After a furious and mind-numbing round of lovemaking celebrating our homecoming, Carol, Riekie, Diane, and I slept soundly. A couple hours later maybe, I awoke to feel something warm and wet surrounding my penis. I looked down in the faint light of the candles to see three shapes under the covers, centred on my groin. Refreshed after the respite, that appendage soon grew to full, insistent hardness, demanding release. Apparently satisfied at what they had accomplished, the shapes turned and moved toward my face. Three beautiful smiling faces appeared from under the covers. As she crawled back up on my right in the 'cuddle spot', Riekie's hot hand found my throbbing erection and stroked me gently, bringing me to even greater hardness. I smelled her sweet perfume and understood why I was so insatiable this night.
She snuggled close and whispered sexily in my ear. "My turn. Do me slow the way I like it."
Carol and Diane moved up beside us and sat up side by side to watch, arms around each other, their free hands playing idly in their pussies.
I rolled to face Riekie. We kissed tenderly and long. Her hot pussy ground gently against my fresh erection. I put my hand between us and slipped a finger into her cleft. She was sopping wet and more than ready. I worked her clitty with my finger, causing her hips to lurch and pump more eagerly. She moaned into my mouth. We separated from our long kiss, gasping for air. She whispered urgently.
"I want you in me now! Hurry! Please!"
I rolled her onto her back. She opened her thighs wide as I mounted between them. She drew her knees up and spread them fully, lifting her hips opening herself in full invitation. Kissing her deeply, I lowered my hips to meet hers. Her up-thrust opening welcomed my throbbing penis eagerly. I entered her tight, hot sheath in one long slow push. Still almost virgin tight, her small opening grasped and flexed around my invading member.
I pushed into her until I felt our hair meet and entwine. Her cervix opened and welcomed me deeper, seeming to nibble at the tip of my penis. I paused, letting her savor her fullness. We looked into each other's eyes, shining and joyful. As I bottomed, she squealed in delight.
"EEEE! That feels so-o-o-o-o good! So full! I love when you do me like this, David! Oh God! I love you so much!"
I knew when this wonderful creature said she loved me it was with all being and I couldn't get enough of hearing her say it. She warmed the very cockles of my soul when she said it to me.
"I love you too, My Princess."
From the peanut gallery I heard someone whisper. "Ooooo! That's so sweet!"
I began a long slow, easy stroking of her hot, tight tunnel. Her hips writhed and churned under me, legs wrapped snuggly around mine, heels locked together. Her hands resting lightly on my shoulders, those gorgeous blue eyes gazed into mine as we loved each other. Carol and Diane, alike in many ways, both enjoyed long slow lovemaking too, but usually preferred it fast and furious. Riekie enjoyed it either way equally but rarely offered to ride like a wild cowgirl like the others, unless doing a threesome where someone rode my face while she rode my cock. Even then, Riekie's ride was a more gentle one.
My long, full-length strokes brought me almost out of her then I slid all in the way to full depth in the kind of lovemaking where the lovers can actually talk. Riekie giggled, causing those fantastic muscles of hers to do exciting things to my penis.
"What's so funny, Princess?" I enquired.
"Just remembering another magical night almost like this one, when we were making love just like this, and Carol Anne got old Clyde howling. Then I got him going too. When she howled earlier, I broke up remembering it. Muffin wasn't here for that, but she laughed this time, too."
She giggled harder at the memory. What her internal muscles did to me as she giggled almost had me howling. I heard corresponding giggles from my right as Carol and Diane listened in.
"I wondered what you two were laughing so hard about. Shit! I should have remembered myself! O-oh! You keep that up and I'll be howling myself! Mmm-mmm! What you can do with those muscles in there is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!"
"You mean like this?'
"Jee-zz-us H. Christ Woman! What'd you just do? WOW! That was divine!" She'd done one of her amazing muscle contractions that just about made me come right then, literally fucking me from the inside. Those talented muscles massaged and stroked my penis like she would with her hand and mouth.
