We all heaved a collective sigh of relief!

I was no good after that. I took Monaavi and Miko’s contraceptives and with them looking on, gave them a smile as I dropped them in the trashcan. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound as they say.

Leeya hates oatmeal and started to push it away when Miko scolded, “You’d better eat that or I’ll have to spank your pregnant little tushy! You’re eating for two now and you’d better remember that.”

Leeya, now basking in her newfound condition, smiled and greedily ate her breakfast (after gagging twice). My stomach was in knots with butterflies flitting around and couldn’t eat. I called Dr. Simpson and left a message with his service to call me at his earliest convenience.

Leeya danced her little preggo jig for about twenty minutes singing “Rock-A-By-Baby.” Dr. Simpson called back about thirty minutes later. I gave him the news and said that Leeya hadn’t missed any of her pills and asked how this could happen.

He said he wasn’t sure talking over the phone, but a few days wait until her appointment wouldn’t make any difference one way or the other now and told me to bring any medications she’d taken recently along with her birth control pills and we’d sort it all out.

As a pregnancy gift, the girls let Leeya and I have a special night together. In all my life, I’ve never been so moved, as I was that night as we made sweet and tender love together. Leeya was just exquisite in her loving expression and each of her four orgasms that night was glorious, daintily squirting her sweet nectar for me twice.

As we lay together in each other’s arms, she seemed to melt into me like a second skin. As tears of joy silently rolled down my temples, I was happy for my little Munchkin. She now had her lifelong dream come true and she was certainly in her glory.

Two days after we’d been the beneficiaries of Murphy’s Law, we were at Dr. Simpson’s office waiting our turn. The three women, all in various stages of pregnancy, looked at my four wives and me very quizzically to say the least. While we waited, I filled out all the necessary forms and gave Molly, his secretary my insurance card to photocopy.

After a ten-minute wait Mary, his nurse, led us back to the exam room. She gave Leeya a dressing gown and asked her to strip, put it on then climb on the table and wait for the doctor to come in. Leeya sat on the table, comfortable as a pig in slop swinging her legs back and forth with glee. I stood next to her as the other girls stood next to a seated Priya.

Mary took Leeya’s blood pressure then hauled her off to get her weight and height (four-foot nine and three quarters and ninety pounds). She returned, took her seat back on the table and began to swing her legs again humming gleefully to herself with a smile.

Dr. Simpson knocked twice then entered with Mary and a friendly smile and hello. I started to talk and he shushed me saying, “Leeya’s the patient not you, let her speak. If she’s old enough to have a baby, she’s certainly old enough to talk to her doctor.”

“Yes sir,” I replied meekly after being duly put in my place. Why is it that the father is basically the sperm donor and takes a back seat to all of this? Oh well, it’s her time let her enjoy it!

“Hmmm,” he said as he looked at her chart very professionally, “So little miss, it seems you think you’ve got a little one in there (tapping her stomach) right?

“Yup! Sure do,” Leeya said confidently, “At least that’s what the test showed and I’ve got some morning sickness also: it started two days ago.”

“If this is true,” he informed us as he looked at her chart, “according to your last period, your due date is… June fifteenth.”

“Oh goody, goody, goody!” Leeya giggled.

“Well,” he said soothingly, “those tests are pretty accurate but we still need to draw some blood to make it official. Now pull down your gown a little so I can examine your breasts.”

Leeya blushed and giggled as she pulled on the tie string, “I haven’t got any breasts: just some weird looking nipples.”

When her breasts were exposed, Dr. Simpson began to examine Leeya’s breasts and he put her at ease by saying, “For a girl your age, you’ve got lovely breasts: be proud of what you have. I know you helped nurse Priya’s child so we know they work just like God intended, right?”

Leeya nodded affirmatively and with pride (she blushed a little too). “Looks fine up top,” the doctor said as he pulled her gown up over her shoulders, “Lie down here and put your feet in these stirrups please.”

Leeya obeyed and the doctor coated his gloved fingers with some KY and rubbed his fingers together. He placed his left hand on Leeya’s abdomen and as he started to give her an internal exam said soothingly, “This may be uncomfortable for you and I apologize but it’s necessary. I’ll do it as quickly as I can, okay?”

