Five Mums Ch. 31 - Rub Down & a shock

Chapter 31 - Rub Down and a shocker.

I woke up the next morning, which was a Friday naked with Yana lying on top of me, as usual drooling and blowing bubbles. Somehow, I didn't mind it at all. I bent my head down and kissed Yana on top of the head. Followed by a quick shake to stir her up. As I shook her, I could see a small puddle of white on the sheet where we had been sleeping. It must have been the cum that I had deposited in her ass the night before slowly making its way out overnight. I smiled at how my betrothed had taken it like a trooper.

I shook her again.

"Yana, better get up." I said as I shook her.

"Hrrr." Yana replied irritably. I found out that Yana was not a morning person.

I lightly shook her again.

"O, dobroye utro, good morning I mean." Yana said wearily rubbing her eyes. I had come to notice that whenever she was stressed, scared, happy, tired, or horny. Yana would switch back to Russian.

"Morning beautiful, Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Da, very well. I slept like infant." Yana answered casually running her hand over my chest. She too was naked. I was looking at her naked chest wondering what they must have been like before she had her operation. I knew they were enhanced, and she was a size 8DD. And she had gone up two cup sizes with the enhancement. I wondered what they must have been like when she had a size 8C.

"That's good, must have been that orgasm you had." I teasingly said.

"Da, I have never orgasmed like that. Must be because I have an awesome lover." Yana cheekily replied. Then she stopped smiling and sat upright her head in her hands, almost like she was about to cry.

I sat up next to her. I looked at her, the worry was plain on her face.

"What's the matter Yana?" I said the concern noticeable in my voice. As I rubbed her back.

"I am concerned." Yana stated.

"About what?" I asked.

"Pregnancy." Yana answered trying to hold back the sobbing.

"Yana, the pregnancy is going to be fine. I know it." I said cuddling her close to me.

Yana just let out one big sob. I held her closer her tears streaming down her cheeks and collecting on my shoulder.

"What are you concerned about?" I asked softly.

"Will the mladentsy be okay?" She answered in between sobs.

"What you mean?" I asked.

"Will the sex and the orgasms hurt them? And I have the morning sickness. I am not a good wife and mother." At that she pulled away from and fell down into a foetal position on the bed sobbing loudly.

God, I'm going to need some help on this one I thought. I need an older female to help me. I quickly slipped off and put some underwear on. In case my parents were up. I walked to the door. It broke my heart to see Yana like this. But I needed help.

I walked into the hallway and down the short distance to my parents' bedroom. I lightly knocked on the door.

"Yes." Came mum's voice.

I opened the door and walked in. Mum was sitting up in bed in her night dress. Dad was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh hello, I take it you and Yana had fun last night? We could hear you." Mum said.

"Mum, not now. I need your help." I said back.

"Why what's up?" She replied.

"It's Yana, she's in bed sobbing and is inconsolable. I just don't know what to do. She's talking about the babies. And how she isn't a good wife or mother. And it's her fault she's hurt them." I said.

The look on mum's face changed. It was a look of seriousness.

"What? Has she miscarried?" Mum said concerned. Jumping out of bed like it was on fire.

Mum rushed past me, at a million miles an hour.

She quickly bolted into our room. Walking over the assortment of clothes that were on the floor, she quickly walked across to Yana's side and knelt down.

"Yana, what's happened? Tell me love. Please?" Mum softly said to Yana as she stroked Yana's hair.

"Mama, nothing and everything." Yana replied sobbing still.

"Sit up and tell me petal." Mum said.

Yana sat up in bed. Her pendulous naked tits exposed. Not that it mattered. Mum had already sucked on them. Mum sat on the edge of the bed. Patting Yana on the legs.

"Good now that you're up, is it okay if Jay stays? And tell me what's got you so upset." Mum said.

Yana looked at mum.

"Da he can stay." I sat at the end of the bed.

"Now what's happened. Have you miscarried?" Mum gently but directly asked.

"Nyet, mama but I am worried that I might." Yana said.

"Why?" mum asked.

"I love your son a lot and I want to make him happy, and the beremennost' is making me horny. And then because I am horny, I seduce him, and he makes me cum. But I worry that when I cum. It will harm the mladentsy. I am a bad wife and mother." Yana said and then descended into heavier sobbing.

"Yana, love look at me." Mum said. Yana refused to look at mum.

"Yana, Yana! Look at me." Mum repeated almost shouting.

