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My heart raced. Damien shouldn't know where we live. Eddie was certain that he didn't have access to the record of our house. He never told him.

Then…who did?

And more importantly, why the hell is he here on Christmas Day, right after dinner? Doesn't he have family to be with or did they all disown him too?

Eddie looked surprised, he just stood there at the door for a second, not attempting to be a gentleman and let him in. “Oh, hello Damien. Merry Christmas."

“Heya, Eddie." Damien said.

The way Damien purrs his name on his tongue disgusts me.

Damien held a gift bag in his hands, raising it up to show him, smiling.

I swear. He is trying to get Eddie on his good side, like trying to get him to be his little bitch, more or less.

Damien continued, “Here, a gift for you and your lovely wife."

Eddie took the bag from him, trying to look inside, but the paper covered what was inside.

“Many thanks, Damien. Please, come in, we still have some food left, if you haven't had dinner yet." Eddie stepped aside, gesturing him in.

“Don't mind if do." Damien strolled in, looking around the interior of the house, and next at us, at the table, while Eddie made his way back to me, grinning, holding the bag out to me, and placing it in front of me on a clear spot the dinner table.

“It's that guy, again?!" Trager slurred, as he has had a bit of vodka now.

I hope drunken Rick doesn't spill any beans about my plan or the fact that Trager laced him the last time I saw him at the ice skating rink. It feels like he's stalking us. I don't fear for my safety with multiple murderers in the house, but I am worried about how he got here and found us, and his intentions behind this.

Arthur crossed his arms out in front of him on the table, and then dipped his head down onto them, tired from today as well as the vodka. I know Arthur won't say anything, he doesn't know much about this situation with Damien. What he could say is about the dude in the basement, but he thankfully looks comatose.

This is the perfect situation for me to gain the upper hand. Damien is in my house. Murder weapons are at my disposal downstairs, and potentially lethal drugs are in Trager's room. Eddie would be super mad at me if I even attempted to pick up drugs like that. He doesn't even really know about the weed either, he is kinda clueless like that, he assumes anything smokable in a rolled up format is just some type of nicotine cigarette. I haven't done any substance in months and I have no interest in it. However, I do want to lace Damien again, hopefully worse. But I want it to be in my hands, my hands around his neck, strangling the life out of his useless flesh vessel.

Damien came over to the table. Please…just go away from them and get out of my house.

“Hello." Damien held a hand out for me to shake, I stared at it. “Wonderful to see you and your family enjoying the holiday. Enjoy the gift I got you, too."

I try my best to hide the disgust behind a cheerful expression. I really can't tell what Eddie is feeling regarding Damien and his subtle flirtations. Should I shake his hand? It will be more suspicious if I don't. So I shake it back. His hand is cold but soft, not squeezing hard at all. I press down my strength a little more, pressing harder than he is. Treading the waters with how much I can pull before he either spits out whatever he is hiding or leaves.

I thank him and we let our hands go.

Eddie rubs my shoulders and looks at Damien. “I can get you a plate, if you want."

He giggles. “Oh, thank you, but really, I am fine. Just wanted to stop by."

Sweat starts to form under my nice dressy sweater.

Damien looks down again at the gift bag. “Open it, please, you know I wouldn't forget you, Eddie."

I wish he did forget.

Eddie bends down closer to my face so he can see the unpacking right along with me. “Go ahead, darling. You can open it."

I tense up. Uncertainty of this whole situation floods my mind. I can't focus on anything besides my need to get Damien Rogers out of my life.

I pull the paper out of the bag, and then grab a box inside.

Eddie lights up. “Is that more sewing supplies? Thank you, Damien."

Damien nods.

I pull out the next box. It is heavy and wide. I take the lid off.

What. The. Fuck.

I can't believe what my eyes are seeing. He got me…

An urn.

Decorated in pink.

Is he insinuating that our babies are going to die?

What type of fucking gift is this?!

I drop it a few inches in the air onto the table in shock.

“Woah, what-" Eddie said.

Damien watches my unusual reaction. “It is a vase for some beautiful flowers, for a beautiful lady."

A vase? It has a lid. A seal tight lid.

Damien smirks at me and then at Eddie. “Hey, I am actually getting a little thirsty, do you have any soda?"

