Unintended Intruder - 10 - EPILOG
"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