Taking that marvelous muscle action as a hint I increased the pace. From those long, slow, full length thrusts I began pounding into her with short, hard, fast, piston strokes. Riekie pumped back at me in perfect sync, her arms tightly wrapped about my neck, her legs pulling me in deeper. Remembering old Clyde howling, she now wanted it hard and fast. Her demands got louder as she hollered and begged.
"OH SHIT! DO ME HARD, DAVID! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YE-ES! OH! HARDER! DEEEPPERRR!"
I poked and prodded harder and deeper as demanded, her hips heaving back into me, our pubic bones grinding together. Her clit was mashed almost unmercifully between us, sending spasms and convulsions rocketing through her frame. Riekie's body shook and spasmed in orgasm, her hips launching off the bed as she bucked and came hard, yelling.
"OGODOGODOGODOGOD!! OH SHIT!"
I kept driving into her, pistoning and pounding, the bed banging and thumping the wall, springs squeaking in protest. At this rate, this new bed wasn't going to last. Her body spasmed and writhed under me. Riekie's legs fell back onto the bed, her heels thumping out a tatoo. I drove into her hot clutching depths faster and faster. The rhythm of her hips matched mine perfectly.
We caught a skyrocket into the night sky, fucking and rutting to the top of its flashing arc. We reached there together, coming like an exploding starshell, fireworks blinding in the night. My balls erupted explosively, squirting gob after gob after gob of thick creamy white baby juice deep into her womb. Her heels hit the bed spastically, her hips lifted hard into mine. We locked together in one final massive lunge as I powered my cock deep and hard into her clutching, squeezing tunnel. She wanted to do it again, so she did -- she howled and howled!
"AAAARRRROOOOoooo!!!
"AAIIIEE! AAAARRRROOOOooo!!!"
Carol and Diane, watching us, just couldn't resist, throwing their heads back and howling with her!
"YIP! YIP! AAAARRRROOOOoooo!!"
"AI! AI! AAAARRRROOOOoooo!!"
I should have expected something of the sort from that pair, but their racket was so close and I was so distracted by Riekie it scared the living shit out of me! Their howls were getting so realistic I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I heard a masculine voice of complaint from across the hall.
"Goddess!! What was that!!"
Then a softer female voice. "Oh Paul! Make us howl, too!"
As I collected my wits, Riekie and I wound ourselves down from our explosive high. I rolled to my right side, carrying her with me, still coupled, sandwiching me between her and Carol. As I rolled, Carol and Diane flopped onto the bed, holding each other. They wiggled closer, Carol snuggling her back into mine, her arms around Diane. I felt Carol's hot body shaking and heard the two of them laughing hysterically. Eventually they regained their control and leaned over me. Still laughing, Carol could hardly speak.
"Th-that w-was p-priceless! Poor Paul! Wonder what he's gonna feel like in the morning? God! Who'da thought we could still have so much fun! I love you guys so much!"
Carol and Diane kissed us both tenderly, declared their love and cuddled back together. Carol snuggled her back into mine again, as she and Diane settled into each other's embrace. Soon we heard the gentle sound of their breathing as they slept. Riekie snuggled up to my front, my penis still snugly entrapped, her talented muscles still massaging, almost sucking on it. We kissed tenderly, holding each other close as we drifted off to the sound of another bed being sorely abused. As I passed from consciousness, I vaguely heard a woman scream.
I awoke just at daybreak with my usual morning woody, Carol's warm back still pressed tightly to mine as she and Diane slept in a tight embrace reminiscent of K.P. and D.J. Riekie was cuddled up tight in my arms, my woody snuggly and exquisitely encased in her luscious, very hot little snatch. As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into those big blue orbs of hers and what can only be described as a shit-eating grin plastered to her beautiful features. Moving her hips suggestively, setting off some amazing sensations in my groin, she giggled happily.
