A Couple Pt. 04

Turning to Lisa and me, "Why don't you find a cup of coffee. I need to do an examination of Natalie. Come back in half an hour."

When we returned, she was still there, along with a man whose pin said Timothy Yang, M.D.

He introduced himself and said, "Natalie says she wants you to be part of our conference about your son's foot problem. Please sit down and be comfortable."

Dr. Williams asked Natalie, "You are sure you want to do this now? It is a bit unusual to brief this kind of problem in the middle of delivery."

Natalie winced and said, "Yes. Especially since you want to go to work as soon as he is delivered."

For the best part of an hour, the two doctors walked us through the remedial steps that would be taken to deal with the deformed foot. Quite a bit depended on exactly what they found when they could examine him up close.

"There isn't any magic about fixing this developmental deformity. His bones are soft and we need to train the foot immediately to point straight ahead. If necessary, we will intervene surgically, but would prefer not to. We also want to return him to his mother's arms as quickly as we can."

I noticed, as did Dr. Williams, that Natalie was not able to pay much attention, because the intensity of the contractions had ratcheted up, along with shorter timing.

"Tim, she is dilating really fast. Let's have her move to the delivery room and you get your people ready.

To us, Elizabeth said, "Natalie tells me you agreed to be in the waiting room. Now is the time to go there."

My darling wife gave both of us a kiss and a hug, and was wheeled away.

It was just before ten in the morning when we sat down. And a little over an hour later when Lucy appeared, saying, "A perfect delivery. Dr. Yang and his team have your son. Your wife is in recovery and will see you in an hour or so."

Lisa got busy on her phone, sending the news to Madelyn and other relatives on the list Natalie had given her.

It wasn't even an hour when Natalie appeared with an unhappy looking Lucy, walking straight into my arms, trailing an IV trolley.

"Oliver, he wants to be called Oliver."

Lisa cheered and I hugged. The kiss I got was strong. Mom had done her job and was moving on. Lucy humpfed and said, "Natalie, your insides are still pretty delicate. I'd like you back in bed for a few hours. If everything is ok late this afternoon, Dr. Williams may let your family take you home."

Holding my hand, Natalie said, "Yang told me he would come by and tell us Oliver's condition as soon as he could."

Lisa and I followed Natalie and Lucy back to the first room she was in and helped her into bed. Very matter of factly, the new mother said, "My bottom is a mess, but they didn't have to cut me. I didn't even get the epidural. While I was deciding, I had a couple of big contractions, pushed hard, and he just popped out!"

Lisa and I laughed, "Natalie, you are something else!"

Every so often, a nurse looked in to check on the condition of her womanly parts, trying to shield the view from us. Natalie chirped, "Don't worry about that. They've seen everything there is to see down there!"

Just before noon, Yang showed up, smiling and holding Oliver out to his mother. "He has a little boot on his leg. We will need to look at it every other day for a week or two. If he has trouble tolerating it, call my office. In terms of severity of problem, he is about a three on a scale of ten. With luck, by the time he is ready to walk, the leg should be close to completely functional."

Natalie was trying to say thank you and cope with Oliver at the same time. This didn't work and my new son let out a loud yowl. Which broke everyone up. I did the hand shaking and Dr. Yang made a quick exit.

Lucy had returned and said to Natalie, "This is going to be your first nursing experience. It can be ugly. I am going to chase family out of here so the three of us can concentrate on that task."

Leaving a phone for Natalie to summon us if needed, Lisa and I went to find some lunch. After we filled trays in the cafeteria and sat down, I breathed a giant sigh and said, "That went with the speed of light. The little devil wanted out!"

Lisa laughed and said, "He sure did. I am so happy for Natalie. Are you ok with Oliver as a name?"

"I am terrifically happy with Oliver. I meant it when I said any of the names would be ok. And it was a great notion for her to say he picked it himself. Do you suppose she will keep up that story when he is older?"

She butt fisted me and yelled, "Yes."

By three in the afternoon, we were back with Natalie and everyone was fading. Even Dr. Elizabeth was droopy. "They are sending me home, and I am sending you home too. Even Oliver. He is incredibly strong for a newborn. Has great numbers. Yang says he might as well be home with that boot as in here. His happiness is with Mom right now, and that will keep his mind off that thing on his leg. Did you survive the nursing encounter?"