"Yana, please sit up?" I pleaded. Yana sat up in bed, wiping her eyes and sniffing.

"Yana, listen to me, I have been pregnant and it's perfectly natural to be horny. And the pregnancy hormones just makes you horny a lot more. And cumming is part of it. It is perfectly okay and normal. I know when I was preggy with this one. I was horny all the time." Mum said slapping me on the shoulder as she said it.

"Really, mama. You were? How horny were you?" Yana responded her tone changing.

"Petal, I was extremely horny, all, the, time. I nearly killed my husband, really fucking four or five times a day." Mum said accentuating each word.

Yana then smiled and giggled.

"That's better petal, any other preggo concerns?" mum asked.

"Apart from the sickness? Nyet." Yana replied.

"Good. Now would you like Jay here to take you back to family planning? Let the doctor tell you things and get a check-up?" mum asked.

"Da." Yana answered.

"Right, and what does that word mean? Mlad-something?" mum asked.

"Mladentsy? It means babies mama." Yana said with a smile beaming across her face.

"Oh. Now that's better, that's the Yana we all know and love. Isn't that right Jay?" Mum said. Looking over her shoulder at me as she finished her sentence.

"Yes, that's right." I confirmed.

Mum turned and looked at Yana, holding Yana's hands in her own.

"Right. How's the morning sickness going?" Mum asked as she looked Yana in the face.

"So far so good, it hasn't gotten better, but it hasn't gotten worse." Yana answered.

"Morning sickness unfortunately goes with the territory. There is no cure, all they can do is control the nausea. But when you get to three months or so it goes away anyway, but by then you'll be showing anyway. I didn't have any morning sickness at all. But when Penny was expecting Thomas, my god. She couldn't even walk two steps without vomiting. So, there is worse." Mum bluntly said.

I was a bit put back by mum's bluntness, but I was beginning to realise that is what Yana needed at times.

"Now Jay, go and make this one a good breakfast while we get ready for the day. And seeing as it's gone seven o'clock. Ring Family Planning and make an appointment. If necessary I'll let work know about Yana." Mum directed me.

I quickly left to do as 'directed.' I started making bacon, eggs, and toast. Hoping it wasn't too optimistic given Yana's morning sickness.

While I was cooking I also rang the family planning clinic. They did keep some space open for same day appointments. The receptionist confirmed they had a free spot at quarter past four that afternoon. I said that would be ideal.

When I was asked for the patient's surname that was a tad more difficult.

"What's the patient's surname?" The receptionist asked down the phone.

"Pavlyuchenkova." I answered.

"How do you spell that?" The receptionist asked.

"Good question, Pavliuchen. I don't really know." I answered embarrassedly.

"Ok what's the first name?" asked the receptionist.

"Yana, with a Y." I said.

"Y, A, N, A?" she asked.

"Correct." I said.

"Here she is Yana Pavlyuchenkova. All booked for 4:15 this afternoon." She said.

"Goodo, we'll see you then." I said.

"See you then." She replied.

I hung up the phone and served the breakfast food. Just as I was placing the food on the table, Yana and mum entered the room.

"Morning all." I cheerily said.

"You have been busy." Yana replied.

"Yes he has hasn't he?" mum sarcastically said.

"Yes, and I've made an appointment for you at the clinic at quarter past four." I said.

"Good because Yana was saying she has a full schedule except for last period. When she is free but has some marking to do. And I have a full schedule teaching so I can't take her. So, you'll have to take her." Mum said.

"Good I have the afternoon off. I didn't know what her schedule was, so I made one for after school anyway." I said.

"He is good, Da?" Yana said.

"Hmm." Mum murmured.

"So, dig in I do hope you'll enjoy and tolerate it." I said.

"Tolerate?" Mum asked.

"Yes my cooking." I said, I actually meant tolerate in that would Yana tolerate it and not bring it up. But I didn't verbalise it.

We ate breakfast together and then while the girls cleared it away I got dressed for school.

We all got ready and then surprisingly mum ran us all to school. It was a short trip and she parked in her space in the staff car park.

We all got out. Yana went one way. I went to go on my way when mum stopped me.

"Just a moment you, I need a word." Mum said.

"Yes?" I enquired.

"Come and walk with me and talk." Mum said as we both walked together.