"This is the nicest way to wake up ever! I've always wanted to wake up like this EVERY morning! Sweet Pussy just loves sleeping with Sweet Prince all nicely plugged in ready to scratch her morning itch! Oh! I love it so! God! I can't just get enough of you! I think Tante Pie and Tante Jo are up. I heard them giggling as they took a bath and then go downstairs a few minutes ago."
I took a deep breath and smelled fresh coffee.
I pecked her on her pert nose. "And just how long have you been awake, My Love?"
She returned the peck. "Oh, not long. I was just enjoying the feeling of you inside me. I didn't want to disturb you, you were sleeping so nicely. Now that you're awake, though, that's a different story."
She moved her hips and worked those fabulous muscles, definitely getting my attention and that of her deliciously trapped friend. I rolled her onto her back, remaining fully sheathed in her hot, clutching tunnel. As we rolled, our lips joined in a passionate kiss that as usual left us breathless. Riekie was extremely wet and more than ready. I made two long slow full-length strokes then started humping furiously. Riekie was eager for some hot, fast fucking and she bucked right back, legs and arms wrapped tightly around me. She hollered her appreciation.
"SHIT! YES! YES! YES! OH-OH! SCRATCH SWEET PUSSY'S ITCH!"
The sudden noise and activity startled Carol awake. She jumped, rolled toward us and saw the ruckus. She smiled sweetly at us. "Don't you two ever quit? It's getting harder and harder to get any sleep around you."
Diane, disturbed by the motion of the bed, and the sudden loss of Carol's warmth groaned sleepily. "Uuunnn! Whaa? Whazhappnin?" She raised her head and looked over Carol. "Oh. Izzat all?" She reached her arms to Carol. "C'mon back an' keep me warm, Honey."
Carol grinned and snuggled back into Diane. They kissed sweetly and they drifted back into sleep.
Riekie and I were too involved with each other to reply. We fucked and rutted like we only had today, and in today we only had this moment. Our hips bounced and pumped into each other. My cock pistoned into her welcoming pussy. She wailed and yelled her enthusiasm, her hips meeting my every thrust. Too soon we were there. I felt her body tense, her internal muscles pulsating, fucking at my driving cock from inside as she cried out.
"DAVID! OGOD! OGOD! YES! YES! UH! UH! IT'S CLOSE! YES! OGOD!"
Her juices saturated my crotch, soaking my pubic hair. My balls started to tighten and lift into the base of my plunging rod. I lunged into her hard. Once! Twice! Three times! My balls swelled and erupted as I slammed into her hot, sodden pussy one last time then held as hot, sticky baby batter squirted and squirted and squirted deep inside Riekie's convulsing womb. It felt like I squirted a half-gallon or more -- it never seemed to end. She came in a rush with me, her body convulsed by an enormous orgasmic spasm lunging upward, holding me deep as those magnificent muscles sucked my balls dry. Her arms held tight, her legs dropping to the bed, heels drumming and thumping on the mattress. And she screamed.
"DAAAAVVVVIIIIDDD!!"
We wound down slowly. It might be just another morning quickie, but was still an incredibly intense experience. Diane had tried to go back to sleep, but our rutting got her going too. As Riekie and I collapsed, I rolled off her, my still hard cock withdrawing with a sucking sound. She whined at the sudden absence.
"Nnnnnhhh! Not yet!"
Diane, awake again, saw I was still hard (morning woody, after all). As soon as I was on my back, she clambered over a sleeping Carol who didn't seem to be disturbed this time, climbed on top of me and promptly impaled herself, sliding down onto my still erect member with a shout of glee.
"OH! FUCK! YE-ESS! OOOO!"
