Chapter 95 - Wild Temptation After Divorce

Savvy

Dear Diary

You have been my constant companion and I thank you for keeping me sane. But I don’t need you anymore. Goodbye.

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The last 9 and a half months have had me in stitches and annoyed, but mostly in complete and utter love. After the trial and murder of Ramsey Grant, I was able to sleep without any nightmares ruining my night. Stacy was able to sell both Macs and my condos. We packed up and sent our furniture and belongings to Colorado. We moved in with Jack’s mom until everything was finalized. One night at dinner she cleared her throat and looked at us seriously.

“Now that everything is in motion, I want to have a wedding in the backyard. I was thinking Jade and Jamie could have everything ready to go next weekend. Savvy, I will need your parents' contact information. I want you to leave everything up to me.”

Jack looked at me and Mac, “Are you guys okay with this?”

I looked at Mac, and he gave me a small smile and nodded.

“Let’s do it.”

Two days later, Mama, Nicole, Stacy, Mazy and I went shopping. Nicole said she would fill me in on everything while we shopped. My eyes wouldn’t stop bugging with every revelation she let us all know. Even Mazy and Stacy blushed a couple of times.

I found a beautiful off the shoulder white mermaid dress with a sweetheart neckline and intricate swirling beading all over the dress.

The day of the wedding, the weather was beautiful. Sunny, not too humid, and a slight breeze. The guest list wasn’t too big. The guys from the station, Mac’s family, Jack’s sisters and their two guy friends. Hal, mama and papa. Mazy, Stacy and Marie were my bridesmaids and Nicole my maid of honor. Mac had Jack as his best man and asked Darius, David and Garrett as his groomsmen. There were white pillars with pink and white flowers on them along the aisle.

Papa and I waited as we watched everyone gliding down the aisle towards the front.

“You ready for this, sweetheart?”

“Yes, papa. I can’t wait to marry the man that loves me with all of his heart.”

“Savvy, I am so glad you found these two men. They love you so much. I see the devotion in their eyes for you. They look at you the way Hal and I look at your mother.”

“Thank you. It means the world to me that you accept all of us.”

“Oh, honey. How could I not,” he chuckled.

It was our turn to walk. I kept my eyes on Mac and Jack. Both of them had huge grins on their faces and Mac’s eyes were suspiciously glassy. He blinked rapidly as my dad handed me over to him.

We said traditional vows and the man that was officiating our wedding also included Jack in our vows, to our surprise. I was extremely happy with that and so was Mac. When he said that Mac could kiss the bride, Mac dipped me backwards to my delight.

We then had a small ceremony for the three of us. I stood in the middle of Jack and Mac and the officiant blessed our commitment. We all kissed to the cheers of our friends and family. The next day, I changed my name once again to Savanna Davis-Stanley. Mac and Jack hyphenated their names to Davis-Stanley also. Then, a few days later, we made our way to our land in Colorado.

Eight weeks after moving here, I started getting extremely sick. Every morning, noon, and sometimes at night for two weeks, I couldn't stop throwing up. We thought I had a severe case of the flu. When Jack called his mom, panicking, because nothing stopped me from vomiting, she suggested we either get a pregnancy test or go to the doctors. We were all in shock that not one of us thought of pregnancy. Jack drove to the closest gas station and bought every one they had. I burst out laughing when he showed up with eight different tests. But I peed in a cup and dipped all of them. The three to five minutes we waited were in silence. Mac wrapped his arms around me while I sat on his lap, and Jack sat between my legs, as we stared at the open bathroom. The moment the alarms went off on our phones, we scrambled up and lept towards the bathroom. They leaned over my shoulders as I leaned in to look at all the tests laid out. Every one of them came back positive.

Jack let out a primal roar and lifted me into his arms. He ran to the bed and gently laid me down before coming over the top of me and falling to the side. He laid his head on my flat stomach.

“What are you doing?” I giggled.

“Seeing if I can hear our baby?”

“Jesus Jack. We don’t even know how far along she is,” Mac said, chuckling as he laid down next to him and leaned over me to kiss my lips.

“Doesn’t matter, daddy. Papa will be able to hear our baby,” Jack said.

“Oh, so I’m daddy, and you’re papa?

“Yeah, why do you wanna swap?”

“No babe, you can be papa,” Mac said.

My stomach growled.

“See, the baby is hungry,” Jack said. He popped up and ran out of our bedroom.

“He’s going to be crazy, isn’t he?” I asked Mac.

“He won’t be the only one, beautiful. You will not be lifting anything heavy. Only light weightlifting too. I miss your soft curves, but I am loving your tight little body. I can’t wait to see you round with our baby.”

I had started working out constantly when we set up our home gym and even though I wasn’t as muscular as I was pre-divorce, I was able to get some of my muscle tone back, and I lost my love handles. Also, my a*s started to spread and I had my awesome bubble butt back. My squat game was my strong point.

“Fine, but I am still walking our property, I am still going to feed our chickens, but I am leaving the goats and horses to you and Jack.”

“Deal.”

Jack had gotten four chickens and two goats when we moved to our land. He wanted a couple of cows, one dairy and three for beef. But we haven’t found the right cows yet. Jack planted three different apple trees, and an orange tree. He and Mac had started a garden together and planted tomatoes, potatoes, corn, squash, pumpkins, watermelon, and zucchini. He was in homestead heaven.

Mac, on the other hand, wanted horses. So we had three. A dark brown and black stallion, a white mare and a hay-colored mare.

We went to the doctors the next day, and we found out I was two months pregnant. For the last seven months I have been pampered with wonderful food, foot and body rubs and s*x, lot’s of s*x. As my stomach got bigger, my drive became more insatiable. I wanted it all the time. Sometimes my boys would whine about how tired they were, so I had fun by myself with my wand.

