The Cost Of Winning

FIANNA'S POV :

"Mommy, me ams sitted down. Cans me has one now?" Bren pleads, holding out her arms.

"Scoot over a little closer to Daddy, so he can help you, and then you can."

She slides down the couch to snuggle up against Ash and reaches out again, and I carefully lay the baby I'm holding across her arms, while Ash puts out his hand to steady her head.

"Oooh, her so cute! Who this one is, Aunt 'Kaela?"

"That's Abby, Smidge. Uncle Ryan has Haylee right now," Miki informs her.

She gives little Abby a big smoochy kiss on the forehead, saying, "Hewwo, baby Abby, me is Bwenna, and me wills pway wif yous if yous huwwy and gets big. And me wills pway wif Haywee too," She looks back at Miki and Ryan, and asks, "Is them the same kind of babies, wike Wucy and Wiwy ats mine school? Miss Kim has to puts they's name on thems, or her don't knows who they is."
"No, sweetie, they're not identical," Ryan says, walking over to the couch and crouching down so she can see Haylee. "Take a look now, Muffin, and you can see that their faces are different, so everybody will know who's who."

She inspects both babies for a minute, and announces, "You ams wight, Unca Wy! Baby Abby gots more wound face, and baby Haywee don'ts. But thems gots lello hair wike yous does."

"Yes, they do. And when they get a little bigger, we can see if they have eyes like mine, or like Aunt 'Kaela's"

"Mines eyes am wike Daddy's, and mines hair, too," Bren observes.

Ash slides the baby out of her arms and holds her up to his shoulder, and tells Bren, "Yes, but you have Mommy's nose and mouth, and her curls, so you look like both of us. And I think that's what's going to happen with these two. Haylee there sort of has the shape of Aunt 'Kaela's face, but she's longer than Abby, so I think she might be taller, kind of like Uncle Ryan."

At that point, Haylee starts to cry, which seems to set Abby off, and it becomes pretty apparent that they're both hungry, so Ash gets up off of the couch and takes Abby over to Miki, while Ryan sits back down next to her with Haylee.

"Them are noisy, Mommy! How them be so noisy when them is wittle?" Bren asks, putting her hands over her ears.

"Because they have to be, Smidge. They can't talk yet, so crying is the only way they can tell somebody if they're hungry, or they feel bad, or if they need a clean diaper," I explain. "That's how I knew when you wanted something, until you learned how to talk."

We say goodbye to Miki and Ryan, and get ready to leave, so they can get the babies fed, and maybe get a chance to rest for a few minutes when Yvonne comes back from the store, since she's staying there for a few days to fuss over the girls. They just missed sharing Bren's birthday, being born the day after, on June 10th, so they're three days old, and this is the first time she's gotten to see them, since she's too young to be allowed to visit in the hospital.

We go home, and I make dinner while Ash puts the final touches on Bren's playhouse. He wound up doing it by himself, since Ryan wasn't able to come over and help, so it's taken a bit longer than we planned on. When he comes in to wash up, he tells her, "I finally got it done, so you can actually play in your castle tomorrow, cutie."

"Yay! Cans Ivy come to pway, too?"

"I don't know, sweetie, but I'll call Mr. Jeff in the morning and ask him if it's okay. Now sit down, and lets have supper."

After we eat, we go to the living room, and let her watch a movie before I take her to have her bath. As I'm getting her into the tub, she asks, "Does yous think babies was cute, Mommy? Me thinks so, but they is much noisy."

"Yes, Smidge, I think they're very cute," I tell her. "All little babies are cute." Then, as I reach for the bath scrunchie, I almost fall into the tub when I hear her next question.

"Can us has one?" she burbles. "Us needs a new baby, too."

"You really think so?" I finally manage to get out. "I thought you said they were too noisy."

"That 'cause there's two of they," she responds. "Us can just gets one, and that wills be not so much woud." Apparently, she's been thinking this through.

"Well, I'd have to talk to Daddy about that first, and see what he thinks, Smidge."

