Sharks and Minnows

As I sit in the doctor’s office, my head swims. I’m nervous, and I think I’m going to throw up. Granted, I was pretty sure Noemi felt a hundred times worse, having thrown up twice before we even left her apartment to come to the doctor. The nurse leads us into this tiny, dark room with a freakish looking bed with stirrups attached to it, and I suddenly realize why I heard the OBGYN referred to as “the bad doctor” for all of these years. The whole place makes me think of some warped horror movie, and Noemi chuckles a bit as she looks at me.

“You look like you’re going to pass out,” she smiles, and I nod weakly.

“This place is like filʹm uzhasov…uh, horror movie,” I say quietly, and she smiles weakly.

“Yeah, this place does kind of suck, but we’re here, so deal with it,” she whispers right before the doctor walks in. I kind of zone out until I see the doctor about to stick something up Noemi’s…well, I wasn’t exactly sure what the doctor was sticking where but Noemi bit back another laugh as she looked at me.

“Isn’t this supposed to be on her stomach?” I ask, and the doctor smiles sympathetically at me.

“No, the pregnancy isn’t far enough along yet to really see anything externally, so we’re doing an internal ultrasound,” the doctor explains before sticking the weird instrument inside of Noemi. She makes a weird face, and I immediately reach out and squeeze her hand supportively. The doctor moves the thing around a bit, and then hits a few buttons underneath the screen. I couldn’t really tell what I was looking at, but as the doctor removes the instrument, I look to her for an explanation.

“Well, it seems like you’re carrying three perfectly healthy babies Miss Benko,” the doctor smiles. I feel the blood rush from my head, and as I look at Noemi, she is just as milk white as I feel.

“Did you say three?” she squeaks.

“Yes ma’am. From the looks of the placenta, you’re carrying identical triplets. Do multiples run in your family?” the doctor asks. Noemi nods slowly.

“Vyatoe derʹmo(holy shit)…three?” I ask quietly. The doctor proceeds to bring up the pictures she had taken, pointing out each one of the three creepy alien looking things that were babies. We both left the office jelly legged and frazzled.

“Triplets?” I croak as we get into my car.

“Looks like you’ll be trading in this thing for a mini-van,” Noemi chuckles weakly, obviously trying to find some humor in our now seemingly hopeless situation.

“I guess so,” I mutter, starting the engine.

“You are going to stick around, right?” Noemi asks all of a sudden as we pulled off of the highway towards her apartment. I take a brief second to glance at her.

“You’re kidding right?” I ask. Tears filled her eyes.

“Oh God, no I don’t mean like that! I meant, yes I am staying. What man wouldn’t stay?” I cry, immediately pulling over into the parking lot of her building and looking into her eyes. She blinks furiously, her eyes still threatening to spill over with tears. Sure enough, the tears begin to flow and I brush them off of her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.

“Ne plach’,”(Don’t cry) I mutter before slipping out of the car. I open her door and unbuckle her seat belt, and she’s still crying. I pull her up and into my arms, and hug her tightly. Her tears begin to seep into my brown tee-shirt, and I start to rock gently. I mutter gentle nothings to her in Russian, and try to get her to calm down.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just…my dad left my mom after he found out I was a girl…” she squeaks, and I hug her even more tightly.

“I’ll love these babies boy or girl,” I say firmly, and Noemi looks up at me with wide, tear filled, bright blue eyes.

“What about me Vladimir? Will you love me too, or will we go our separate ways and just have the kids to keep us together?” she croaks, and I suddenly realize that the pregnancy isn’t the only thing she’s afraid of. She’s afraid to be alone through all of this, and I take her little hands in mine.

“I’ll try. Love…love we have to learn, yeah?” I ask, and she nods weakly.

“Yeah,” she says quietly, and I hug her to my chest once more. Eventually she’s composed enough to walk up the stairs to her second floor apartment, and she invites me inside. She heads directly for her bedroom, and curls up in her bed the second she gets to it. I don’t wait for an invitation, but I climb in beside her and hold her against my chest. Her head is resting on my arm, and her hand is lightly pressed against my chest. She’s beautiful and afraid, and when she looks at me again, I know she can see fear reflected in my own features. I’d have to be insane to not be afraid right now, but I’m trying to keep my shit together for her.

“It’s okay to be scared Vladimir…I am too,” she whispers, and then she tilts her head up and presses her lips against mine. The kiss is sweet and fleeting, a kiss full of trust and companionship. I return the kiss, but when she kisses me back, the innocence is gone. I can feel the need burning in her lips, and I kiss her back just as feverishly as she laces her fingers through my hair. She rolls on top of me and straddles my waist. She looks at me, and I nod slowly, letting her know that I want exactly what she wants. I’m amazed at how fast we went from cuddling to turned on, but I don’t question it as she tugs my shirt up over my head and dusts my chest and abdomen with light kisses. I’m getting hard, and fast, and she grinds her hips against me as she slides up my torso to kiss me once again. Her tongue crashes against mine, and I somehow manage to get her top off as well. My hands brush against her now hard nipples through the black lace of her bra, and she grinds even harder against me. I unhook her bra and slip it off before cupping her milky breasts in my hands. I toy with her nipples as her hands find my belt, and pretty soon my belt is on the floor as well. She unbuttons my pants quickly, and slides them off before I roll over and pin her beneath me. I kiss her neck, making my way down her collar bone, and then I take her nipple in my mouth. I bite and tease it, and roll the other one between my fingers. She moans and runs her fingers through my hair. I kiss my way down her abdomen, stopping right above the waistband of her jeans, and she grins. I unbutton her jeans and slide them off before continuing to kiss my way down her body. I purposely avoid her most sensitive area, and instead kiss all the way down to her feet before making my way back up her inner thigh. I run my finger against the plain black fabric of her panties, and they’re soaking wet already. I feel my dick twitch, and I look at her before kissing right above her clit firmly. I slip her panties off in one swift motion, and then kiss her clit. She gasps and bucks her hips forward, and so I run my tongue along her moist folds, flicking inside of her quickly before taking her sensitive nub between my teeth and lapping at it gently with my tongue. I slip two fingers inside of her and probe her, and soon enough her body is rolling with an orgasm. As soon as she recovers, she grabs me by my hair and pulls me upwards, flipping over in the process. She tugs my boxers off and rubs herself against the head of my dick. I groan as she runs her hands up my chest, and then she suddenly perches herself above me and slowly slides down my length. I’m amazed that she can take all of me, and she’s the tightest I’ve ever felt. I am suddenly thankful that I’m not drunk, and I plant my hands on her hips as she starts to shift ever so slightly. Once she is adjusted to my size, she starts to rock up and down slowly, and I roll over so that she is no longer on top. Her eyes are burning with lust, and I thrust into her so slowly that it’s agonizing for the both of us. As I hit her sweet spot her eyes flutter, and I thrust into her once again, although a little more quickly this time. Soon enough I am riding with her fast and hard and we’re both gasping for breath.

“Vladimir, I’m almost there, come on,” she gasps, and I grunt in acknowledgement. I sink into her one final time, and we both roll into heavy orgasms.

“Oh my God…” she croaks, and I collapse against her. My entire body is weak, and I simply kiss the inside of her neck.

“Best I’ve ever had,” I mutter before pulling out. She nods in agreement and curls up against me before drifting off to sleep.