At once, Diane started moving hard and fast, her hips gyrating and churning. She wanted satisfaction and she wanted it NOW! Despite having just pumped what felt like a half gallon into her cousin-wife, my pecker was still ragingly hard. I started thrusting and pumping up into her, meeting her motion in perfect harmony. Again, too soon, we felt the rise to mutual release. Diane pumped harder and faster, her hands busy with her nipples. My hips lurched off the bed, lifting her. My balls exploded in a giant release as I shot several heavy gobs of thick, creamy man sauce deep into her clasping sheath, splashing against her cervix. Her thighs clamped down hard on me, the internal muscles gripping my prick in a hot wet vice, and she screamed.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!"
I heard the sound of breaking glass from downstairs, then two sets of footsteps charging up the stairs and down the hall. A door slammed, and a masculine voice exulted. "'Bout time you got here!"
Diane collapsed onto my chest, almost instantly asleep. Riekie curled into my side, soon fast asleep again as well. Not wanting to disturb the brown eyed pixie sleeping on my chest with my still almost hard penis buried in her, I drifted off too, to the tune of that other bed rhythmically squeaking.
I woke up again sometime later with a painful piss hard-on and a bladder demanding immediate relief. Diane had managed to roll off me and was curled contentedly into my side sleeping peacefully, a happy smile gracing her elfin face. Poor Carol had been pushed to the outside, but spooned warmly into Diane. Riekie was warmly snuggled up, sleeping with that contented smile on the other side, a vision of loveliness, her soft blonde hair tussled from our wild night. I tried to get up without disturbing my wives, but to no avail -- they groaned as one person and opened their eyes. Then in empathic synchronicity:
"Awww!..."
"We were so comfy!..."
"Where ya goin' Honey?"
Me, tersely: "Gotta pee."
The surround sound effect as all three spoke: "Me, too!"
Riekie checked the bedside clock. "We should get up now. Eeeww! The bed is all soaked, and look at me! What a mess!"
She spun around and spread so we could see what she was talking about, presenting an image of a well-fucked woman. Her gorgeous blonde pussy hair was matted with come and her thighs glistened with our fluids. A trickle of thick white goo seeped from her still open hole. Diane and Carol both, upon inspection, were in a similar, maybe even messier state. Inordinately pleased with myself for contributing to this mess, I thought their appearance was highly erotic and said so. My own groin was a matted mess too.
The bed was a total wreck -- their towels completely soaked, and somewhere in our wild rutting during the night they'd got bunched and shifted, so the bottom sheet was soaked too, proving again the wisdom of the plastic mattress cover. Returning to sleep on a cold wet sheet on plastic didn't appeal to any of us so we struggled from our bed. For all the frenetic activity of the night, although sated, I felt wonderfully invigorated. As we hit the floor, three beautiful nudes stepped to me in turn to plant soul-ravaging tongue-suck good morning kisses on me, leaving me almost in a trance.
"God! I love you girls! I can't even begin to describe how much I love each of you and all of you! We all need a shower. Then some breakfast. I'm starved!"
Three sweet voices in that eerie surround sound replied. "We love you, David!" I wondered at the empathic bond developing among them — it was as though they were becoming one person in three bodies. They'd even started completing each other's sentences and thoughts the way the twins sometimes did.
I followed three sexy derrières as they tic-toc'd before me into our private bath. Because of the extra pressure on her bladder caused by her pregnancy, Carol claimed dibs on the toilet as Diane started the shower. Riekie and I brushed our teeth while Carol relieved herself. Teeth brushed, and Carol finished, I stepped up to the stool to pass my water.
Aiming a full blown piss hard-on that insists on contemplating something on the ceiling, refusing to bend cooperatively, and getting the flow started is not that easy most mornings. With three hot hands trying to help, matters got worse. This had become our morning ritual for a week, but somehow today, with their hot hands on me, peeing became almost impossible. Three beautiful, naked nymphets holding and aiming my penis, I finally managed to relax enough to do the job. Once more they were a little disappointed that the erection seemed to follow the urine down the drain, accompanied by giggling and laughing as we managed to get my bladder finally emptied.