"Lucy says I lucked out. He went after me for four or five minutes and fell asleep."

"That is perfect. Your milk isn't fully in yet, and he doesn't need much food yet. But he will be after you tonight. Get these helpers to arrange you so he can lie on your chest and feel your heartbeat. That's been the constant in his life for months and will help him get used to being out in the world."

Not very much later, Natalie and I were in the back seat and Lisa was carefully driving us home. Oliver was bundled up against December chill and mostly in my arms, and mostly had his eyes closed.

I got a nice warm kiss on my lips. "Oscar, I can't believe this. I'm not big anymore. We have this squirmy little thing. We are a family!"

One of the first things new parents learn is that babies may not be able to talk, but they have a will of their own, and will exercise it by yelling. Plans made from book learning go out the window fast.

In the house, I held Oliver while Lisa and Natalie got organized all over again to deal with a new arrival. He opened his eyes and looked at me before squawking loudly. Natalie rushed over to take him.

"Rejected already?" I said. Lisa hugged me and made soothing noises. I pinched her and growled.

Natalie sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Should I see if he wants to nurse?" She slipped the straps of her dress off and exposed her beautiful breasts, which were fuller than we had seen before. I reached out to tweak a nipple and it obligingly squirted onto my fingers. Lisa cheered, "Mommy milk! Lots of milk!"

Put to her breast, the tiny bundle demonstrated his sucking reflex, which was already strong. She looked up at us, tears in her eyes. "I am just silly. This happens millions of times a day all over the world, but it is so special."

Lisa and I were bright eyed too. We helped Natalie into a comfortable position and Oliver did his thing. When we looked over a few minutes later, both parties were napping. Lisa pushed me against the kitchen wall. "I think I have to have one of those."

"Wait a week and see if you are still interested. We have not been through any sleepless nights yet. Or held him yelling for an hour because of colic."

"Don't be nasty. He won't do those things."

Holding on to her, I said, "You and I have to shift gears and chase the West End problem. Do you have anything from Madelyn?"

"Just a text hours ago saying she was going to dinner with Middleton and another friend. It's the middle of the night now, so she must be asleep, poor girl."

"Let's get up at midnight, if Oliver doesn't already have us awake, and call her on the video link."

"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, shouldn't she be off to her parent's house?"

"Yes, of course. We will tell her that, and get calendars more or less in mind for the next few days or a week."

She hugged me, "Our calendar is spelled 'BABY' for now, isn't it?"

Oliver was indeed awake at midnight and even waving his tiny arms a bit while making sucking noises. Lisa and I were on the far side of Mommy, who had his crib tucked right up to the side of our big bed. Natalie said this was an approved location, keeping the baby safe, or at least safer, from suffocation, but having him close.

When she discovered we were intending a call to Madelyn, she insisted on bringing Oliver and herself along. We tried to discourage this and got nowhere.

"I am not an invalid. I don't even hurt much. The walk will do me good."

Oliver, full of milk, dozed in my arms without complaint. When we arrived at the video studio, Lisa got caught up in the moment and carefully arranged parents and child in camera view before making the call.

Maddie was in the flat, working on breakfast and still in her running clothes. "Oh my god, look at you. It is the middle of the night! How is he? How is the foot? I love the name Oliver and can't wait to get back there."

With Oliver quiet on his mother's ample bosom, we heard a rapid fire recitation from London of Madelyn's first day of investigation of the rumors. Fortunately for West End, the holidays dampened the rumor mill. But signs pointed to a hedge fund effort, and probably not one headquartered in the UK. Madelyn was working contacts looking for recommendations on merger consultants, especially the ones who specialized in discouraging unwanted attention. No names yet. She had also raised the surveillance level on the flat, and had a talk with their IP guy about attacks online.

"He said at this time of year, the best thing is just to take everything down except a public facing page that says Happy Holidays, See You Next Year."

The three of us in California were nodding our heads. Madelyn said, "I can't believe you have that lovely creature at your breast. It is our own version of the Nativity scene!"

Lisa laughed and said, "Partner, as of noon your time today, you are off duty. Do that to the system, and to yourself as well."

London laughed and said, "Yes Ma'am! But I do have one question before I go. Do we want to get bought out, even if it is a lot of money?"