Leeya, now a little frightened, nodded. He finished in about twenty seconds and finished by removing his hand and pulling off his gloves with a snap, discarding them in the trash.

As he pulled over an ultrasound machine he said, “You feel pregnant to me, let’s see what we can see, okay?”

He lubed up a probe and slowly inserted it inside Leeya’s vagina as we watched the screen. He pointed to a little dot and said, “See that tiny speck? That’s your baby. According to your last period, it looks normal size for being about five weeks pregnant. Congratulations Mommy!”

As we all watched the tiny speck on the screen, Leeya had tears running down her temples as she saw the first signs of life growing in her womb. When Dr. Simpson saw her tears, he printed out a photo of the image and handed to her with a fatherly smile. Needless to say, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. He finished up, gave Mary some tissues and she cleaned Leeya’s vulva. When she was finished, she helped Leeya sit up. After that, Mary left for other duties.

After making some notes on Leeya’s chart, he turned in his chair, looked over his glasses and asked, “Well little lady, let’s try and figure out how you got in a family way, shall we? Let me see your medications.”

I fished out Leeya’s birth control pills and an empty bottle of Ampicillin. He shot Leeya a look and asked, “What were these for?”

“I had Strep about a month ago,” Leeya answered, “And that’s what the doctor gave me.”

“Hmmm,” he replied cryptically, “Did you tell him you were on the pill?”

“No,” Leeya said, “I never thought about it.”

“Hmmm, I see,” he answered as he looked at her birth control pills.

He stopped, looked again as if noticing something and asked, “When did you get this prescription filled?”

“The month before I got sick,” Leeya answered, “Why?”

He humphed and replied as he pointed to the box, “Because they’re out of date: that’s why.”

We all gasped as he continued, “You, young lady, are a victim of two unfortunate circumstances. First, you were taking an out of date pill, which reduces its effectiveness and you took Ampicillin. This antibiotic reduces the effectiveness of the pill even more. In effect, it was like you were almost not taking the pill at all: that’s how you got pregnant my dear.”

I was pissed to say the least! I asked, “How can something like this happen?”

“Unfortunately it does,” He replied over his glasses, “People are human. Druggists get so many shipments, especially birth control pills, sometimes they don’t even check the dates because they rely on the quality control of the manufacturer. Leeya may very well have caught on that fact alone: it happens in the U.S. and Canada about three million times a year. Couple that with the antibiotic and you’ve got a sure fire way to get pregnant. What can you do? In order to sue the druggist, you have to prove intent, and I’m sure that’s not the case. Even if you win on negligence, what are you gonna do, abort the child?”

“NO!!” Leeya shrieked.

“No, no,” I answered shaking my head, “We’d never do a thing like that.”

“Look Leeya, Sean, ladies,” Dr. Simpson addressed as he took off his glasses, “Leeya wanted to get pregnant anyway and it just happened a month or two early. Just be happy that Leeya’s healthy, wants this child, as do all of you, and get on with your lives. As for the logistics, we’ll deliver her baby at Union Memorial Hospital. They have a good OB wing and she’ll get excellent care. I’ll take care of the birth certificate issue so just relax. Leeya, Poppa and Mommas, enjoy your new bundle and prosper, whadda ya say?”

“She’ll be all right?” I asked, now frightened for my little mommy.

“Leeya’s small,” He answered comfortingly, “But she’s healthy and strong. We’ll take good care of her. She’ll be fine.”

Turning to Leeya he said, “I know you’re very mature, especially where kids are concerned. This is your child, your body and you’d better listen to everything Miko and I tell you; that way you can have a healthy child and come out of this healthy yourself to care for your baby. Do you understand?”

“I’ll be the perfect patient, Dr. Simpson,” Leeya assured, “I promise!”

Giving Leeya a fatherly pat on the knee said, “Good! I know you will. Now get dressed and come out front. I’m gonna give you a prescription and some samples of prenatal vitamins and supplements then send you across the street for some blood work. Make an appointment and I’ll see you in a month, okay?”

Leeya wrapped her arms around her doctor, gave him an appreciative hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s,” he smiled broadly, “what makes my job so rewarding. There’s nothing like the joy of a new mother!” With that he was out the door.