When all the tom-foolery over relieving my overfull bladder was done, and the other two girls had each relieved themselves, we were more than ready to get cleaned up. We stepped into a shower better suited for two or three people than four, but even so, we had a wonderful, if somewhat crowded four-way shower. We fooled around a bit, but mostly just tickled and played, splashing water like kids.
I did get a mouthful of each of those delectable breasts, and got each of the girls off once while washing their pretty pussies. Three sets of warm soft hands and three warm mouths made sure Rascal, their Sweet Prince was totally spotless. Despite all this attention, he stayed dormant. My cock felt pretty used up, and they complained of a slight soreness. I couldn't imagine why!
The girls usually washed their own hair, but today I did it for each of them. Their hair was so thick and luxuriant, I just had to get my hands in it, and the scalp massage had them simpering. The warm shower felt good to our bodies and we just enjoyed it, relaxing under the warm spray until the water cooled off.
Stepping out of the shower was fun. I got out first and again fulfilled one of my favourite fantasies, when each nymph, squeaky clean from head to toe, stepped into a waiting towel for me to dry them. That particular fantasy isn't so much erotic as it is warm and fuzzy, indicating love and warmth, especially if the love object is pregnant. As I dried each of my lovelies, paying special attention to their more sensitive areas, we exchanged tender kisses. We finished our morning toilette which this morning meant some time with the hair dryers as well. We cleaned up the mess we'd made of the bathroom, returned to our room, and dressed as we prepared to meet our first full day home.
Amazingly, we weren't swarmed by kids this morning. As we left our room, I paused to knock on Paul's door. "Paul?"
"Yes?" He sounded more chipper than his complaints during the night should indicate.
"Our shower is free now. We'll be using the other bathroom for the kids. OK?"
"Thanks, David. We're getting up now. Jo says the coffee is already made."
"Ok, some of us will start breakfast."
I rejoined my wives as they stood in the doorway of the kids' room. I slid in behind them, slipping my arms around Riekie. I kissed the top of her pretty blonde head and took a breath of her wonderful scent. "Mmmm! I thought you girls didn't wear scents. I love the smell of your perfume today. What're we looking at?"
Riekie pressed back into me. "Look at them. Did you ever see anything so adorable? Thank you for the compliment, but you're right, I don't use perfume."
"Oh. Well, whatever, you smell absolutely delicious." The kids were still sleeping, all four of them in a tangled heap with Ahab somewhere in the middle. It didn't look all that comfortable, but the expression of total contentment on their angelic faces told a different story. Diane and Riekie broke from our reverie of watching the sleeping children, moved into the room, and started to gently awaken them.
Carol took me by the arm. 'C'mon, husband of ours, you and I'll get breakfast started while Muffin and Princess look after the Munchkins." We were half way down the stairs when we heard the sound of four happy little girls chattering away to their mothers as they were led to their bath. I wondered if the tub was big enough to hold all of them, because if they slept like that, I felt confident they would want to bathe together, including Rhiannon, despite her having recently started doing her own morning toilette.
As we entered the kitchen, the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee was stronger. I discovered we had a new coffee maker, one of those big urn types, a good idea with all the adults living here now. Carol turned to me and after a quick hug and sweet kiss, said, "I heard you tell Princess you liked her perfume. We've got to keep some fresh air in here all the time now. You know what that perfume is, don't you?"
I got a couple mugs down and poured us each a coffee. I laughed, "Yup! But I'm not afraid of it now that we know how simple it is to prevent an overdose, and with another man in the house, especially one of the Old Blood, we have to exercise all the cautions. I was pretty sure that's what I smelled, but I had to ask Princess to verify she wasn't wearing artificial scents -- some of them are very subtle. I thought she was starting to get close to her time. Our last lovemaking was very intense. I didn't ride the comet, but I saw fireworks, and to me that meant we're getting close. All of us were incredibly intense last night right from the get-go, and I wondered then if Riekie wasn't producing those pheromones."
Carol giggled, "Well at least now we know what to expect. What do we do now?"
I slipped my arm around her waist. "What did you and I do in September?"
