A young woman adjusts to and thrives in her 'new normal' of being a double leg amputee and repeatedly pregnant.
Part 6 consists of the following chapters:
Chapter 21 – Questions and answers
Chapter 22 – Biding their time
Chapter 21 – Questions and answers
Now that Valeria had been exposed to other people, and especially children, with missing or incomplete limbs, she started asking questions. “Mommy, how come Amy doesn’t have any arms?” she asked Jazmyn. She was used to seeing people without legs, but armlessness was new to her, not counting her completely limbless grandmother Bryana.
Her mother replied, “I don’t know, honey. That’s just the way God made her.” Jazmyn and Valeria had talked about God before, so she understood that God made everything and everyone.
“Did God forget to put her arms on her?” the child asked.
“No; God never forgets to do anything, and he never makes mistakes,” Jazmyn said patiently.
“Did he make her with no arms on purpose?”
“Yes, dear.”
“How come?”
“No one knows why, but he must have had a good reason. Maybe someday we’ll know what that reason is.”
“Did God make me with no legs on purpose?” Valeria asked.
“That’s right, dear,” her mother answered.
“Did he have a good reason?”
“I’m sure he did, honey.”
“Did he make Josie and you and Aunt Hope with no legs on purpose, too?”
“Well, he made Josie that way on purpose. But he made Aunt Hope and me with legs. We both used to have legs,” Jazmyn explained. This was new information to Valeria.
“What happened to your legs, Mommy?” she asked.
Jazmyn stopped what she was doing and gave Valeria her undivided attention. “Come sit up here with me, baby,” she said to her daughter. Valeria came over and held up her arms so Jazmyn could lift her up onto her swivel office chair; Jazmyn did so and held her daughter close. “Remember at the pool party, there were lots of people who were missing arms or legs? There were a lot of kids that way, but there were some grown-ups, too.” Valeria nodded; she remembered. “Well, they were missing their arms or legs for different reasons. Some, like you and Amy and Josie, never had them because God made you without them. Other people, like Aunt Hope and me, used to have them.
“Before you were born, I was in a very bad accident, and my legs were hurt so bad the doctors couldn’t make them better. The only thing they could do was to take them off. The same thing happened to Aunt Hope. Other people who used to have arms or legs got very sick, and the sickness made their arms or legs so sick the doctors couldn’t make them better, either, and they had to take them off.”
Valeria pondered this. “Can people’s arms and legs come off?” she asked. She couldn’t imagine how they could; her own arms seemed to be permanently connected, as opposed to some of her dolls which had arms and legs which could be pulled off.
“They weren’t meant to come off. But doctors can take them off if they have to,” Jazmyn explained. She decided against graphically describing amputation to her young daughter.
“Were you sad when the doctors took off your legs, Mommy?” Valeria asked.
“Well, no, not really,” Jazmyn replied honestly. “I knew the doctors did what was best for me. And I knew God must have had a good reason that I got into that accident and had to have my legs removed. I didn’t know what that reason was until you were born. Then I realized he probably made that happen so you and I would be alike. This way, I can teach you how to do things without legs.”
Jazmyn continued, trying to provide a balanced perspective. “Aunt Hope was very sad when her legs had to come off. She was very, very, sad. All she wanted to do was lie in her bed and cry and feel sorry for herself. Then I thought of another reason why God made it so my legs had to come off. It was so I could make Aunt Hope feel better.
“I didn’t know Aunt Hope then, but her sister told me about her. Everyone was trying to cheer her up, but nothing worked. Then I went to see her and try. She saw that I had no legs, either, but I was happy anyway. She didn’t understand how someone with no legs could be happy. I explained to her that I could still do almost everything I used to do when I had legs, I just had to do some things differently now. I told her that your daddy and everyone else still loved me without legs, and so there was no reason for me to be sad. Then I told her she could do almost anything without legs, too, and everyone still loved her, and so she didn’t need to be sad, either. And that cheered her up.”