My emotions were all over the place, which annoyed the h*ll out of me and had my guys walking on eggshells. I had come home from grocery shopping and found them sixty-nining each other on the couch. I instantly burst into tears because I wanted to play too. Then I cried because I felt they wanted to be with each other more than they wanted to be with me, so they had waited until I went shopping. I had locked myself in our room and had refused to open it so they could soothe me. Then I cried myself to sleep because I was being a pathetic little b*tch.

Then there were the times that I didn’t want them to touch me at all. Nothing they did was right and I had mini rages for a month. It all stopped during my third trimester when I became an overly loving mother hen. I made sure they had their meals hot and ready for them. I baked them cookies, brownies and pies. I made sure the house was sparkling clean, and their laundry was clean and fresh. I loved hanging the clothes outside on a laundry line along with our bedding. They each got a blow job nightly, and I made sure to leave them alone so they could have time together. My guys had whiplash. I had overheard both of them on the phone to each of their mothers asking what they should do because I had become a Stepford wife. I had to leave the house because I was laughing so hard.

We were sitting at the table now. My belly was huge and I waddled everywhere. I had made chicken broccoli casserole for dinner and while we were eating I felt my contractions start. I didn’t want to scare them and I wanted to get a good meal in them before the show started. I got up and washed the dishes to their complaints, but I told them to go sit and relax, and I’d bring them dessert. I knew first time births could take a while. I timed my contractions and I had one every ten minutes, so I wasn’t too worried yet.

I brought bowls of lava cake with vanilla ice cream out to my guys and sat in the middle of them as they ate.

“You aren’t having any, love?” Mac asked.

“No, I need my food to digest. No more eating for me for a while.”

“Why?” Jack asked.

I didn’t say a word for a minute. I was holding my breath as the contraction rolled through me. That one was a little stronger, and it came 6 minutes after the last one.

“I’m in labor.”

Mac and Jack both paused with a bite going towards their mouths. Then, simultaneously, they put their bowls on the coffee table and jumped up.

I sat there watching them run around the house. They were getting shoes on, yelling at each other to grab this or that. I watched as Mac grabbed all of our go bags and ran out the door, and Jack grabbed a diaper bag and car seat and ran after him. My eyebrows rose as I waited for one of them to realize I was not with them. One minute, and then two minutes went by and I sighed. Then I heard running feet and both of them came back through the front door.

“Sorry, beautiful.”

“Sorry, princess.”

I held up my arms and Mac leaned down and lifted me into his. Jack grabbed my shoes and locked up the house. We made it to the hospital in ten minutes and by this time my contractions were five minutes apart and lasted for what felt like a minute each. As Mac lifted me out of the truck, my water broke all over him.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked.

“It’s okay, beautiful.”

We got me admitted, and now I was relaxing in our birthing room. Jack was rubbing my lower back as Mac fed me ice chips. I was checked every half hour, and I was only six centimeters for like two hours. I was miserable but I refused drugs. I wanted to do this all natural.

I moaned as a particular painful contraction ripped through my body.

“Breathe, princess. In and out. That’s good. You’re doing so well, baby,” Jack soothed.

“Thank you. You rubbing my back feels so good, Jack.”

“That’s good. Whatever you need, baby.”

An hour later, I was at ten centimeters, and ready to push. Jack got behind me while Mac held one leg back and wide open, while a nurse held the other.

“Okay Savvy, I am going to need you to push on the next contraction,” the doctor said.

“Okay,” I panted.

The contraction hit and I pushed. Jack helped me. The pain was blinding. There was no way I was going to do this again. Another contraction and more pushing.

“God d*mn it, Jack. Your baby’s big a*s head won't get out of me,” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“You better be. I swear to God, I am never doing this again.”

“Hey now,” Mac said, with a pout.

“Ugh, fine. But I swear Mac, you had better give me a small baby.”

He chuckled, and I growled.

“Sorry.”

Another contraction and I pushed with everything I had.

“That’s it Savvy, I see the head. You guys wanted to be surprised, right? Well, here’s a surprise, your baby has a full head of hair,” the doctor said.

“Fantastic, get it out of me!”

The doctor tsked at me and I wanted to murder him.

“Okay, give me a big push,” he said.

I did, and screamed my head off. There was so much burning.

“Okay, stop pushing,” the doctor snapped.

I did, and then I screamed because I felt a sharp pain on my v*gina.

“Sorry, had to cut you, didn’t want you to rip. The baby’s head is out, and now the shoulders. You got this, Savvy. One last push.”

I gave him that one last push and I felt my baby slide right out. The relief was heady. The baby was put on my stomach and rubbed vigorously with a towel. The baby’s wails were music to my ears.

“You have a baby girl. Congratulations,” the doctor said.

I sobbed, she was beautiful.

“Look what you did, princess. You gave us a beautiful baby girl,” Jack choked out, as he kissed the back of my head.

“She’s so precious and tiny,” Mac said.

A nurse came over and took her. I looked at Mac and he nodded and followed her.

“I just need to suture you up. The afterbirth looked good. Then the nurses will clean you up and change your bedding.”

I nodded and leaned into Jack, who was caressing my shoulders.

“I love you so much, princess. Thank you for giving us a baby girl. What are we naming her?”

“Willow Tiera,” I said.

Watching Jack and Mac with Willow was wonderful, and six months later, I had baby fever. Mac got me pregnant right away. Nine months later, I gave birth to a baby boy, and we named him Axel Romero. Life has definitely become more joyous for me these last couple of years. I have never been happier. I am enough, and I am loved. I smiled as I drank tea on our wrap around porch, and watched as Mac and Jack each had a kid in their arms walking around our homestead, checking animals and crops. Life couldn’t get any better.