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Christmas time with my crew.

We found a moment to sit the guys down to talk about the babies during dinner the next day. It was excruciating for Eddie to keep his joy inside until now, I almost thought he would have a stroke holding it in.

“So,” Rick starts, slurping ramen noodles from his bowl at the dining room table, “Tell me. What’s the news, buddy?”

Arthur stares at Eddie and I, with Eddie standing behind my chair, his hands on my shoulders from behind. His fork was frozen mid-air as he awaited our response.

I reached my hand up onto Eddie’s hand. “Well, Trager…you were right.”

He nearly spits out his ramen. “SERIOUS?”

Eddie adds, “We are having twins…two baby girls.”

Arthur claps, Trager leans back in his chair in some sort of disbelief or shock.

Arthur exclaims, “Aw, girls?! I am so happy for ya guys. I can’t wait to meet them!”

Trager turned his head to look at Arthur, rolling his eyes and leaning his elbows against the table, holding his chin, “You sure they’ll wanna meet you? You look like a freak show.”

“You do too, dude!” Arthur chuckles.

“I’m sure they will love to meet their extended family; Trager and Arthur!” I joked.

“I have to give it to you, Richard.” Eddie said. “You guessed right. Even though you said it drunkenly, your prediction was still true.”

He picked his fork up again and twirled noodles around in his bowl, slightly bashfully, “Heh, thanks buddy. I’m a doctor, of course. It was very hard to not notice that your pretty wife looked…fuller by a little bit compared to the normal growth rate of patients.”

Makes me realize that Trager always tries to hide the fact that he stares at me, especially there…probably craves experimenting on it.

“Ugh, you’re such a pervert, Richard.” Eddie taunted.

“Am NOT!” He replied.

“...You were pleasuring yourself in the cabin, remember that one?”

“YOU were fucking!”

“You were masturbating!”

“ENOUGH!” I said.

Holy shit, this place is a nuthouse. I love them, though.

~

It is getting closer and closer to Christmas day. To celebrate the season as well as their freedom, we all went to an indoor ice skating rink. Of course…sadly… I could not participate at all.

Eddie sat with me, holding me close on a bench facing the cold rink. He nudged his head close to mine, meanwhile Arthur flew by us on the skates like a rocket engine.

“WOOOAaa-” Could be heard as he passed, only for a split second. I burst out laughing.

“These idiots.” Eddie grunts. “Those two make my head hurt.” He smirked a little, at least I know he is just joking.

Trager soon caught up again on his skates, stopping and scraping the ice at the ledge surrounding the rink, to talk to us.

Trager adjusted his red sweater. “Buddy, did you see how fast that little fucker is going? Jesus christ.”

“Ha! I didn’t know he had this in him.” I replied.

“Buddy!” Trager said to Eddie, leaning onto the ledge for support. “Join us!”

Eddie shaked his head gently. “No can do, Richard. If she can’t skate, neither can I.”

“Dude, listen, yeah I was a doctor and all, but, sometimes you gotta say fuck it.”

“I’d much rather be here with her anyway, and my little girls.”

“I have to say hello to them once I am done here. I’m going to try and catch up to Arthur now, that fast fuck. See ya soon, you lovebirds.”

He scurried away. Eddie pulled me closer, his body heat makes me feel like I am covered in a blanket. The dark green sweater he is wearing is really cute, and also really sexy, but I can’t fuck right here, so that has to be for later.

“Are you cold, darling?” His blue eyes hypnotized mine, his face inches from me.

“Uh, a little chilly, but I will be fi-”

“I can’t let you feel cold on my watch. Come with me, let’s go get you some hot chocolate.”

He got up from the bench first. It is like my vision is in slow motion, watching him hold my hand and raise me up to my feet with him. Being so small and vulnerable in a new place, new environment, yet he is with me, treading through it all with me. We walked together towards the exit of the rink that leads to a locker and hang out area, the light from the next room lighting up the entryway. I fell behind slightly, watching him hold my hand as he walked first, the lights illuminating around the edges of his body. He looked back at me with such a joyful look. I have seen him depressed, angry, furious, annoyed. I get butterflies in my stomach watching his face form such a pleasant expression. The world behind his eyes… I am grateful to be this close to him even so that I can know about it. I blindly follow wherever he takes me, and we eventually make it to the concession stand. He gets a hot chocolate for the both of us, and we go back to our bench that watches the rink.

I sat down with him again, taking sips. It warmed me up almost instantly. I place my head against his arm, closing my eyes, enjoying the moment.

Our peace felt amazing.

Until.

A random man approaches us.

“Mr. Gluskin!” He said.

Who the fuck? I gripped Eddie harder.

“Oh, hey Damien.” Eddie said, in a monotone voice.

This must be his manager. From what I have heard so far, I do not like him one bit. He sat down next to me. An anger I feel dwelling deep inside me swells, the flame has been lit. Eddie doesn’t like him this close to me either, one of his hands gripped my thigh tighter. The flame in my body is confused where it should go, his hand on my thigh starts confusing it.