Jazmyn considered that Valeria might have had a reason for asking that question. “Are you sad that you don’t have legs, baby?” she asked her daughter.
“Sometimes I’m sad, when other kids are running and jumping and I can’t,” Valeria replied.
“I want to show you something, Valeria,” Jazmyn said. “Just a minute while I find it on my computer.” She found a YouTube video of legless athlete Jen Bricker. “Now, watch this legless girl run and jump.” The video showed her as a child doing flips on a trampoline, and various gymnastic routines including getting a running start and doing a whole long series of flips. It then showed clips of her on the floor or ground, without a wheelchair or prosthetics, playing basketball and volleyball and softball with other girls who had legs.
Valeria lit up, wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open. “How does she do that!?!” she asked in amazement. “I’m sure it took a lot of hard work and practice. But you can do that, too, if you want it bad enough and you work hard and practice. Look at me, baby. There is almost nothing you can’t do if you work hard enough. It might be harder for you than it is for people with legs. It might take longer. But you can do it! So I don’t want you to ever be sad you don’t have legs. God made you this way for a reason, and someday you’ll know what that reason is, and then you’ll be very glad he did.” Jazmyn hugged her daughter tight.
“Mommy?” said the little girl.
“Yes, baby, what?” Jazmyn asked.
“I wanna run and jump like that girl. Can you teach me how?”
“Well, you can practice running on your hands now, and you don’t need anyone to teach you. Running is just fast walking. But no, I can’t teach you to jump like that, because I never learned how. I’m sure there’s someone who can teach you, though. I’ll just have to try to find them for you, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy,” said Valeria as she snuggled against her.
A short time later, Valeria was tearing around the house, walking/running on her hands as fast as she could. Jazmyn could only smile.
Valeria was a few months shy of turning four years old. Jazmyn had no idea whether there were gymnastics programs for children that young. But a quick online search showed that there were several in their area that accepted children starting at age 3. The next question was whether any of them would be willing to work with a girl with no legs. She knew she wouldn’t find an answer to that question online.
Jazmyn called the various places offering gymnastics programs to three-year-olds as well as those where four years was the youngest age they’d accept. She started out asking vague questions about whether they worked with children with physical challenges. Some of them, particularly those programs run by local government recreation departments, just flatly said they didn’t, and there was no point in inquiring further. She had better luck with the programs offered by businesses, though those were more expensive. She made appointments to talk directly to the instructors from those programs, and found one in particular that she felt would be best for Valeria. The instructor wanted to first work one-on-one with Valeria in advance of the next beginner four-year-old tumbling class that would begin in January.
Valeria absolutely loved her one-on-one sessions with Chloe, the gymnastics instructor. Valeria could already stand, walk, and run on her hands while in an upright position, of course. Chloe worked with her to be able to lift her body into a horizontal position and then a handstand position while on her hands, and then to walk forward and backward while in those positions. She also taught her how to do forward and backward somersaults, and they’d begun to work on cartwheels by the time the actual class began.
Chapter 22 – Biding their time
Victor and Jazmyn informed his family in New York that they wouldn’t be going back to visit them during the upcoming holiday season, as their twin boys wouldn’t even be six months old yet. It was just going to be too much for a man and a legless woman to try to travel with a legless preschooler and two infants.
As a result, several of Victor’s relatives decided to visit him and his family in order to meet the twin boys and of course catch up with the others. They didn’t want to miss the biggest holidays with their own families, or get stranded by flights cancelled due to winter weather, and winter was fast approaching. Victor had gone back to work after paternity leave, so it was actually helpful having additional adults around to keep Valeria entertained and share the work of caring for the twins.
First to visit was Victor’s mother Isabella, who stayed for three weeks. Isabella, of course, had previously done a 180 in her opinion, going from resenting Jazmyn and her family as the reason her granddaughter Valeria was born without legs, to deeply appreciating Jazmyn for saving the lives of her grandson and her father’s cousin.