After picking up Leeya’s new little complimentary diaper bag full of goodies, samples, prescriptions and blood work order we turned to leave, waving goodbye to Dr. Simpson as he and Mary disappeared in the exam room with his next patient.

After getting Leeya’s blood work out of the way, we went to lunch to celebrate. All throughout lunch the girls were yanking my chain about all of them getting pregnant together. Priya antagonized me by asking Miko, “Hey Samurai, can you get your hands on some fertility drugs, maybe you and Monaavi can double up. They say they’re cheaper by the dozen.”

I looked concerned as she grinned devilishly and giggled. Monaavi rubbed her stomach as if in a trance and with closed eyes like talking to the spirits droned, “I feel another set of twins on our horizon.”

She opened her eyes as they giggled at my discomfort. As I shook my head at their folly I thought to myself, Boy, I’m either crazy as a loon or the luckiest man alive. Hmmm… Studley… breeding three beautiful, fertile and horny nymphs isn’t such a bad job after all. Oh well, somebody’s got to do it, I’ll just have to “suffer” through it!”

The next month, I was literally fucked to death! Some days at work I’d just sit at my desk, unable to walk my balls hurt so much! When Priya had put me through the paces I asked her what was her incentive? She replied that just seeing her sisters pregnant stirred her “motherly instincts.”

The next month, Miko gave Leeya all kinds of advice from pregnancy exercises to diet. Leeya was obedient to the “T.” Poor Leeya had morning sickness in the worst sort of way. It got so bad the first couple of months she gave up eating breakfast all together, opting for crackers.

The month following Leeya’s first appointment, Miko and Monaavi came into cycle. The girls were able to regulate their periods, using birth control pills so that each one had her period one week after the other. That way, no two girls would be “unavailable” at any one given time.

When it was Miko and Monaavi’s window of opportunity to get pregnant, Priya allotted each of them one week with me exclusively during their “Fertile time” to have a better chance of catching.

By Leeya’s second check-up, Miko and Monaavi each had gone through their first “breeding.” Two days before Leeya was to return for her third monthly check-up, Miko was hurling in the powder room that morning.

As we listened to Miko retch her guts up over the toilet Priya chuckled, “Two down, one to go.”

Me, I was in my glory! Studley strikes again! This Irishman isn’t shooting any blanks! Monaavi seemed quiet and reserved. I patted her hand and gave her a kiss and said sweetly, “That’s okay, Darling, We just haven’t hit our stride.”

Monaavi gave me a Mona Lisa smile and answered, “It’s too soon to tell but I have a feeling I’m pregnant too. Let’s wait a week to be sure.”

Holy Shit, Studley’s swimmers do it again!

Miko called Dr. Simpson’s office and Molly squeezed Miko in with Leeya. Dr. Simpson repeated the routine with Miko he’d done two months ago with Leeya. What’s funny is, the same three women were in the waiting room. When they saw me filling out papers again, we got some really curious looks!

Leeya was fine, healthy as a horse and received her referral for her ultrasound in two weeks. We listened to the baby’s heartbeat: swish, swish, swish… it was a glorious sound to all and Leeya cried again. Leeya had a tiny little belly bulge and didn’t even look pregnant having gained only five pounds. After giving Miko the once over, Dr, Simpson confirmed that she was also with child. Her due date was August tenth. He shook his head while looking at Monaavi asked, “Well, aren’t you gonna join the bandwagon?”

Monaavi smiled and said she thought she was pregnant but wanted to wait a week. Dr. Simpson just shook his head and said, “Well, be quick about it, if you’re not shy, just undress and get on the table, we might as well make this a trifecta.”

Monaavi undressed with all of us present and got on the table nude. After examining her breasts, Dr. Simpson gave her an internal and a sonogram and confirmed she was indeed pregnant. Her due date was August twenty-first. He said it was way too soon to tell but it looked to him to be a single pregnancy.

As Dr. Simpson was adding to Monaavi’s chart, she got dressed and Priya asked Monaavi, “How’d you know? You haven’t even been sick yet?”

“I just knew,” Monaavi smiled radiantly.

