Unintended Intruder - 10 - EPILOG

Story by Little Red Wolf on SoFurry

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"Mr ... McCain?"

"Yes Ma'am?"

Terry jumped up from his seat as the nurse called his name.

"There's been

some confusion with the paperwork," the charge nurse told him as she looked at

a pair of clipboards. "We have you named as the father of the children from two

of our mothers, tonight."

"Abigale and

Marcy?" he asked and the woman's eyes went flat. "Both are correct," he told

her with a smile which turned his cheeks deep red.

"Uh-huh," the nurse

replied with fierce disapproval written on every bit of her.

"Are they

alright?" he almost shouted as the heat in his blood spurred him into

semi-hysterical concern.

"For now," the

nurse told him, "but there were some ... complications. Trauma to the basal layer

looks bad enough to scar. It's unlikely either woman will have children again."

"But they're

alright," Terry said as the fear which had gripped him began to relax its hold.

"Don't look too

relieved," the nurse spoke with a disapproving look.

"When the

doctors took them out for surgery," Terry told the nurse. "I didn't know if

they'd make it."

"Uh-huh," the

nurse huffed with an unpleasant look.

"So," Terry

took a breath and then asked the question which had stuck in his throat, "how

are my babies?"

"Well," the

nurse scowled, "you'll be happy to know you're the proud father of a baby boy

and a baby girl. And for some reason they both want to see you. I should warn

you polygamy is still illegal in this country, Mr. McCain."

"Only if I

marry the both of them," Terry told her with a sheepish grin, "and Marcy already

said no."

"Interesting,"

the nurse commented with an annoyed twitch. "Sign here, please." He scribbled. "And

here." He scribbled again. "This way, please. You may now see your ... family."

Terry nodded

dumbly as he stepped through the doors to where they were waiting for him. He

had gone into a dead panic when the doctors declared they were going to have to

operate. A bunch of medical jargon had flown through the air to tell him that

something had gone horribly wrong and the lives of both mothers and children

were in danger. Now as he moved through the halls, he heard the sweet sound of

crying infants.

The mini-squalls

cut off almost immediately upon him entering the room. Abigale and Marcy had

been put side-by-side and each of them held a small bundle in their arms. The

ordeal had left both women looking exhausted and worn, but the smiles on their

faces told of their elation.

They survived ... they all survived.

Tears began to

well up in Terry's eyes as he moved over to Abigail's bed and stared down at

his son. Deep blue eyes stared up at him and the boy's mother let out a weak

laugh.

"He was waiting

for you," she told him.

"So is this

one," Marcy called from the other bed, "come see."

Terry moved to

the other bed where his daughter lay and she too looked up at him with wide and

curious eyes. Something about their gazes looked strange in his mind. They were

too searching ... too intelligent ... too ... aware. Or maybe this is how all fathers see their children.

"Whoa," he

breathed, "I ... I don't know what to do. They're so beautiful. I ... I just."

"Oh, sit down

before ya fall," Marcy scolded him gently, and his rear quickly found a seat.

"We were

talking about you," Abigale told Terry, and her face told him there was another

hard truth coming.

"You ... don't

want me in the picture," he predicted.

"It wouldn't be

fair to you," Marcy told him. "We kinda used you to get these little critters

and now ..."

"Now I'm in the

way," Terry lamented.

"Terry,"

Abigale told him, "what we did ... it was wrong ... but I don't want you to-"

"No," Terry cut

her off, "you don't get to do that now. Those are my children. Mine. You don't get to dangle them in

front of me and then tell me I can't be a part of their lives."

"So, what's

your plan, kid?" Marcy asked with a furrowed brow.

"I'm going with

you," he told her. "I've got my own place and a job. If you move ... you tell me

where and I'll set up somewhere nearby. Dads are important ... even if they've

got two moms they still need me."

"Well damn,"

Marcy scowled as she looked over at Abigale, "you were right."

"Told you," the

brunette mother said with a glimmer in her eyes. "He's one in a million."

"Fine," Marcy

huffed, "but he doesn't get to put his dick in me again ... it was just that one

time."

"But I can

still have him ... right?" Abigale asked Marcy hopefully.

"As long as you

do it on your own time," the older of the two women conceded. "I still need my

Abby-time."

Terry was grateful

that he was already sitting because his whole body went rubbery when Abigale

turned her gaze back to him.

"You don't need

to get your own place, Terry," Marcy told him with her businesswoman voice.

"We'll get a house and you'll stay with us. Abby and I get a bedroom and you'll

get your own. I was going to be mean and get you a twin-bed but I don't want my

Abby being uncomfortable when she's getting all freaky with you or having you get your boy juice all

over our bed ... so, I'll get you a queen."

"Uhm ... thanks,"

Terry managed to say as his head swam. "So ... what's next?"

"Next, I need a

nap," Marcy told him as she leaned back and held their daughter to breast.

"Yeah," Abigale

nodded as she did the same, "that sounds nice."

Terry looked

between the two of them with a helpless expression on his face. I thought I had been found by a pair of

cougars ... only to discoverer a pride of lionesses. Then he looked at his

children and he could not help but smile.

I am a buck ripe for slaughter ... and though this adventure is somewhere I have

never travelled ... gladly do I go into that blessed night.

THE END