“Yes, one moment. Thank you for the gifts, Damien. Nice of you to think of us." He says, then walks away and into the kitchen, out of my view.

I need to think of how I can get Damien somewhere more private, and fast. I am ending this. Now.

You have the courage to show up to our home uninvited, without ever supposedly getting the address, come inside, give your boy crush a gift, and you give me an urn mostly meant for ashes?

You're not gonna get away with this.

Trager, who was oblivious and drunk to the whole unfolding gift giving, glances up and sees the urn. I see it on his face. He understands what Damien is implying. He sees right through the flower vase excuse bullshit. He starts to stand up, I can tell he is gonna help me.

“Hey, buddyyyyy." Trager said, approaching Damien. “Here, come get comfy, can't just throw you back out in the cold after this." He pointed to the family room. He led him into the room and onto the couch.

I followed, sitting down on the other end from him. I notice something on his hand, now that I am up closer to him. A fresh scar.

I lifted my legs onto the couch, forming them in a criss crossed position. “Hey, Damien, what happened to your hand?"

“Oh, yeah…" He laughs. “I got really sick recently. I'm fine, I just got rather…uncoordinated and cut my hand by accident."

“Oh, I'm sorry." Lying through my teeth. I hate lying.

Trager nodded at me and gave me a thumbs up out of Damien's view.

I need to act quickly, before Eddie comes back.

Shit.

Wait. I hear Trager stalling Eddie a bit.

I feel the couch's fabric on my now sweaty and cold palms. I feel my heartbeat pounding, blood rushing through my veins in fury. I suddenly spring up, crawling closer and closer to Damien. If I make it look like he touched me and Eddie comes back, Eddie will probably finish it for me. Trager and Eddie have done lots of practicing to keep our identities on the low, which means less ruthless killing. Pounding him in would be still valid and not garner much attention if found out, I mean…who would ever try and hurt a pregnant woman? Heh.

I grab the collar of his shirt tight in my grasp, pulling him close to my face. He looks rather calm for this…tells me he must have been ready, expecting this.

“I know what you're doing." I fumed quietly, teeth showing like a rabid animal. “Stay away from him. Stay away from me. You are trying to get rid of me, aren't you?! I've played these games before!"

I purposely slash at his scar with my nails, if this doesn't provoke him to touch me, I don't know what will. He nearly screams from pain, and from reflex he uses his leg to push me back.

“What the fuck!?" He scowls, grasping his hand, which is starting to bleed from reopening the wound.

“Stay away!" I say loudly, in an attempt to get Eddie in here immediately.

It's time for my performance.

Eddie runs into the room and runs up to the front of us.

“What DID YOU DO?" Eddie shouts at Damien, waking up Arthur from his slumber.

I can't help but smile from joy, I cup my hand around my mouth to hide it.

“She fuckin' pounced on me, dawg!"

I grab Eddie's hand and lean against him, “He groped me…! It was a reflex, I'm so sorry, Eddie! I didn't mean it!"

Looks like my show is working.

Eddie holds me close, rising me up from the couch, holding me in his arms as if they were a cage, protecting me.

Trager runs into the room too, watching from near the entryway closest to the front door.

Eddie growls, “She never lies."

“I didn't grope her, she is fuckin' lying! She is making this shit up!"

Eddie gently lets me go, and he approaches closer to him. He grabs Damien by the neck and raises him into the air, and then throws him onto the ground.

Eddie stares down at him. “Heavier than you look…how could you touch her like that?! I thought you were better than this. How couldn't I have seen it before?! You're filthy…just like…"

The end of his sentence that he didn't finish, I know who he is talking about, his despicable father and uncle.

Damien grasps at his sore neck. “Fuck you, you know I didn't, Eddie, you know me!" He switches his gaze at me. “It's all your fault!"

“You got on my good side just to hurt her, and me?! I DO know you…you are just like them…filthy, vulgar, whores!"

“Eddie…I loved you…how could you not see it…?" He cried.

Eddie grunts with resentment, “Love? You know nothing about love! She loves me! Why would I ever love someone like you?!"

Damien starts to weakly get up. “You were supposed to be mine!"