"It's about Yana. We both heard you practice anatomy last night. Your father thought it was funny, as he said you are young. But the sex doesn't concern me. Although I still need some of you. Just remember that. But I do have my concerns. First I didn't expect you two to move out so fast. I suppose it's the whole empty nest thing. And it's making me feel old. And I'm not old. Second, I'm concerned about how clingy she is. I don't know if it's a Russian thing, or her, or the pregnancy. In nine months, you are going to be halfway through your first year of med school and she will be pushing two kids out. I don't know what to say." Mum said with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

"Mum, first of all we are only looking at this stage. But I agree, while she has the money she might as well spend it on something good. But she hasn't even bought it yet. And the clinginess, I too have my concerns. But then I look at her background, at 18 she was sent to a foreign country for education then back to Russia, then married a man who treated her like a convenience. And you know how much Russian women value marriage. She feels like she has failed. And she wants to make amends the second time. I did some searching on the internet. And apparently the clinginess is a common Russian thing. Also, there is seven women to every male over there, so the women do tend to cling a lot. But maybe the pregnancy is making her clingier. I just don't know. But I do love her." I said to mum.

"I Know you do. But just remember what we discussed. And don't forget to pick Yana up at half past three, her car keys are in the foyer. And if she wants you to go in with her, go in with her. Okay?" Mum said and then walked away, leaving me to walk to class.

I walked to class, I quickly spoke to Thomas, he demanded an update on wedding prep etc.

"I need to know what kind of stripper, you like. So, I can get you the complete opposite for your stag night. You are having a stag night aren't you?" he said.

"I don't know. Haven't given it much thought to be honest." I said.

"Oh, dad is giving me 'Henry' it's too old for his work so he's handing it down. Just two things wrong with it." Thomas said.

"Okay, I'll bite who is Henry and what is wrong with him?" I asked.

"Henry is dad's old hearse, not the fancy one they use for funerals, he's got the Jag and Rolls for that. It's the Ford Falcon wagon they use for cadaver collection. And he's a V8 and has no backseat. So, no cruising and can I afford to run him?" Thomas replied.

Thomas's father came from a family of undertakers, fifth or sixth generation but Thomas had no inclination to follow his forebears into the industry.

"So, is he still pissed you don't want to follow in the family business?" I casually asked.

"Yes, you're following yours. Ha, it would be funny if we both followed our fathers into the family businesses eh?" Thomas said jokingly.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, you could give me work, a doctor and an undertaker. Kind of the whole bury your mistakes thing." Thomas jokingly said.

"Haha." I replied.

Then we went our separate ways. I ran into Simon at lunchtime as I was heading home. He mentioned no one had heard from or seen Andrew for a while. But apparently Andrew was pissed. I deflected it and continued on my way home. It took about 20 minutes to walk home. I spent the time at home studying. At 3:30 I grabbed Shmel's keys from the table in the foyer. And left to pick Yana up. Knowing she might be late, After packing up. I picked Yana up at the gate to the staff carpark.

She came out about 3:35. But she had changed. Her 'uniform' of grey t-shirt and navy track pants had changed into a yellow sleeveless blouse and black office type pants. With black leather shoes.

She opened Shmel's passenger door and climbed in.

"Hello gorgeous, didn't know you'd changed." I said.

Hello sweetie, da I keep clothes in locker and don't want to be seen in doctor's in work clothes. So, I change." Yana replied and then kissed my left cheek.

"How are you, this afternoon flower?" I asked.

"Gooood." Yana answered.

"You?" She asked.

"Good. "I answered as we headed out.

I turned my head to the left and winked, she turned her head to her right and did the same. She also reached her right hand across to my left thigh and laid her hand on my left thigh and left it there as we drove.

We had got stuck in traffic and I was thinking something, something that given Yana's state I should verbalise. As in my limited experience. It could cause trouble. But I decided to verbalise it.

"Yana, I am very sorry to ask this question of you. But?" I tentatively asked.

"Yes? But what?" Yana asked somewhat apprehensively.

"Hmm." I fumbled trying to find the words.

"Darling please tell me what is in your mind." Yana asked.

"I would but I'm afraid I'll offend you."

Yana turned and looked at me her eyes drilling into my face, she pulled a weird looking face.

"Tell me, you most probably won't offend me. Whatever you say won't offend me. So skazhi eto, dorogaya. Or just say it sweetheart." Yana mewed.

Okay, bite the bullet time I thought.

"Yana, I was wondering how many weeks pregnant you are? It's just with everything happening so quickly we sort of haven't established a timeline." I subtly asked.

Yana's hand dropped from my thigh, and she crossed her arms in front of her, turning her head to face forward.