She looks up at me, very seriously, and nods her head vigorously. "Because him have to helps yous pick out which one yous want, wight?"

I just sort of nod as I soap her up, and say, "Yes, something like that, Bren."

I get her dried off and into her pajamas, then put her into bed and read her bedtime story. Ash comes up just before I finish, so we both get our goodnight kisses, and he sings to her until her eyes start drooping. We get up and head for the door, and as I turn off the light, she mumbles, "Mommy, don'ts forgot to asks he."

"I won't forget, Smidge. Sweet dreams."

After I close the door, he sort of raises an eyebrow. "Don't forget to ask me what?"

I pause for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to phrase it, which causes the eyebrows to go up again. Finally, I say, "We had a rather interesting conversation while she was in the tub. It seems that she thinks that we..."

He waits for me to finish, and finally asks, very quietly, "She thinks we what, babe?"

"She thinks that we need a new baby, too."

He looks at me for several seconds, and then inquires, "Do you not like that idea, Fi?"

"I didn't say that, but it's not exactly just my decision," I respond.

He pulls me into his arms, and says, "Fi, when we were over there today, seeing those tiny little people, I was thinking about how many things I missed with Bren, like her first step, her first word, and all those other things you can't get a do-over on. I know it was mostly my own fault, but I'd still like a chance to have those experiences. So if you're not totally against the idea, I'd be more than happy to give her what she wants."

"I always hoped that she wouldn't be an only child, I think we both know that can be sort of lonely sometimes," I tell him. "So if this is something you really want, I do, too. When would you like to start?"

He dips his head to nibble at my neck, then looks up, with a rather devilish grin. "Would now be too soon?"

I can feel how hard he already is, and suddenly I don't want to wait any longer. "Not even a little bit. But lets get out of the hallway."

He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bedroom, then puts me back on my feet next to the bed. I shimmy out of my shorts and panties, then pull off my tank, while he works his way out of his jeans. Finally, when we're both undressed, he pulls me to him again and kisses me until we're both gasping for breath. "Ash, I want you now," I finally manage to get out.

He slides his hand down my hip, and around to my crotch, brushing my clit just enough to make me gasp. "Yes, I guess you do," he practically purrs. "Your wish is my command, love."
As he says this he lowers me onto the bed, uses his knee to move my legs apart, and slides himself in to the hilt. I'm so turned on that I feel myself starting to orgasm almost immediately, and by his third or fourth stroke, I'm whimpering his name and digging my nails into his shoulders.

He pauses for a few seconds, then changes his pace, slowing his strokes until I'm almost sobbing, arching myself upward to try to speed him up. At that point, he increases his tempo, and moves his arms behind my thighs, bringing my legs up over his shoulders. When he does this, I can feel him hitting my G-spot, and I gasp out, "Oh, yes, just like that! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum again! Ohhhh, God, yes, yes, YES!"

"Oh, fuck yeah, cum for me, babe!" he pants. "Let go, I'm almost there. Fuck, Fi, you feel so damn good!" The words fade into a growl as I feel his muscles tighten, then his hips buck against me almost spasmodically, and he collapses on top of me, moaning out my name.

After a couple of minutes, he moves his arms so I can bring my legs back down, but I stop him before he can pull out. "No, not yet. I like feeling you inside me."

He gives me a grin and says, "I'm pretty fond of the feeling myself, so I'm not gonna argue. So how often do you think we'll need to do this before it takes?"

"No idea, but I'm willing to keep going as long as we need to. Hell, I'm willing even when we're not trying for a baby!" I inform him, running my fingers through his hair.

"Me too, darlin', me too," he whispers. We lie here for a few minutes, whispering to each other, and occasionally kissing, until I start moving my hips against him which causes him to start getting hard again.

He gives me a slightly surprised look, and I smile at him and say, "Well, we have to make sure we give this our full attention now, don't we?"

"That we do, love," he murmurs, as we start moving again. "That we most definitely do."

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