“Women who’ve been pregnant before,” Dr. Simpson added, “Don’t always get morning sickness: each pregnancy is different and they’re more in tune with their bodies, having gone through it before.”

That made sense. When Monaavi and Miko both got the necessary vitamins, scripts and supplements and goody bags, those three women about fainted on the spot! Next up was Leeya’s sonogram at Union Memorial in two weeks. This was gonna be another family event.

Leeya had a premonition the first time I came inside her when she was five years old that her first child would be a girl and when Emmy died, swore she’d name her Emily Marie, we’d soon find out.

When we left for the lab to get two sets of blood work done, the cell phones had already been speed dialed. Miko called her sister Madoka. She actually peed herself with joy and swore she’d work the rest of the day sans panties to celebrate (I had an evil thought that it would be fun to be at work today). Miko next called the crew at GBMC and spilled the beans. Miko was going to wait to call Jun this evening, not wanting to call when her father was home.

Priya let Monaavi call Mom and break the news about her and Miko. Monaavi also called her parents and got them out of bed. We could hear Ravi over the phone three feet away!

After another celebratory lunch, we went shopping and bought Leeya a new crib and dresser for our fetal munchkin. We already had two cribs from the twins and Miko and Monaavi opted to use these and allow Leeya to have the new one. After purchasing Leeya’s baby furniture we headed home.

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From the day Leeya hurled in the powder room, she was slathered with cocoa butter four times a day, and showed no signs of any stretch marks yet. Miko and Monaavi started also and all three continually smelled like cocoa tanning beauties.

Miko called her mother that evening and they spoke for about an hour. Jun spoke to Mom, Priya and me and spent about fifteen minutes talking to the pregnant munchkin. All in all, it was a very emotional conversation. Jun said she’d inform Miko’s father about her condition and they’d play it by ear. Again, Miko seemed ambivalent about it.

Priya shone as first wife the next couple of weeks even though she kinda felt left out of things. With all three in the same condition, Leeya, Miko and Monaavi seemed to migrate to one another, consulting Monaavi at every turn about pregnancy issues. I could tell that Priya felt left out a little but she understood and was proud and excited for them anyway, being supportive at every turn.

All three women were radiant in their new state of motherhood, especially Leeya. Priya may be my soul mate, but Leeya and I share a love that’s beyond words and her slowly swelling belly only visually reinforced that growing and deepening love we shared.

I was sitting in my office just pondering my wives in my heart and realized that I was blessed more than any man had a right to be! In many ways, Leeya has always seemed to exhibit such a deep, innocent and all-consuming love for me. There were times in our life when I felt she loved me more than Priya did. Now with child, Leeya would often revert to an innocent, vulnerable child, treasuring our times of cuddling and me showering her with affection. Although outwardly strong and mature, when she was with me she always expressed a sweet tenderness I’ve only experienced with her. It would play itself out that throughout her pregnancy, Leeya and I made some of the sweetest and tenderest lovemaking together that in remembrance, still brings me to tears. While she was pregnant, I never once “fucked” her: we always made love. Whenever Leeya squirted while she was pregnant, she tasted even sweeter than before! Never a gusher, Leeya would always delicately spray her nectar with a moan and love doing it.

I was always saddened by the fact, and even more so now that Leeya was pregnant, that her mother had been gone from her life for seven years and the abuse she’d suffered at her hands and on top of that, her father had disappeared and was never heard from again. Leeya channeled all her love into me at five years old and never looked back. She was happy that she’d found her soul mate and reason for living.

Monaavi was always the serene motherly type. Now pregnant again, she seemed perfectly nestled in her element. Poised, elegant and radiant, her love was always an appreciative love. She could never get over the fact that the love she thought would always be unrequited was now her life. As passionate as Priya or Miko, Monaavi’s love was a deep raging furnace: even more so when she was with child and she was always hungry to express that love tenderly.

Monaavi felt more at ease with her state in life and being constantly involved with children was a dream she always felt thankful to God for. Deeply devout, Monaavi gloried in the fact that she was giving God another soul to worship Him. Monaavi was always more amorous when pregnant and she hungrily expressed it without inhibition. She would cum so hard and loved that she could ejaculate for me in volumes. She once told me that it felt as if she was pouring out her love for me as I did for her whenever I gave her my gift.