Eddie grabs him by the arm and with no effort, drags him into the kitchen, showing him the front of the fridge, where the photos of our babies are hung by a magnet in the middle. He points his finger against the photos, using the other to grasp behind Damien's neck, forcing him to look at them.

Eddie bares his teeth, “LOOK! Look at them! My children are everything to me. The love I have for her is infinite, look at what we created, TOGETHER! A love you will NEVER HAVE! How could you hurt her?! How could you…hurt her…while she bares my babies…?! How could you do this on Christmas?! You're lucky I don't SMASH YOUR FACE IN!"

“I…barely even touched her…" He whined.

I walk closer to them. “You kicked me…"

Eddie's grip on his neck nearly breaks it. “WHAT?! WHAT?! YOU…YOU…KICKED HER?"

“To get….her…off….me…" He quivered, barely able to breath.

“YOU FUCKING KICKED HER?! WHERE?! HOW HARD?! OH GOD…" Eddie snapped. “My…my…babies…" He pauses between deep breaths. “MY BABIES! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" He drags him across the floor quickly, and then slams him against the basement door.

Trager wobbles over toward them.

“HOLD HIM." Eddie demands, glaring into Trager's eyes.

Once Trager had a hold on Damien, Eddie stumbled over to me, grabbing my shoulders tight, then pulling me into a hug.

“Are you okay?! Are they okay?!" He wailed into my sweater.

“Yes…I love you… it wasn't hard…"

He shakily grabs at my abdomen. “I…I need to know they are okay…" He picks me up without warning softly, and lays me across the couch, on my side. He is on his knees, caressing my bump. “I'm getting rid of him. You don't even…know how bad I have to kill him…but I can't…we would be discovered…the least I can do is beat his fucking ass…"

He got up from his knees and stormed back over to where Trager held him.

He could barely contain his anger. “Trager. Throw him out. Damien, I would like to never see you or your disgusting face again. If I see you ever again, it will be much worse. Understand? Oh yeah, fuck your job too. I'm quitting. I had better job options anyway, so fuck you. Now, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

“Gotcha." Trager replied. “Let's go, buddy." Trager dragged him towards the front door, picked him up, and then threw him outside, onto the cold concrete, then slamming the door.

He rushes back to me, “Don't you get up, now, darling. I'm going to get you to the hospital."

“Eddie, ah, I…I'm sorry for all this…"

“Don't be…it's my fault…I didn't see who he really was…and I'm so sorry…please forgive me…"

“It isn't your fault either, I love you, okay? I will love you always, through life and death."

Trager enters the room again. “I overheard your conversation, and buddy, we are in luck, I have equipment here, we don't have to go to the hospital to check. It's also Christmas…no one wants to go to the ER on Christmas."

“Right…! I forgot…go get it, hurry!" Eddie replies.

Once Trager fetched his supplies, he checked me out with the stethoscope.

“Her heart is fine." Trager said, hovering over me, while Eddie sat on his knees, holding my hand tight. “I'm going to check for their heartbeats, okay? I am positive they are okay."

“Do what you have to do, please be okay…" Eddie whimpered.

“Ok, here is a fetoscope, you should be at the point in which it will work, which is around four months. Now, can you lift up your sweater, I know Eddie won't let me do it, so…"

Arthur walked into the room, and sat on Trager's seat, concerned but also drunk.

I raise my sweater up nervously.

Trager put the fetoscope on, and placed the end on my tummy, which was a little cold. He traced it around on me for a minute. “Great news, buddy. They are just fine and healthy."

“Oh my god…" Eddie sighed tearfully. “Thank you…I'm so glad they're okay, if they weren't…I would have gone out there and killed him."

The fetoscope I have never had used on me before. It gets you closer to the babies without having to be electronic or machines to use, it is simple like a regular stethoscope. The weight and tension on my shoulders from this ordeal have finally fallen off, knowing my girls are okay, and Damien is definitely gone.

Trager took off the fetoscope and handed it to Eddie. “Here, you try. I don't think you need instructions on this one."

Eddie gasped as it was given to him. He excitedly put it on, and placed the end on my tummy.

“Oh my god…" He whispered. “I…I can hear them…"

“Oh my…I…I can't wait to hear it again." I replied.