"Humph." She snorted.

I thought 'Christ now I'm in for it.' As we drove along in silence.

"chertov muzh, plevat' na menya, yego zhenu i detey, Mozhet, mne stoit udarit' yego po yego duratskoy golove. On menya bol'she ne lyubit." Yana shouted.

"If you see dairy stop." Yana said, the grumpy tone to her voice apparent.

I was approaching a dairy. It was the same one I went to before; I pulled up and parked.

"What you want, sweetie?" I asked cautiously.

"Don't sweetie me. I want a strawberry milkshake." She grunted.

I got out of Shmel and walked into the dairy.

"Back again, so soon too." It was the same older man.

"Yes, strawberry milkshake please." I answered.

"Ok." He answered.

"You seem a bit unsettled sonny. If you don't mind me saying so." He asked.

"Ah, fiancé is in a mood. I asked her how many weeks pregnant she is. And she kind of took it the wrong way." I depressingly answered.

"I'm assuming it's your first then? They get better they more they have. I was 17 when I left ol' London town for Portsmouth and jumped on a ship and sailed away. I got a girl into trouble. You did the right thing son, staying by her. When I sailed away, I didn't think twice, but I should have stayed. That was nearly fifty year ago now. Three wives and nine kids later. I regret what I did." He confided in me as we waited for the shake.

"Oh, and she's expecting twins too." I said.

"Don't worry son, marriage is a fine institution. It took me awhile to learn it. But it is. When they're like this you just have to drop anchor and ride out the storm." He said in a Michael Caine like manner.

He took the shake off the mixer and handed it to me. I went to pay him. He refused.

"On the house son." He said and then wished me good luck and goodbye, until next time.

I walked back to the mini, got in and sat back in the driver's seat. I handed Yana her milky. She took it and had a mouthful. And then started giggling.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, you were really worried, I was just teasing you, so I can see how you react." Yana said laughing and poking me.

"That wasn't funny. I thought you were really pissed off." I complained to Yana as we drove on.

"I was just teasing; in fact, I was wondering the same thing myself. I put myself at about six weeks." Yana admitted.

"And the milky?" I asked.

"Well, I wanted to see how desperately you wanted to get in my good books, plus I've had a sudden craving for one all day." Yana said.

"So, you've first craving then?" I asked.

"Da, first craving." Yana said.

When we stopped at a red light, she returned her hand to my thigh and reached across and kissed me. Then smiled.

What did you say in Russian last? That shouted one?" I asked.

"oh, chertov muzh, plevat' na menya, yego zhenu i detey, Mozhet, mne stoit udarit' yego po yego duratskoy golove. On menya bol'she ne lyubit.?" Yana replied.

"yes that one." I answered.

"chertov muzh, plevat' na menya, yego zhenu i detey, Mozhet, mne stoit udarit' yego po yego duratskoy golove. On menya bol'she ne lyubit. Means bloody husband, not care about me his wife and babies, Maybe I should hit him on his stupid head. He doesn't love me anymore." Yana said.

"But you were teasing right?" I asked.

"Don't know was I?" Yana sarcastically said back ending in a giggle.

Five minutes later, we arrived at the clinic. I parked 'Shmel' and then walked around to help Yana out. We walked the short distance to the door and checked in. Well, I checked her in. Yana sat down and started reading the magazines. She went through them but settled on one. It was a weekly magazine called 'The Property Press' it was full of what houses were for sale in the area. Yana studied it intently. Even approaching the receptionist if they had a pen and paper she could use. When she was told that the magazine was free, and she could take it because they had plenty. Yana was ecstatic.

She came back and sat next to me pointing out which ones had piqued her interest. I noticed I was the only male there. Family Planning was a not-for-profit organisation that provided fertility and sexual health services and education, for both genders. But most of its clientele were female. It also provided pregnancy care for the first trimester.

We sat there and waited, Yana marking which ones she was interested in, so my Saturday afternoon was spoken for, it seemed. Yana seemed to like brick houses, three bedrooms, with some land and open plan living. All the houses on her shortlist were flat, one level brick houses, open plan living on full sections.

She had shortlisted a dozen or so. Most in our neighbourhood. Then we were called. They normally call their by family name, but after three tries they just called 'Yana'. Yana put the magazine in her bag, reached down to grab me by the hand and stood up. I was under the assumption that she didn't want me to go with her, I assumed wrong. Just about being pulled in. She needn't have, I would have jumped at the chance.