Miko? Miko was in total awe of me and worshipped me without condition. Miko never quite put her past behind her, somehow feeling she didn’t deserve the love we shared. There were many nights I held her as she cried, holding her belly and cradling the life within in such awe. Having seen the miracle of life daily, she still couldn’t believe that this miracle was hers to have also. Miko was a true submissive and I always had to remind myself never to take advantage of her vulnerability. I think she let herself go completely only because she trusted I’d never ever hurt her. A consummate lover, her only goal in life was to please me and she withheld nothing from me.

It seemed so paradoxical to me that a woman who swore she was in control of her destiny when we courted and was very assertive would be totally submissive to my every whim. All the days of my life, I’d always treasure her gift of submission to me and treat her like a vulnerable child. Like a child, she always needed reassurance that she pleased me and beamed with pride when I’d compliment her.

Four women: all different, each with special gifts that enriched my life. I’ve always felt humbled that I’ve been fortunate to see so many aspects of love expressed with uniqueness from four different women. If God created anything more wondrous than a woman, He certainly kept it for Himself!

When I called to make Leeya’s ultrasound appointment, I asked for the largest room available knowing that this would be a family affair. The entire family arrived for the great unveiling. Pita sat in the waiting room with the younger girls while Dad bounced Malina on his knee.

Mom, my three wives and I accompanied a cramping Leeya to the ultrasound room. After taking all the necessary fetal measurements, Leeya bolted to the bathroom to relive her bursting bladder. She returned with a smile of great relief and climbed back up on the table.

Laura, the technician, informed everyone present that Leeya’s child was perfectly normal, healthy and growing nicely. The baby, according to all the measurements, was small but within the normal range and developing perfectly.

“Well Laura,” Leeya asked expectantly, “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Let’s see now,” Laura replied as she moved the probe on Leeya’s belly, “Right now it’s doing tumblesaults, let’s see if it’s shy. Hmmm, THERE! See? It’s a girl! Boy she sure has some fat labia, there’s no mistaking her for a boy!”

“YESS!” Leeya exclaimed pumping her fist, “I just knew it!”

Laura smiled and said, “Wait a second, I’ve got a surprise from Dr. Simpson.”

She rose while Leeya and I were kissing with joy and everyone else was tittering with glee and pulled over another, bigger machine. After rolling the other machine out of the way, she fired up the new machine. She smiled at Leeya and said, “We just got this machine a week ago. It gives a 3D image and we can see exactly what your little girl looks like.”

She put the probe to Leeya’s tummy and we immediately saw a bent leg in perfect imagery. Moving the probe, she settled on our little girl’s face as we watched her with closed eyes sucking her thumb.

Mom gasped and fell to her knees exclaiming, “OHMYGOD! Leeya, she looks just like Emmy as a baby!”

Everyone started bawling profusely as Leeya wept out, “My God has heard my plea!”

Laura printed out two prints of little Emmy Marie as we stared transfixed at the screen.

Leaving the exam room on cloud nine, Leeya was the shit! She proudly sauntered out to my Dad, sat on his knee and cried softly saying, “Poppy, Emmy is doing fine!”

My father wept as a child as he held his little Munchkin praising God. My mother was so overcome she was walking on autopilot. Priya was crying so hard, Monaavi and Miko had to help her to the car. The girls were like little fairies flitting here and there with childish joy. Just before Priya got into the expedition she turned to Leeya and they embraced lovingly and Priya said, “Leeya, I’m so happy for you! Your vision has come true! God has given us a special blessing and He chose you to bring her to us!”

As we rode home entwined in each other’s arms I thought to myself, “I don’t deserve such a blessing from God! My cup truly runneth over!”

Looking back, from that moment on, Leeya became almost a carbon copy of Monaavi: a perfect, devout Muslim mother. Leeya has always approached life head on, doing rather than thinking and always seemed to know what her fate in life was to become. She has a gift with children and will be a loving mother, content to deal with all the pains and rigors that it entails with joy, grace and love.

With two more of my wives bearing fruit, life certainly doesn’t get any better than this!