Isabella had never spent any significant time with Jazmyn on her home turf, and so she saw for the first time how Jazmyn managed her household and cared for her family, how she routinely interacted with Valeria, and the work she was doing running the charity. Isabella quickly realized what a dynamo Jazmyn was, and how she seemingly effortlessly kept all of those balls in the air. Isabella was worn out just watching Jazmyn go about her routine.
Being a devout Catholic, Isabella placed a high value on doing charitable work, and she quickly realized that her secular daughter-in-law was running rings around her in how much good she was doing and how many people she was helping through her charity. She was truly embarrassed by her own feeble efforts in comparison with Jazmyn.
Isabella saw how Jazmyn was doing everything she could to keep Valeria from feeling like being born limbless was a bad thing. She heard them talking about God having good reasons for them to both be limbless, and she observed Valeria in her one-on-one sessions with Chloe, the gymnastics instructor. Valeria asked her mother to show Isabella the video clips of Jen Bricker and explained that she was learning how to be just like her. She saw her granddaughter playing with her armless friend Amy like it was the most normal thing in the world, and how they both found the right balance between helping and encouraging each other.
Isabella also saw for the first time how deeply Jazmyn and Victor loved each other and went out of their way to make each other’s lives easier and happier. That was putting it too mildly. It seemed that they both lived to make each other’s lives easier and happier. And they weren’t still newlyweds; they’d now been married for four and a half years and had three kids. She realized this wasn’t something that could be faked for her benefit over an entire three weeks.
Most significant, though, in Isabella’s mind was that Jazmyn’s legless friend Hope was teaching her about God and familiarizing her with the Bible. She didn’t observe this firsthand, but Jazmyn explained that’s what they were doing when she asked Isabella to watch the kids while she went out with Hope. She realized that Hope wasn’t Catholic and wasn’t teaching Jazmyn how to be Catholic, but for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to think that maybe it was okay to not be Catholic if you were truly living your life as God would have you to do. She realized that Jazmyn was exemplary in that regard. She was a little light on knowing much about God and fulfilling her religious duties, but with Hope’s help she was working on that.
Isabella went home after her three week stay truly realizing what a good, selfless, loving, strong woman her son had married, and loving her and being proud of her as if she were her own flesh and blood.
Months later, Jazmyn couldn’t wait to get pregnant again. If she couldn’t be put in bondage or go to subspace very often due to her family responsibilities, she at least wanted to have the most satisfying vanilla sex possible, and that meant having a big pregnant belly and being full of pregnancy hormones. But it was a lot of work caring for the three kids she already had – not so much Valeria any more, but certainly the twin boys, not even a year old yet. She could imagine how hard it would be trying to care for a newborn – or newborns, possibly – along with her three existing kids only a year from now. She really didn’t want to have to do that if she could help it, and that meant she needed to start seeing if anyone wanted to use her womb again.
Jazmyn called her triplet brother Ian, for whom she’d previously carried twins. “Hey, Ian, have you and Julian given any thought to having another kid or two?” she asked him.
“Well, yeah, we’ve thought about it,” Ian replied, being non-committal.
“And?” Jazmyn asked, not really wanting to know if they’d thought about it, but rather if they had decided.
“And nothing. We haven’t made any decisions; we’ve only talked about it.”
“Well, I have an opening coming up, so if you’re interested, I’m going to need you to let me know soon; otherwise, I'll be looking for someone else to use my womb,” Jazmyn told him.
“You might want to also talk to Kaden,” Ian said, referring to their mutual triplet brother. “He and Alejandra might also be interested.”
“Why would they be interested?” Jazmyn asked. Kaden and Alejandra already had a son named Mateo who was 2-1/2 years old, a few months older than the twins Jazmyn had carried for Ian and Julian.
“I’ve probably already said too much. You’ll have to talk to them about it; that’s all I’m saying,” Ian replied.