He leaned in to kiss me. He moved the fetoscope all around my belly, kissing me again. I rubbed my tummy in relief and hope…

“They….sound so beautiful." Eddie said. “I am so glad to hear them again…oh my god…so beautiful…I missed this perfect sound. Music to my ears."

I can't contain my smile, meanwhile I was faking it earlier when Damien showed up, but now, joy consumes me. Having such a close connection to our babies already, no machines needed, makes my body fill with love.

“Let me try, let me!" I said.

Eddie gave them to me. I look down at my belly, and place it on. The sound hit my ears like a song you'd hear being let into heaven.

“I can't believe this…that…is really coming from inside me…their home...they are so strong…" I whimpered. “It's more beautiful than any sound I've ever heard." I look up at the ceiling, closing my eyes, taking it all in.

Trager said, “They are gonna be big, for sure. I can tell the Walrider gave them a boost."

I propped myself up vertical, taking off the fetoscope slowly in awe.

Eddie embraced me, sitting next to me on the couch now to be closer knowing I'm okay.

Trager stretched his arms above his head. “Congrats, guys. I'm gonna hit the hay, I'll take Arthur with me. Come on, buddy."

We said our goodnights, and a really drunk Arthur got dragged up the stairs by a drunkish ex doctor. He left the fetoscope on the end table with us in case we wanted to use it again.

Eddie and I cuddled for a while, feeling each other's warmth. He smells really good, even for that physical activity that happened today… His cologne smells refreshing.

“So," Eddie starts, stroking my hips from behind, spooning me. “I am so eager for when the time comes that I will be able to feel my babies move inside you."

Heat rushes to my face. “Heheh, I can't wait either…I bet it will feel so euphoric."

“Oh, I know it will, darling." He slid his hands underneath my sweater, feeling my soft breasts, the other hand feeling my soft tummy. “I enjoy how you haven't been wearing bras at all, lately…"

I breathe heavily, his touch is driving me insane, I can't take it. “Hehe, I…I love this. Our first Christmas together…"

“God, you're so hot."

My back arches instinctually, pressing my behind against him even more. I moan softly, feeling his cock get bigger and bigger as he feels me. He reaches for my sweater, he starts pulling it off of me, above my head, and onto the floor.

“Wha…" I whisper. He is ravenous…

He tears off my pants next, and my panties. The lights have been dimmed, the only lights turned on in the room are the Christmas lights, lighting up my naked body in bright colors.

He scrambles to take his clothes off in a hurry. His breath is heavy. Now both of us are nude downstairs…if someone comes back down here or if Damien comes back…

He grasps my hips and brings us into the doggy position on the couch, standing on my hands and knees.

“You ready, darling?" Eddie asks, his erection nearly pulsing against my vulva.

“Y…yeah…give it to me…" I whimper.

He slides himself inside, where he belongs. I moan as quiet as I can keep it, but I don't care if they hear, they are probably passed out anyway. He grunts as he takes slow thrusts in and out, holding my hips, pulling them back and forth.

He gets down closer to me, his big chest against my back, his head next to mine from above. “You are mine…"

“Yes…always…"

“No one else can ever have you…" He growls, fucking me slowly, feeling his muscles tense with pleasure. “You belong to me."

I squeal but try to quiet down as best I can. He gets a bit faster. I arch my back downward and look back at him, my face hot, mouth agape from the overbearing pleasure.

“You are so fucking mine." He feels around my body, caressing my belly, his warm hands send chills down my spine as they explore my body.

“It feels," I huff, “Kinda…heavy…" referring to the hanging bump.

“Feels amazing…so soft…so…nice and…big…."

“I know, oh god, yeah…"

“By impregnating you, I claimed you, everyone who sees us knows I own you."

“Yes, fuck, yes…keep it up…"

“You are the best gift I could ever be given… this gift you have given me, holding my babies…your physique is a gift…everything is…especially this…wet, inviting pussy. Everytime I look at you, I want to devour you. With you looking… swollen with my young, you are literally impossible to resist…"

“Oh god, ahh, yes, holy fuck…I can barely resist even, augh, looking at myself in a mirror, fuck…"

“I can't resist you, darling. Turn towards me, I want to see…"

I moved my hips forward, letting his thick, long cock slip out, making a “schlorp" sound…

I flip over onto my back, propped up against the arm of the couch. Eddie placed a pillow down for me to raise my hips up, allowing better entry. I spread my legs open after sitting down onto the pillow.

