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Stormy: A Fictional Narrative

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Over the months following the attack, Stormy went to a therapist for counseling. I won’t lie, it fucking gutted me every time she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming for help, dry heaving, then sobbing while Drew and I hugged her.
She constantly got tested for STD’s, until the doctor said she was in the clear.
One night while standing in front of the closet mirror, she rubbed her hands over her swollen pregnant belly. “It’s so unfair to them, I’m a mess. I have to get past this for them. What if they come out messed up because of all of this?” She said.
“The doctor said they’ll be fine, they’re still growing strong.”
“No, I mean, what if my trauma and emotional breakdowns cause them to have issues later on in life?” She …show more content…

She put her finger to her mouth and smiled, I followed her out of the nursery, “You’re crazy if you think that’s happening again!” She said, as she sauntered toward our bedroom.
“But…” I started argue.
Stormy spun around, hands on her hips, “No, Rhett. I want to enjoy those two for a few years.”
Drew walked in, “I take it he’s trying to convince you to have more already, again?”
“Yes! He’s crazy!” Stormy quietly shouted, and threw her arms in the air.
“Fine,” I pouted, “No need for name calling.”
She wrapped her around my neck, “That doesn’t mean we can’t still practice.” He voice was husky and her nipples hard against my chest.
“I can live with that.” I kissed the corner of her mouth and lowered her to the bed.
Drew quickly started stripping out of his clothes, but stopped the second one of the babies cry filled the room. “Wait for it…wait for it.” Then the other started crying.
I climbed off Stormy, “They are the best at cock blocking, but I wouldn’t change it for the …show more content…

“Can we go into the living room and sit down?” Sandy suggested.
Stormy shook her head, “Is she…?”
“Yes ma’am.” Sandy answered, softly.
Stormy’s hands flew to her mouth, “My…my baby girl?” Tears filled her eyes.
“Miss Sandy, she’s crying. I didn’t do anything.” The girl looked panicked.
Drew was still standing off to the side, “Holy shit.” He repeated.
“Cussing is bad.” The little girl said.
Stormy laughed through her tears, then stood up. We followed her to the living room. Sandy handed Easton to Stormy, the little girl stood silently beside Sandy, her eyes bouncing between all of us. “I have some questions and paperwork that I need to review with you. Do you have time?” Sandy asked.
“Yes,” Drew knelt down, “Lola,” he swallowed hard, “Do you want something to snack on or anything to drink?”
Her eyes widened, “I can have a snack?”
“Yes,” his eyebrows drew in, “Rhett will take you and little Easton into the kitchen and you can pick out any thing you want while Stormy and I talk to Miss Sandy. How does that sound?”
She smiled,

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