Tales Of A Sex Slave

DARRELL

My eyes are still teary, I can’t believe I cried. I won’t be able to take it if Daisy loses our babies, I can’t. I just hope they are all okay. She lost one before when Charyl had poisoned her, we can’t afford to lose another.

Asher had to take Daniela and Zach home. They both needed a lot of rest not after what happened. I’m glad Greg is dead, at least we can all now live in peace.

The nurses have been running in and out of the theatre room for two hours now and they are not saying anything to me. I’m going crazy already.

The nurse had earlier brought some surgery papers for me to sign. I didn’t even bother reading it before signing it. I don’t think I’m in right frame of mind to read anything.

The doctor finally came out of the theatre room and removed his nose mask.

“Doctor, how are my wife and babies”

He sighed. “Your wife is fine”

I heaved a sigh of relief. “What about my babies”

“They are equally fine”

“Really” Thank God.

“You see when she was brought here, we thought the babies weren’t gonna survive. Not until, we found an heartbeat. We had to neutralise the effect of the abortion drug but last boy almost died so we carried out a foetal surgery on him”

“My wife is carrying a boy”

“Yeah, two girls and one boys. Congratulations Mr. Bingwen” we exchanged handshakes. Daisy and I wanted to wait till the delivery to know the gender of the children but I guess it’s fine. I’m just glad they are okay.

“Can I see her now”

“She’s unconscious right now but she will be up in a few hours. The nurses will move her to her ward then you can see her”

“OK, thank you Doctor”

“You should thank God not me. I’ll be on my way, I’ve got other patients to attend to”

“OK”

CLAIRE

My eyes slowly parted open as I stared at the environment. Yeah, I’m pretty much in the hospital.

I could feel a slight pain in my stomach and my eyes widened remembering what had happened. My babies.

I touched my protruding stomach and it was still the same and I felt the babies move.

I heaved a sigh of relief, my babies didn’t die. Technically, I’m three months and three weeks pregnant so I sometimes feel my babies moving.

“Daisy, you’re finally awake” Darrell smiled walking into the room.

“Darrell my…” I felt a sudden movement in my stomach followed by a hard kick.

“Ouch”

“Daisy are you Okay? should I get the doctor” he panicked.

“Darrell, the baby just kicked” I screamed happily. That was their first kick.

“It did”

“Ouch and they are killing me with those tiny legs of theirs”

Darrell chuckled and touched my stomach and the babies kicked again.

“I’m glad you are okay and the babies too”

“Yeah, I don’t know what I would have done if I lost any one of them”

“Me too. Well, we almost did but he’s fine”

“He? I’m carrying a boy”

“Yeah, a boy and two girls”

I nodded, “Darrell, I’m hungry,” I pouted.

“You are always hungry”

“Darrell!”

“Fine, I got you some food from a nearby restaurant. I know you will definitely get hungry when you woke up”

“Awn, that’s sweet of you”

FOUR MONTHS LATER

“Darrell” I yelled.

“Yes baby” he ran into the room carrying the pack of chocolates I had asked him to get for me. I am now eight months pregnant and my stomach is pretty big.

“Not that, I changed my mind. I want a cup a popcorn”

His jaw dropped, “Daisy”

“I think I changed my mind, I need a foot massage instead”

He dropped the pack of chocolates and bent down to take my legs in his hands. He’s still very cute but he looks pretty stressed. It’s not my fault that my hormones are making me crazy.

I felt something pop inside me and I started urinating on my body. My water just broke.

“Oh come on, Daisy. You just urinated on my hands”

“Darrell, my water just broke”

“You don’t look like someone in labor, ain’t you supposed to feel any pains or something”

“Just a little cramps. Darrell, I can feel the baby’s head” I screamed.

“We should get to the hospital then”

He took the car keys and helped me to my feet.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“I can walk on my own”

“You sure about that”

“Yeah, just get the babies things. I will wait for you downstairs”

He was a bit hesitant. “OK”

I got downstairs and met Daniela watching TV. We are on holidays and Asher already went to work. Luckily, Daniela is not like me, her mood swings is on the low side.

