Chapter Seventy-Five

Chapter Seventy-Five
Olivia

These past two weeks have been good. I have felt lighter. That I'm getting myself back somehow. And it's all because of my husband. Even though we are not back to actually having sex, we've been having a lot of alone times. Everytime he is home and doesn't have a lot of work to do and the babies are sleeping, we take the baby monitor and we go to our special bedroom.

It's getting out of hand now though, because sometimes when we know we are alone, we even do it in the sitting area. He always says that we haven't christened our home and that we need to christen it, even if we're not actually having sex. Which tells me that he will be happy with what I'm going to tell him today because I know I am.

I went to the hospital where today, the one I had my babies in. And the nurse said that if I felt ok, then I can start having sex. As long as it doesn't damage me. I also had an implant placement because I don't think we are ready for more babies as of yet. It's still too early.

I also consulted about bottle milk and she recommended a few brands which she said were good and tasted like breastmilk. She said that it's also good that I'm starting them on breastmilk now before they got older because then they would know the difference. I didn't tell her that I had already bought some to test if they would agree. After speaking to my mom, I had bought a tin of the one's my mother suggested, which one of them the nurse just mentioned.

I am so excited. I went lingerie shopping as I was out. And I picked up a few lingerie's although I know it's stupid to wear lingerie for him. He ends up acting like a cave man and tearing them up. But I don't care because he is my caveman. And it's very sexy to watch him doing that.

When I get home, the first thing I do is attend to my babies. It's a good thing that I pumped milk for them before I went out this morning. But as soon as they see me, they start crying for me. I don't know if it's tears of happiness or of sadness. I pick up Liam and Issa and ask Mrs Belle to help me with Ric to our bedroom. I start with breastfeeding them and then I play with them until they are tired.

I've started a ritual of singing for them to sleep. And so far it's working wonders. They don't take long to sleep. I swear my voice is like an elixir for them.

After I've put them to sleep, I go to the bathroom to take a shower. Jason will be coming home late today so I don't have much stress about taking my time. And it's only four in the afternoon. After my shower, I head to the kitchen in my gown and find Mrs Belle there. It's been a while since we'd spent time together. Even though we sleep in the same house most days, she is always busy with this or that.

"I swear this house has stolen our time together." I tell her opening the fridge and find one of her fruit platters that she always has there.
"Don't blame the house, dear girl. Blame your husband and those cute little kids." She says and we both laugh.

And isn't that the truth. Jason blames the kids too. I don't know who to blame though. I spend most of my time either with the kids or Jason. I never have my alone time without worrying if the kids are ok, or asking myself when Jason will be home. I've forgotten how to be me without both.

"I think I need some alone time. Without the four of them." I take a seat at the island with my plate ad juice.
"Every woman does, once in a while. It's the only way to survive." She tells me.
"Yeah, but these guys are still young right now. I can't imagine leaving them alone with Jason right now." Mrs Belle laughs at that.

And it's true, I'm still struggling with him about the kids. And unless I don't give him a choice about them, he stays away. It makes me wonder why he wanted kids in the first place. If he made them for me or himself.

Mrs Belle and I keep talking like that while she carries on cooking, making me have a taste once in a while. By six I clock she is done cooking and is plating the food.

"Jason tells me you guys want to build a maid houses in the yard?" She asks me.
"Oh yeah, he told me that too. I agree honestly. I can't imagine how these girls suffer getting here everyday."
"I think it's a good idea too. And that way it's less costly for them."

It's something that Jason and I have been talking about for a while. We only have three girls cleaning. I don't see the necessity of having more right now because we don't use the whole house much. It would be a waste of money to have a lot of help around a house we don't have a lot of use for. We are still planning on the other rooms in the house for what to do with them. At the moment we are busy with gym installations although it is almost done. And we're also busy with the triplets rooms, although it's nothing permanent.

After Mrs Belle retreats to her room, I go up to mine and find that the triplets are awake. I love how they wake up and not cry these days. Although one of these days I fear that they will cause trouble doing that. I decide that as long as they are not crying I might as well put on my lingerie then I can give them their bottles that I had prepared earlier. I might as well start now anyway. And if they all or maybe one of them doesn't like it I can always buy a different brand.

My girl doesn't like the milk I gave her. In fact, she is the only one. I was really hoping none of them will give me trouble with the milk, that way it will be easier buying the milk. I pump milk for her from my breasts and give it to her. She drinks it with gusto. I swear she is being dramatic, she is going to give her father a heart ache.

When Jason comes back home at eight, we take the kids downstairs and he serves us and we eat. As we eat, I tell him what the doctor said about me giving the babies bottle milk. When I tell him about the sex part of the conversation, he coughs so hard that I think the food went into the wrong pipe.

"Are you serious?" He asks me after cooling down.
"Yes. And I have a surprise for you."