Curious, Jazmyn got ahold of Kaden. He had gotten out of the Air Force after serving eight years, and was now working for a defense contractor in southern California. After they’d spent a few minutes catching up, Jazmyn explained the reason for the call. “I was talking to Ian about whether he might want me to be a surrogate for him again. He didn’t give me an answer, but suggested that I talk to you, without any explanation why. So that’s what I’m doing, but you’re going to have to take it from here since I’m obviously out of the loop.”
“So what, you’re wanting to get pregnant again but you’re not ready for another kid yourself?” Kaden asked.
“Bingo,” said Jazmyn in confirmation. “I figured I’d offer my services to Ian again before registering with a surrogacy agency, but then he sent me to you for some reason.”
“Yeah, I don’t think Ian and Julian are in any hurry for more kids, seeing as how they already have twins keeping them busy,” Kaden offered.
“The same is true of us,” Jazmyn replied, referring to Victor and herself, “except that ours are quite a bit younger.” She then asked the obvious question. “So what about you and Alejandra? You only have one kid.”
“Yeah, about that…” Kaden said, somewhat sadly. “Alejandra wanted this kept private. She was not happy that I told Ian about it. Despite that, I think it’s time I tell you, too, since it’s relevant to your question. Obviously, what I’m going to say doesn’t go any further.
“Alejandra had a very difficult pregnancy last time. Show me a list of complications and problems pregnant women can have, and I’ll show you a list of what she had. Extreme morning sickness, gestational diabetes, preeclampsia, you name it. Even extreme postpartum depression.”
“I had no idea,” Jazmyn said.
“I know. No one did, because that’s how she wanted it. We were in Germany at the time, so it was easy to keep it secret.
“Anyway, she was adamant that she was never going through that hell again, and she had her tubes tied. Coming from the family that we did, I wanted lots of kids. It’s been a bone of contention in our marriage, especially because she did that without even discussing it with me. We’ve been trying to work through that, and it turns out that she doesn’t object to having more kids, she just won’t carry them.
“We’ve been looking into our options, including adoption and surrogacy. None of them are cheap or easy. But if you were willing to be our surrogate, it would greatly simplify things. We’d much rather have our own biological children than adopt someone else’s.”
“So what do you want to do, since you can’t tell her we talked about it?” Jazmyn asked.
Kaden replied, “I can tell her you approached Ian about being a surrogate for him, which is true. I’ll imply that Ian mentioned that to me, or maybe I’ll get him to tell me that so it’ll be true. Then I can bring up the subject with her, and if she’s agreeable, then we can contact you and ask you to be our surrogate.”
“That’ll work,” Jazmyn replied, “but you definitely need to have Ian tell you about my conversation with him. If you only imply that he did, she’ll notice that and ask you direct questions, forcing you to either lie or admit you violated her trust and told her secret to me. Neither of those things will help your relationship.”
“Would you do me a big favor, then?” Kaden asked. “Would you have Ian call or text me? It’ll seem more natural for him to contact me to tell me about you, than if I contact him for no apparent reason and he tells me. If he could do it tomorrow evening or the one after that, she’ll be home and it’ll look better.”
“Sure, I’ll be happy to do that,” Jazmyn replied. “I assume Alejandra is out of earshot right now.”
“Obviously,” Kaden replied. “She’s not home, or we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”
So Jazmyn talked to Ian and Ian talked to Kaden and Kaden talked to Alejandra. Several days later Kaden and Alejandra called Jazmyn. Kaden and Jazmyn pretended that they hadn’t talked in a while and they caught up with each other. Then Kaden said, “Ian called me the other day and said you asked him if he wanted you to carry another baby or two for him.”
Jazmyn replied, “Yeah, but he didn’t give me an answer. I don’t think they’ve decided whether they want any more kids or not. Victor and I aren’t ready for more kids yet, but I’d love to be pregnant again, so that’s why I asked him.”