Well, that’s because she’s carrying just one baby, a boy actually and she has just three months before she gives birth.

Darrell barely goes to work these days maybe because of my excessive demands.

“Claire are you okay”

“I’m in labor”

“Labor? you…”

“… don’t look like someone who is in labor” I completed her sentence.

“How did you know what I was going to say”

“It’s written allover your face”

Darrell ran downstairs holding a big baby basket containing the babies clothes.

“Let’s go”

“I’m coming with you”

***

“Darrell, your babies are fighting inside my womb”

Daniela chuckled. “I’m glad, I’m carrying just one baby”

“Oh, I can feel the head. The baby is coming”

“Daisy you can’t possibly give birth in the car. Maybe, you should wait till we get to the hospital”

“I wish I could but I can’t” I spread my legs open in the car seat. Thank God, we were seated at the back seat.

“You are not planning on giving birth in the car, are you”

“Of course, I am. You don’t expect me to kill my baby by closing my legs and suffocating it”

I didn’t even need to push the baby that much before it came out crying. Daniela held the baby and gave him to me.

“Darrell, it’s a boy and he looks so much like you” Darrell smiled broadly but continued driving.

His cries had subsided and a big smile formed on his face. He was completely bathed in blood and some whitish substance named Vernix.

“Awn, so cute. The doctor will have to cut the placenta when we get to the hospital” Daniela giggled touching my baby’s cheeks.

I felt a leg pop out of my vagina. These children.

“Oh no, the other baby is coming out with her legs”

“We are here” Darrell announced and rushed into the hospital while Daniela helped me get down.

The nurses and Darrell came running out with a stretcher. I was put on it and wheeled to the delivery room with my baby in my arms and the other baby was already half way out. My baby’s placenta was immediately clamped by the midwife.

“We will take it over from here Sir”

“No, I want my husband to be here with me”

“If you say so. You can come in Sir” Darrell gave her a deadly glare and she shivered. Darrell does have a way of scaring people.

The midwife cut my baby’s placenta and handed him over to the nurse.

“Baby, are you okay”

“I’m fine”

“OK, madam pu..” the baby’s cry stopped her from completing her sentence.

“Oh, that was oretty fast. It’s a girl” she said handing the baby over to me and there a clamp on her placenta.

“Wow, Daisy she looks so much like you.” She had a big frown on her face.

“Oh, so you both were the ones fighting in mummy’s stomach and obviously, he beat you by coming out first,” Darrell chuckled.

She started crying as I said that. “Oh, baby stop crying”

“Wow, in my twenty one years of being a midwife, I’ve never seen a woman feel so comfortable during labour”

“I am pretty comfortable”

***

“Awwn, so cute” Asher giggled playing with my baby boy. He and Zach got here a couple of minutes ago.

Zach was busy playing with his two sisters on the bed. He does look really excited. They really look a like but it’s not hard to tell the difference. The first baby is always frowning while the other is not.

“He does look like you Darrell. You’ve got any names” We both discussed about names for the baby but I’ll like to give my boy a name a bit more unique.

“Both girls will go by the name Ivy and Iris”

“Wow, what about my little nephew right here”

“Caiden, for he’s my little warrior”

“I kind of like that one” Darrell smiled.

“Daisy, thank you so much for giving me these three wonderful kids” he kissed my forehead and I smiled.

“I love you Darrell”

“I love you so much more”

“Mummy, I think I like Iris more than Ivy. Ivy frowns a lot”

“Yeah, just like your dad”

NARRATOR’S POV

“The end” I smiled and closed the book which was written by Claire herself.

“Wow, that was the best story I’ve ever heard” my fifteen years old son said. It’s funny he still likes it when I read stories for him.

“I’m glad you loved it”

“Mummy, please can you tell me another story”

“You need to go tey bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach”

“Really? I’ll be waiting then. Good night mom.”