Lisa looked at Natalie and me and found us shaking our heads no. She said to Madelyn, "No, we are having too much fun. Is that ok with you?"

Madelyn was jumping up and down, "Yes, yes, yes. But I was worried you would be tempted!"

"Not tempted. Say hello to your family for us. Bye."

From the other end, "Bye, Oliver..."

The first few baby days lived up to their reputation in the books. Natalie's body was still recovering while Oliver was hyperactive, feeding every few hours, and waving his arms aggressively. He peed and pooped aggressively too. I insisted on being the cleanup person and got laughed at for my troubles.

Dr. Yang took a personal interest in Oliver's foot. After the first two visits, he said the foot was conforming to the boot very well, and his progress was ahead of schedule. We were instructed that visits could be every two weeks unless a problem developed.

I played with him on the big bed, and he was already reacting differently to his father than his mother. Natalie teased me, "You males are all alike."

And went on, "I might need that big cock of yours sometime soon." Lisa looked up, "Natalie!"

The new mother put Oliver in his crib and rolled into me with a hot kiss. "I'm not really ready for you, but what about the shameless sister?"

The two of us lay there gazing at Lisa, who actually blushed. The blush got deeper when Natalie said, "You need him, don't you? Take your clothes off and come over here."

There was a terrible frown, followed by a smile as she rose and dropped her tee and shorts. "You are just trying to tease me to death. He is yours, not mine. Maybe we need a swim to cool you down. He can watch Oliver. They are already bonded."

They walked out, naked and arm in arm, laughing. I found my laptop and lay in the favored position next to his crib, where eyes were currently closed. After a bit, Natalie came back, toweling off, and said, "You are to go out there for a swim and a good fuck. She is still fussing about that business with the presumed father! Not to mention whether she is going to use your sperm to impregnate herself. I want you to know that I am perfectly ok with whatever she and you decide."

"Is this what is called 'laying a trip' on me?"

I received a hard stare. "No more nonsense, Oscar. You've got a perfectly good cock. Go and use it on her. Tell her I insisted."

I jumped up and ran for the doorway, shedding clothes.

Lisa was standing in the shallow end, drops of water glistening on her boobs. There was still a chill in the air even though noon was approaching.

I dove across the pool into her arms. "She says we are required to have sex. Thinks you need therapy."

She folded herself into me. "I guess I do. Take me someplace that is warm." I was quickly hard. She could have a nice ride on my cock to the warm place. While she was distracted by a hot kiss, I raised the muscled rear and slid us together before walking out of the pool.

I shushed her attempt at a comment. "Turn off that superactive mind. Let your body do the talking."

By the time we were stretched out on the living room rug, my ear was full of moans and dirty talk. "I should have known you wouldn't stop. A little harmless flirting and look what happens. God, you are big. Just ripping me apart."

I drove hard and choked off the noise with a wet kiss. Her cunt was welcoming me. Clenching and humping. I needed this as much as Lisa did. Devious Natalie probably guessed that. Two tense bodies froze and climaxed together, then collapsed to the fluffy carpet, clinging to each other.

When we looked up, Natalie was in the doorway, clapping loudly. "Just a few more days, and I will be there with you. Come and have some lunch before Oliver wakes up."

Before she could finish, there was a yell from behind her and she rushed out of sight. Lisa slapped my butt and said, "We will shower and do the lunch duty ourselves!"

Oscar was such a good baby, we were almost holding our breath. Lisa asked Natalie if she wanted to pump some milk into bottles so she and I could take on a couple of the night time feedings.

"That's an interesting idea. Why don't we try it. I can always take him back if he won't do a plastic nipple."

Later that afternoon, while the women were working on the experiment, I fielded a call from Wilma, who said everyone at her parent's house was fussing and fighting. Would it be ok if she came back for New Year's Eve, since there would probably be a worse fight after they all got truly drunk? She would tell them there was an urgent work requirement. I smiled at her and repeated, "Urgent."

Natalie asked, "What's urgent?"

"Rescuing Wilma from her quarreling family. She would like to spend New Year's Eve with us."

"Tell her Oliver sends a special invitation."

I relayed this and heard a screech at the other end. "OMG, Oscar, I am on my way."