Kaden then said, “Ian told me they haven’t decided whether they’d ever want more kids, but they’re not ready for them right now, either. Which brings up the reason for my call.” Kaden and Alejandra then said they’d be interested in having Jazmyn carry a baby for them, while only providing the least, most vague reasons as to why. All Alejandra would say is that she didn’t like being pregnant. Jazmyn didn’t press her very hard for more information since she already knew.
Jazmyn suggested that if they wanted more than two kids total, they should consider having two embryos implanted in her womb; that way, they’d likely get two for the price of one. She wasn’t willing to carry more than two, though; she knew from experience that that was difficult enough. They were both receptive to that, and then they discussed the timing and whether Alejandra should come to Jazmyn’s city to get her eggs extracted or Jazmyn should come to their city to have the embryos implanted.
Jazmyn pointed out that she’d already done this before for Ian, so if it were all the same to them, she’d rather use the same facility she’d used previously. She told Alejandra that her sister Paige could tell her about her experience getting her eggs extracted, since that’s who Ian got them from.
Over the course of the next several weeks, Jazmyn and Kaden and Alejandra worked out the details for the couple to come to the facility Jazmyn had previously used in the beginning of July, when Jazmyn’s twins were turning a year old. Kaden and Alejandra would combine this with a visit home over the Independence Day holiday weekend. No one else other than Victor was to know what was going, on at least until Jazmyn was confirmed to be pregnant with Kaden and Alejandra’s embryos.
Chapter 23 – Two makes three
Kaden and his family came to town a couple of days ahead of Independence Day, and he and Alejandra kept their appointments at the fertility clinic to submit a sperm sample and have eggs extracted, respectively. The following week, Jazmyn went to the clinic to have two resulting embryos implanted in her womb.
Within a few weeks, Jazmyn knew she was pregnant again and returned to the clinic and had it confirmed with a pregnancy test. She shared the news with Kaden and Alejandra, but they didn’t want to make any of this public yet. She advised them that she’d only keep quiet about it until her bump began showing, and it being likely that she was carrying twins, that would only be a few months at most. They said they understood, but would appreciate some advance notice as that time drew near.
But Jazmyn’s bump grew bigger and faster than during either of her previous twin pregnancies. After only two months, she informed the bio parents that their time was about up for keeping this a secret, and that she was growing quite a bit faster than either of her twin pregnancies, her belly as well as her boobs. “You’d better prepare for the possibility that there’s triplets in there, or even more,” she told them. “I’ll have an initial ultrasound in a few weeks, and we’ll know more then.” It occurred to Jazmyn that she’d better start preparing for that possibility as well.
The ultrasound revealed that Jazmyn was indeed carrying triplets and that her due date was in early April the following year. Likely, however, they’d actually make their arrival sometime in March or possibly even late February. It was still too early to determine the babies’ genders, however. Jazmyn called Kaden and Alejandra that evening with the news.
“How can they implant two embryos and we get three babies?” Alejandra asked. “Is one of them yours? It’s going to be hard to tell which, since all three will be half Anglo and half Latino.” Jazmyn thought to herself that Alejandra must have skipped high school biology class when they were covering human reproduction.
“I assure you that none of them are mine, Alejandra,” Jazmyn replied. “They test for that kind of thing before they do the implant, and I wasn’t allowed to have sex afterwards until the embryos had time to attach to my uterus, which would have completely shut down the release of any of my eggs. Obviously, one of the embryos divided in two. Two of your babies are identical twins. The same thing happened twice to Mama Bryana, once with our sisters Rowena and Sophie, and once as a surrogate when she had four eggs implanted and delivered five babies.”
“Well, I don’t know what we’re going to do with three new babies!” Alejandra protested.
“The same thing our parents did when they had Kaden, me, and Ian,” Jazmyn countered. “They just did the best they could. At least you got to practice with your first one. They didn’t get that opportunity. Seriously, you’d do well to talk to Alyssa about her experiences raising multiples.”