"We made love whenever we felt the need."
"Exactly. So now Princess and I will be doing the same. As First Wife, can you arrange to have her sleep next to me tonight? I know the 'cuddle spot' is out, but will Muffin give up her spot on the other side, especially after the false alarm on the way home? For the next couple days, Princess and I are probably going to be almost exclusive in our lovemaking, although if the pheromones work as well as they did last night, you and Muffin could be beneficiaries of that. <Leer> Can you and Muffin handle that?"
Carol busied herself getting out the breakfast makings. Even after twenty years, she knew our kitchen layout (Mom's system had worked well, and Diane and I had never seen the need to change it.). "David! Of course we can handle it! Remember the sacrifice Muffin made for me when she didn't even know me? Princess is our wife, too, and we want her to make a baby almost as much as she does. I don't have to put on my First Wife hat to get Muffin to relinquish her spot in bed tonight. It didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated that you paid Muffin a little extra attention last night."
Chastened, I had another question. "I understand. Speaking of First Wife, have you guys made a decision on that yet? I haven't heard a word since Christmas Day."
Between trips to the fridge, Carol replied, "Yes we have. I'm First Wife until the end of March. We'll have another meeting then, and decide if the girls want to leave it that way permanently, or try one of them."
"Can your simple-minded husband ask why, not that I disagree — I'm simply curious."
She laughed, "I wanted Princess, based on her professional background, or Muffin because she's the legal wife, but they said they wanted me to do it first because I was actually first, and never really got the chance to do it before, and because it went along with what Mom suggested. I was outnumbered two to one, so like it or not, you're stuck with me as first Wife until the end of March at least."
"I like their reasoning. So, First Wife, have you also decided what to do about the private time issue?"
"Yes, we have. We were going to surprise you with it, but the Goddess has her own plan it seems. We decided, over her objections, that Princess would start. We were going to begin tomorrow, the twentieth anniversary of her first private time even though it's not a weekend, but now I'm wondering if we shouldn't start today."
"No, I think you should stick to your original plan. Pardon the crudity, but Princess is just starting to come into 'heat'. Remember, it took a couple days for you to hit your peak with quite an intense buildup. I realize now the same happened with Muffin, but I missed most of it while I was fetching the aunts home. I suspect tomorrow night will be the magic time, and Lord! How fitting that would be to make our baby on such a special night for both of us! Carol Anne, you and Muffin are geniuses! Tonight is New Year's Eve and I think we should spend it together, even if Princess and I do monopolize the lovemaking."
Carol sighed wistfully. "Yeah... We never thought about her making her baby, but we knew the importance of that anniversary. That's why we picked it. It'll help mark the beginning of our new life, just like it did the last time. The only problem we have now is finding someplace for you two to have your private time. There're too many people in the house right now, with no other bedroom for Muffin and me to move into for a night, and with the kids' toys all in there, there's no way you'll get any privacy in the living room."
Just as Carol said that, Paul and his wives appeared, Paul looking fit and rested despite being kept 'up' all night. <grin> It hadn't been that long since I called them, so they must have had a quick shower indeed. I had expected Riekie and Diane to be down with the kids first, but then, with four of them, the kids would play in the bath for a while yet. They must have heard what Carol said, because after we'd all had a morning hug, Pie asked, "Why do you and Muffin need a separate bedroom, Carol Anne?"
Jo got coffees for the three of them then she and Pie set to helping Carol prepare breakfast and Paul joined me at the table. Watching them work with Carol was like observing a well-choreographed dance. I'd always thought it was something peculiar to the Koorstis women, but having witnessed Karen blend in so well with My Girls (My Girls!) I thought it might have more to do with being Princesses of the Old Blood. Regardless, the kitchen soon filled with my favourite mixture of food aromas — toast, bacon, and coffee.