Natalie cuddled Oliver on her belly, and Lisa curled at my side. I asked, "Does Oliver have an opinion on buyouts?"

They giggled and Oliver opened his eyes. "He will, for sure!" A little arm waved and fell back down. He made a small gurgling noise and went to sleep.

I whispered another question. "Other than dealing with the rumor mill, how do we discourage buyout attention?"

Lisa stretched and rolled on top of me for a kiss. I kneaded her tough butt and made a low growling noise, adding, "With your connections, and presence both here and in London, West End makes an attractive target. What about looking around for a U.S. outfit that would bring synergy?"

Another kiss was followed by, "You are confusing me. Yesterday, you were saying we shouldn't be interested in a buyout?" She flexed her hips and I found it hard to pay attention to her question. I worked from glutes slowly up her back to purring noises.

"What if they had deeper pockets for bigger deals, and let you maintain control over business decisions?"

Natalie was dozing and I was dragged to the kitchen to work on dinner. My hands found other parts of her body to caress and cause trouble. "Stop. You already had me today. I am tingling all over. We have to pay attention to dinner and finish the conversation.

I whispered in her ear, "Once was not enough." He was very hard and poked against her hip.

She slapped my face and pulled me in the direction of the back bedroom. I quickly removed the clothing from both of us and tossed her to the middle of the bed. She waved her arms and kicked her feet in the air. "You are just using me because Natalie is temporarily out of action."

If she wanted rough, she would get rough. A fast move and she was over my knees and receiving a hard blow to the firm globes I had been massaging. "You are a hopeless slut. Teasing and flaunting this incredible body. Where is the modesty? The feminine restraint?" I added several more swats and took her from the rear. The juicy sex swallowed all of me in one hard thrust.

"Ahhh. You evil fucker! Taking all your frustrations on poor me..."

This was going to end quickly. I tried to wait for her, reaching under for a boob.

"No! No! Oh Oscar, do me hard!"

We came together and collapsed. In a minute, catching her breath, "Oscar, you are good for me. I can't imagine how one guy and two women works, but can we try? I feel truly in love with you, even though it is incest and other bad things."

Laughing, I said, "It is all Natalie's fault. She keeps encouraging our bad urges."

From the doorway, we heard, "Yes. Bad urges." She came and sat by us on the side of the bed, one hand moving up and down two bodies.

"You are good together. Enjoy it. Don't worry about the uptight world. Hang on to the happiness we have right now. It is in short supply."

Lisa and I reached out and pulled her into our smelly pile. "Short supply," echoed in the room.

Wilma landed early the next day and refused a pickup, finding her own way to the house with instant cheers for mama and new baby. Oliver, at four days, already was using those marvelous blue eyes to search his little world.

After thirty laps to vent her frustrations over family friction, Wilma launched into my arms with a red hot kiss and asked, "How are you surviving, Daddy?"

"Be careful, wench, or I'll use my hand on your bottom."

"That would be good. I need to focus on work again."

"What about your swimmers? Do you have notions of settling down with any of them?"

She took her time with a very long kiss, "I'll let you know. In the meantime, do you still have roaming privileges?"

Natalie and Oliver were sunning nearby, both pretty much naked. My wife with the big boobs said, "He does. I keep warning him it won't be long before I am back in action, but for now..."

Lisa walked up from the video studio and said, "Madelyn reports she has gone back to London and just had dinner with a guy who fits our need for a merger consultant." Tossing her shift to one side, she dove into the pool.

Wilma pulled my hair and asked what was going on. By the time I finished a short recital of recent events while she was away, Lisa was climbing out and applying a wet hug. "We need to talk." They wandered off, deep on conversation.

Oliver woke with a small cry and a search for a nipple. Natalie smiled at me and provided one. "When do you think Oliver can go in the pool?"

"We have to find waterproof pants. No poop in pool! Then we must find out if the boot can get wet. Do you want me to call?"

"Yes. Come give me a kiss."

On my knees, I did. She hummed.

"You know, Oscar, this is fine living for a new mom. Helpers at every hand, a quiet baby who hasn't had his first screaming fit. I am thoroughly spoiled."

"Enjoy it. And put your brain cells to work on advice for Lisa and Madelyn. The next ten days, as everyone goes back to work, may be pretty tense."