“You sure I can’t pawn one off on you? It’s half Anglo and half Latino, just the way you like ‘em…” Alejandra said, joking.
“Nah, we’re good,” Jazmyn replied, playing along. “But just so you know, you’re not the only ones who didn’t sign up for triplets. It’s going to be tough for me as well. The two times I carried twins, they really limited my mobility in the third trimester, and especially in the last month. It’s only going to be harder still with three.”
Victor had to work late that evening and didn’t get home until after Jazmyn’s phone call with her brother and his wife, and she’d put the kids to bed. She heard his key in the lock and skateboarded to the front door to greet him. “Hi!” she said to him. “Want some dinner? I can heat it back up.”
“No, I ate already, but thanks,” he replied, as he squatted down to give her a kiss. “Valeria is probably still awake if you want to say goodnight to her,” Jazmyn suggested.
“Thanks. I will,” he replied.
Jazmyn poured herself some cranberry juice, took a seat on the sofa, and waited for Victor to return. When he did, she patted the seat next to her, inviting him to sit there, which he did. “I had my first ultrasound appointment today,” she said, implying there was more to it than that.
“Oh?” he replied, encouraging her to continue.
“There are three of them in there,” she said, just letting that sink in.
“How do you feel about that?” he asked, already pretty sure of the answer.
“Partly excited, mostly terrified,” Jazmyn replied. “I’m really worried about my mobility, Victor. I’m going to be chasing three kids on the outside while lugging three around on the inside. I can barely move when I’m eight months along with twins; how long am I going to be that way with triplets?”
“I think maybe it’s time we trade in the Mustang for a wheelchair van. I know you hate them, but you keep needing one. Nothing says you have to use the ramp all the time, but it would be there when you did need it. And those lift devices we rented last time? We can rent them again, or buy those, too, only so we have them for when you need them. And if you need help caring for the kids, we’ll get that, too.”
Jazmyn sighed. She did hate the idea of a wheelchair van, especially driving one permanently, but Victor had a point. She loved it when she got to drive the Mustang, though. She probably felt the least disabled when she was cruising around in it. “Is there any way we could get the van and keep the Mustang? It’s what, twelve years old? It can’t be worth a whole lot in trade.”
“It’s fourteen years old, and no, we wouldn’t get enough for it to make much difference. I was just thinking that we didn’t need three cars, and that one is the oldest and the least practical,” Victor replied.
“I know it doesn’t make any sense on paper,” Jazmyn said, “but I’m really attached to that car. It’s not often that I’m out in public and don’t sense that someone is feeling sorry for me or thinking what an inspiration I am. When I’m driving the Mustang, they just see a hot chick in a cool car.” Jazmyn smiled, thinking of that. “Sometimes it does me good to be able to take off the Clark Kent glasses and fly around Metropolis.”
“I didn’t realize it meant so much to you, but I get it.” said Victor. “There’s no reason why we have to sell it.” He paused, and then said, “We’ll get through this, Jazmyn, you carrying triplets. You’ll get through it, but not on your own. We’ll figure it out together and make adjustments as we go along, okay?” Jazmyn smiled and nodded. Victor was right, of course.
“Besides, think about how huge your belly is going to be!” he said. He knew how much her big pregnant twin belly had been a turn-on for both of them in the past. “Think about how horny we’re both going to be and how good the sex is going to be! And if you’re really that immobile, it’ll be just like being in bondage without the restraints.” Jazmyn couldn’t help but laugh and even get a bit aroused at the thought of that.
“So how did Kaden and Alejandra take the news?” Victor asked.
“Alejandra’s pretty freaked out,” Jazmyn replied. “She even offered to give one of the babies to us. Kaden’s cool with it, but he’s used to babies being born in litters.”
Jazmyn paused, and then said, “You know, all that talk about my huge belly and pregnant sex and immobility has put me in the mood. Want to celebrate?”
