He said how many babies?

I have no idea how long I lost consciousness this time, but when I woke up, I figured it was a long time due to the amount of blood I lost. I was so afraid that I lost the baby. The stress from being shot and making love with my well endowed husband, I’m sure, didn’t help.

I opened my eyes when I felt Vince holding my hand a little tighter than normal. I wiggled my fingers to kinda grab his attention and also to get some feeling back into my hand and fingers.

“Oh, baby! You scared me! How are you feeling?” Vince asks me.

“I don’t know how I’m feeling I just woke up. I didn’t mean to scare you at all. Did Matt come by? What did he say?? How’s the baby?”

“Matt’s still here, he’s in the living room. Let me go get him. If you can, sit up and take a few sips of water.”

I nod and get re-adjusted in bed to get comfortable. I notice the sheets – they’ve been changed. I’m going to guess the sheets were changed while I was still unconscious.

“Maggie, I’m glad to see you awake. You had Vince really worried about you. He asked that I didn’t tell your mom or brother – he didn’t want them to worry at all.”

“Matt, just tell me what happened after I lost consciousness….again. I’m tired of passing out. What I want to know is how the baby is.”

“I’m not going to lie. The BABIES was stressed from the adrenaline rush that you had from when you got shot and from having sex several times with your husband. As soothing as sex can be, it can add more stress -----"

“What do you mean by ‘babies’, Matt? We thought you told Mags that it was ‘baby’ – as in singular, as in ONE baby, not multiple!” Vince said interrupting Matt.

“Just relax. I did another exam on Mags when I rushed to the room. I did a sonogram and found two babies – one is hiding behind the other. No worries, they’re healthy, they’re fine. Mags, no sex for twelve hours. Can you handle that?” Matt asked me.

I started to laugh.

“Matt, if you knew me, you wouldn’t have asked me if I could handle twelve hours without sex. There’s NO way in hell I can go twelve hours without sex. I’m a borderline sex addict. If you don’t believe me, ask my husband!”

“Trust me, Matt; my wife is a full blown sex addict. I swear she can’t go twenty to thirty minutes without sex,” Vince said, turning to me and smiling. “I wish I could get a break but I will never ask for one. I love my beautiful wife too much to deny her sexual appetite.”