He admired me from above. “Darling…you are such a beautiful vessel for my seed. God, I can't get enough of it…" He aimed towards my pussy and he slid back in. He comes in closer, his belly on mine, kissing me. His tongue felt delectable inside my mouth. One of his hands went back to rubbing around my waist. We unlocked lips, looking into each other's eyes. “Your muscles are contracting around my cock, keep that up and I'll cum."

“I can't…help it…"

“Hmm…does doing this," he massages both of his hands into my tummy, “make you do that?" He stopped thrusting, remaining still inside of me.

“Y….yeah, auhh…fuck me…"

“I feel it again, you love when I give attention to your…absolutely invigorating belly…"

“Mmmm fuck…fuck, keep going, please, I need it, so bad…"

He starts to move his hips back and forth again, his warm skin hitting against mine. I whimper and moan beneath him as he rearranges my insides for a good five-ten minutes.

My face is sweating, red, clearly near my limits, driven to absolute animalistic ways.

“Do you wanna…try something different?" He asks.

“Yeah, like…?"

“Here," He holds my hand as we both get up off the couch. “Get down on your knees like the good girl you are…"

I heave in excitement, doing as he tells me to. I am so small down here compared to him, towering above me like a skyscraper. He comes around behind my back.

“Lay down on your back, short periods of time are okay for it right now." He commanded.

I get onto my back against the carpet flooring. He gets down on his knees too in front of my head, then onto all fours. Before I know it, his cock is hanging in my face. His warm mouth licks and sucks at my pussy, and as he does, his dick jerks in front of me, begging to be pleasured. He groans as he eats me out, I start moaning too. I have never done six-nine with him before…this is gonna get interesting. I grasp his cock, rubbing it a little, then aiming it towards my lips. He feels my lips against his tip, his hip starts to gently aim inside. I suck his cock from the tip to the base, and he grinds himself in and out of my mouth. Having a mouthful of cock is…also invigorating. We moan along with each other as we suck. His upper torso grinds against my tummy, he tries to not push against it too hard.

He can tell I'm gonna cum, I can barely catch my breath from the noise I make, he starts to finger me at the same time, first putting in one finger, then two, then three. It feels so good, his big fingers inside all while he sucks at my clit, I'm about to cum, I can't take it anymore. He speeds up thrusting into my mouth which only makes me even crazier, saliva spills out from the edges of my mouth, dripping down the sides of my face. He gets faster with his hands and tongue and so does his hips.

I start cumming, my muscles squeezing around his fingers tight, and at the same time he busts too, I feel his cock twitch with each pump of his seed that shoots deep inside my throat. He pulls his fingers out and holds himself up by his arms, looking back at me. He slides out of my mouth, cum and saliva mixed together drip almost like a waterfall off of his cock, it's left encased in it. There is so much cum…

I swallowed it all, sighing once it got down my throat. Extra cum leaked out of my mouth. Wet and sticky saliva from deep down my throat were brought up by the face fucking, a thick strand was stuck from my lips to his dick. He sat down against the edge of the couch, looking at me with a hot, pleased face.

“Oh god. That was…crazy…" I said, wiping the wetness off of my face with my wrist. I sat in front of him.

“You take me so well from both ends…I prefer cumming inside you, against your womb, but god damn, darling. I make a mess of both ends…"

He holds his arms open for me to join him in his lap. I bury my face in his neck in a tight hug. His hot and kinda moist chest felt amazing against mine, as I am usually cold all the time. We sat there naked for a while, enjoying each other and holding one another. We also talked about possible baby names.

“I hope I didn't shake them up too much in there." Eddie chuckled, kissing my cheek, and down my neck.

“Heheh, they're just fine, no worries…"

After the aftercare, we both grabbed our clothes into a ball in our arms and sprinted for our bedroom to go to sleep, and to not get caught naked in the main areas of the house.

Today was…crazy. But it ended on a good note.

I am sure Damien won't bother us anymore…