Carol explained our 'private time' concept and that tomorrow we were restarting the tradition with Riekie because of its significance as an anniversary. The Koorstis's understood immediately, and really liked the idea. Pie laughed and said, "Ah so! It is us being here, using the extra room that causes a problem."
I was afraid she might think they were no longer welcome. "Oh, c'mon Pie! You're not the problem! We just realized our house isn't big enough sooner than we expected. We knew it wasn't going to be anyway, and we've already decided to build a new one that will be. My God, by this time next year we're going to have a minimum of seven kids plus four adults living here. We'll be tripping over each other, let alone have room for guests. I hope we can get it finished in time for next Christmas."
Paul spoke up, "Well, a new house might be fine for next year, but that doesn't help now. What does help is that Don and Lori already thought of the possibility of overcrowding, and invited us to stay with them once you got settled in. It appears you have, you don't need us as baby sitters now, and we'd like to be able to spend some time with them. We can go there anytime as long as we let them know in advance. I'll call Don right now."
Paul stepped to the phone, called Dad and explained the situation. I heard Dad's amused laugh. Very aware of our private time from before, he'd always endorsed it. After talking for a few minutes Paul said, "Hang on, I'll ask." He covered the phone and said to Carol. "They have a spare bedroom we can use indefinitely, but it isn't furnished yet. Can we borrow that bedroom set of yours stored there?"
Carol laughed, "Sure, it belonged to Oma originally. I'd much rather see it used than collecting dust. I didn't bring any linens though -- we left all that behind because it belonged to the house."
Paul went back to Dad on the phone and told him they could use the furniture. He arranged with Dad and me to set it up as soon as we got back from returning the van and trailer. I suggested we take long enough while we were in the city to pick up a couple sets of linen. Paul finished his conversation with Dad just as Diane and Riekie came downstairs with the children and an armload of linen from our bed that needed to be laundered.
The kids swarmed all over me for good morning hugs and kisses then descended upon Mommy Carol, the Oma's and Paul. Such a happy, chattering bunch of little magpies there never was! We finally got them settled down at their own table and got them their juice. Diane and Riekie wanted to help with breakfast, but the other three had it under control. They were told to get a coffee and sit down because they'd done their share that morning getting the kids up, bathed and dressed.
D.J. came over and climbed on my knee. "Daddy is this our home now? Do we really live here now?"
I laughed. "Yes, Sweetheart this is where we live. Maybe by your next birthday we'll have a new, bigger house, but it will be right here. Why do you ask, Honey?"
She snuggled close to me. "Goodie. We like it here. This is a happy house, with lots and lots of happy tickle sounds. Mommy is so happy! She was happy at Mommy Carol's house, but she's real happy here. We've nev-ver seen her this happy!"
I pulled her close in a tight hug. Everything was going to be just fine now. Carol and the aunts took our orders for eggs. Soon everyone had a plateful of hot breakfast and our meal became a typical time of family and fellowship with laughter and love. It was so heartwarming to see the happy faces of My Girls once more gracing the halls of the farm, obviously overjoyed that finally they were home.
Because it was New Year's Eve, Paul and I didn't dally over breakfast. We decided to get on our way as quickly as possible to return the van. Many places would close by noon, so we wanted an early start. The aunts wanted to come with us for a number of reasons — they wanted to see Paul's house, they wanted to make sure we got 'decent' coloured linen for their bed, and I think they just wanted to get out of the house. While we'd been away, they had been cooped up as live-in baby sitters except for little trips into town for necessities, so they needed time away.
I wanted to be back as quickly as possible too. We had lots to do before the party tonight. We were on the road well before nine and in the city by a little past nine thirty. It only took a few minutes to drop the van and trailer at the depot and settle the account. From there we made a quick trip to Sears to check out bed linens. The aunts surprised me, and acted like a-typical females in a department store. They bought only what they came for, and were finished in relatively short order, getting three complete sets of King-Size 'Bed in a Bag", and even lucked out on a mattress cover. They also picked up several sets of heavy bath towels to augment Mom's supply.