“Who is this?” Damien jokes. “Is this your wife?”

“Yes, Damien.” Eddie rolls his eyes.

Eddie clearly just wants him gone. Eddie is charismatic, but with this guy, he wants next to nothing to do with Damien, besides having to work under him.

“You didn’t tell me she was preggers!”

I felt Damien’s unworthy eyes on me.

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah. Isn’t she a beauty?”

“How far along are you guys?”

“3 months-ish.”

He looks a little surprised. “Really? She’s…”

I give Damien an unamused stare, “Big? I know.”

“We are having twins.” Eddie says.

“Wow. Happy for you guys. I didn’t know you got it on, dude. Now it makes sense that you said you can’t work on latex…”

“Um.” Eddie said awkwardly. “Thanks.”

“Hey, nice meeting you hun, but I have to tell your husband some work related stuff, it will only take a second.”

My heart rate increases. A weird pit feeling inside is nagging at me.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” Eddie says, patting my head and kissing it as he got up from the bench, leaving his hot chocolate next to me.

The two men stroll away and I wonder what could possibly be this secretive regarding his job? Even though my body is warmed up from the hot chocolate, the hairs on my back stand straight up in anxiousness. The farther and farther they walk away, the more scared I become. They eventually stop at the end of the other side of the rink, next to the farthest bench.

Damien isn’t expecting me to be able to see them, or even be looking, but he should know that I see everything. I see everything. Nothing gets past me. Not anymore. Maybe I will mic Eddie his next shift, with or without him knowing it's on him. Whatever is going on…I will find out. I didn’t get this far just to have everything fucked.

Damien nods about something enthusiastically, and he puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. I squint my brows down in anger more.

His hand starts to feel down my groom’s arm, almost erotically. My blood runs cold. Eddie yanks his hand off. I hear Eddie’s voice raise. He doesn’t like being touched by anyone besides me.

While I was inside my own head observing that, Trager appeared behind me.

He looks at me eagerly, about to say something in a good mood, but he notices Eddie and Damien. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Damien Rogers.” I grunt. “His manager.”

“Is everything, like, good?”

“I don’t know.”

Trager bends by the waist to view me at an equal level to him. “Want me to kill him? He looks like his organs would sell real well on the black market.”

“I don't know yet.” I look at Rick and then back to staring at the new enemy. “Not yet. I want to be the one to do it, if I have to.”

He laughed. “You? You think you have it in ya? With that small body? Well…it will get bigger…”

“You have no idea of what I am capable of, buddy.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t worry, you will.”

“Do you want me to go beat his ass? I happen to be carrying some illegal substances that can harm others.” He nudges me playfully.

“Don’t beat his ass just yet, just go over there and see what the heck is going on with them, please…you can use whatever fent you got, just get him away for now, but don’t kill him…Rick, I have been suspicious of him for a while now. He was feeling up on Eddie just now.”

“Ooh, finally some spice. I’ll go check it out for ya. I’ll be back.”

Richard starts to head over to where the two are standing while in his rental skates still.

I watch as Damien turns to look at Trager who is approaching him, and a slightly horrified look forms on his face at the sight of the ex-doctor. Eddie looks relieved to see a familiar face intervene after whatever that was. Damien backs off, I guess he is finished telling him whatever he needed to hear for work. I doubt that was for work…

What makes this Damien bitch so touchy with my beloved? What makes him have to? Only one reason.

He is trying to take him away from me.

Eddie is for sure a hottie, and he does stand out a lot, but why does this have to happen now? I am pregnant with his children and his lowlife manager is trying to ruin it.

Eddie starts walking back to our bench. Out of Eddie’s view, Trager flings some laced powder at Damien without anyone noticing. Trager starts coming back over to us, pretending like he didn’t just lace someone. Damien didn’t notice anything, so he left out the opposite side. Hopefully that makes him get in a car crash on the way home.

“What just happened?” I asked Eddie, trying to not let my eyelid twitch.

Eddie grunts. “Ugh. I don’t like him. Just stupid stuff about management or something. I assume he just didn’t want to stress a pregnant woman.”

Trager replies, “I would really like to make him my next experiment.”

I grab him by the arms and ask firmly, “Are you okay? Why did he touch you?”

I see a light dim in his eyes. “I don’t know. I will be fine, for you, my love.”

He sits back down and takes sips out of his hot chocolate cup. Trager leans himself against the wall between the ice rink and floor.

“Where in the actual fuck is Arthur? Is his dumbass still skating?” Trager looks around, trying to spot him.

Out of nowhere, Arthur waddles up to us on his skates, holding a cotton candy.

“Where did you get that buddy? Give me some!” Trager says, trying to snatch a piece.

Arthur plops himself down next to me. “Get your own, bro!”

“Bitch. Fine.” He rolls his eyes.

Eddie can see on my face that I am still somewhat shaken up by seeing Damien touch him. “Darling, it’s okay, I am here. He is gone. You won’t have to see him again. We barely even talk at work.”

Eddie is right about one thing. He won’t have to see Damien again.

Not one thing on this earth is going to get between me and my love.