Victor didn’t have to be asked twice. First things first, though, he thought to himself. Since he had trained her to involuntarily orgasm on command if she were already aroused, he did just that and verbally triggered the first of several orgasms of the evening right then and there, just to keep her in practice and to get her warmed up for the main event. As they headed for the bedroom, Jazmyn told him, “Please, keep telling me how huge and immobile and desperately horny I’m going to be and what you’re going to do to me then!” Victor happily obliged as he proceeded to repeatedly pleasure her and then nail her but good.
Victor knew he only had a few months to find a wheelchair van, so he started looking right away. Wheelchair minivans, like Mama Bryana had, could only seat a maximum of five people. That was perfect for them at the present, but if they had any more kids it wouldn’t be. However, they were readily available, both new and used. Full-sized wheelchair vans could accommodate more passengers, but those were much harder to find in inventory, new or used, and probably impossible to find configured the way they’d need it. New ones were almost always uniquely configured to the specific needs of the buyer, but they were prohibitively expensive.
Victor realized in the short term, at least, a wheelchair minivan would be the best solution for them. Even those were quite expensive if new, so he regularly checked for used ones for sale that weren’t high mileage or close to the cost of a new one. After a couple of months, he found a used one in the Goldilocks zone, not too high mileage but not too expensive, either, and bought it. Not too long after that, Jazmyn reached the point where she actually needed it.
Jazmyn’s youngest two sisters were both in their first semester of community college, but it turned out that one of them, Cara, wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue. She expressed a willingness to sit out the spring semester and work assisting Jazmyn with household chores, child care, and personal needs. Jazmyn was ready to put her to work immediately after she finished final exams in mid-December, and figured she could use her for a good month after she gave birth to Kaden and Alejandra’s triplets, expected to be sometime in March.
The next issue to be resolved was how and when to get the triplets to southern California where their parents lived. Jazmyn wasn’t willing to travel there and stay there ahead of being too pregnant to travel; her whole life, including her trusted Ob/Gyn, Dr. Parker, was right where she was. But medical experts advise against long car rides for babies under three months of age, and even then, recommended frequent breaks. It would take multiple days for Kaden and Alejandra to drive home.
There was less of a consensus about flying; some experts thought the same age limit applied, and others didn’t have a problem with babies flying starting at two weeks of age. But there were risks taking an infant on a plane, especially before they’d had their first round of vaccinations. However, taking one infant on a plane is one thing; taking three of them is another matter entirely.
After much discussion, it was agreed that the best strategy was for Alejandra and the triplets to stay with Kaden and Jazmyn’s parents for at least three months. They had plenty of room, having had twelve kids themselves and most of them now moved out. Kaden would use paternity leave and be with them as much as he could. Alejandra wasn’t fond of this idea, as she didn’t know Kaden’s family well, but she couldn’t argue with the logic behind it. Their son Mateo, who’d be almost four years old, would make a few trips with daddy and then they’d play it by ear after that.
Jazmyn’s triplet belly was now much bigger than it had ever been before, and she still had a couple of months to go. But with Cara helping out, and the lift devices that they went ahead and purchased, and the wheelchair van, Jazmyn was able to manage. But her libido was also bigger than it had ever been as well. She was sexually aroused most of the time now, especially when she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror.
They got into a routine where she’d excuse herself and retreat to the privacy of her bedroom every day at the same time, during Victor’s lunch hour. He’d go to his car and video call her and talk dirty to her to get her more turned on. She’d put on a ball gag to minimize the sound, and he’d give her the command to orgasm. Under those conditions, she couldn’t keep from doing it if her life depended on it. Then, when Victor got home, they’d have Cara stay long enough for them to get in a quickie. Cara knew full well what was going on, and they knew that she knew, but no one minded.
Once the kids were asleep, Jazmyn would without fail put on her heavy metal collar and chain and her wrist shackles, and they’d have a longer, more relaxed session. They didn’t dare actually bind her, for fear of one of the kids suddenly needing her, but wearing that gear was better than nothing. Usually she’d keep it on overnight.