A young woman adjusts to and thrives in her 'new normal' of being a double leg amputee and repeatedly pregnant.
Part 7 consists of the following chapters:
Chapter 26 – Loving discipline
Chapter 24 – Triplets
When Jazmyn began experiencing sporadic contractions in mid-March, Alejandra went ahead and flew out to them, because she wanted to be there to witness the birth of her three new children. Kaden wanted to conserve his time off for after the babies were born, so he stayed behind and continued to work. Alejandra stayed with Jazmyn and Victor, wanting to be as close to her triplets as possible. This gave the two mothers a chance to get to know each other better, as it wasn’t until another week later that Jazmyn actually went into labor. They had a standing arrangement with Cara that she’d come over and watch the kids when that time came. They called her, and once she arrived, Jazmyn, Victor, and Alejandra headed to the hospital.
Victor had heard the stories of Mama Bryana having orgasmic deliveries of most of her babies, and got the idea that he might be able to cause Jazmyn to do that. He didn’t say anything to her about it; he wanted it to be a surprise, and it wasn’t even a certainty. She had to already be aroused for him to be able to make her cum on command. Victor did give Alejandra a heads up about what he had planned so she wouldn’t be confused or shocked when it started happening. He explained to her about Mama Bryana’s experiences in order to provide some context. Alejandra didn’t know what to make of this, but she knew she’d married into a very nice but very strange family.
At the hospital, while Jazmyn was in the labor room, Victor ducked out for a minute to talk to one of the nurses who was caring for her. “I know you’re too young, but have you heard the stories from 15-25 years ago about a woman with no arms or legs who repeatedly gave birth to four or five babies at a time and had orgasms while doing it?” he asked.
“Oh yes, that woman is legendary around here. They call her ‘The Goddess’. Why do you ask?” the nurse replied.
“My wife, the one with the triplets and no legs, is that woman’s daughter. There’s a good chance of orgasms today, but I may have to coax her a bit, so don’t be surprised at the way I speak to her, okay? It’s all in good fun,” said Victor. The nurse just smiled and said she was looking forward to it.
When the nurse came back in, she asked Jazmyn, “Is this your first pregnancy?”
Jazmyn laughed and replied, “Oh no; this is my fourth.”
The nurse asked, “How many babies did you deliver in the first three?”
“Five total, so these babies are numbers 6, 7, and 8.”
“Have those all been yours, or are you a surrogate mom?” the nurse asked. She’d apparently talked to a more senior nurse who filled her in on Bryana.
“Three of the first five are my own. The other two I carried for my gay brother and his husband, and these three belong to Alejandra here, who’s married to another of my brothers.”
The nurse then quickly glanced at Victor and smiled, and then said to Jazmyn, “You kind of remind me of a woman the senior nurses talk about who they call ‘The Goddess’. Like you, she’d had her legs amputated, but also her arms. She always carried multiples, as many as five at a time, and had a total of something like 40 babies, some hers and some she carried as a surrogate.”
Jazmyn replied, “That’s my mother, Bryana Farris. I’m her eldest daughter, and I’m a triplet myself. The two brothers I spoke of are my womb-mates, and we have nine other siblings.” The nurse pretended to be surprised to learn this.
Victor then said to Jazmyn, “I think you need to step up your game, Jazmyn. Your mother never had fewer than three at a time, and that’s the most you’ve had. Four pregnancies and only eight babies to show for it. You know you were destined to be a breeder like your mother, meant for sex and making babies. You do pretty good in the sex department, but we need to work on the baby making. Next time, I think we should get you on fertility drugs so you can have more at once. Maybe you can beat your mother’s record and have six or seven. Think how enormous your belly would be then! You wouldn’t be able to move at all, and that means I’d pound you at will for the entire nine months. Maybe we should get your arms cropped, too, so you can’t even try to push me away.”
“Stop it, Victor, you’re making me horny talking like that!” Jazmyn protested. But although it was a bit embarrassing in front of Alejandra and the nurse, she really didn’t want him to stop at all. Her eyes and smile contradicted her words, and Victor could see she was enjoying it. He kept it up; he wanted her good and horny when she delivered.
After they moved Jazmyn to the delivery room, he whispered to her, “On second thought, using fertility drugs is cheating. I bet you could will yourself to release more than two eggs at a time, if I ordered you to and you were submissive enough. We’ll need to work on you being so submissive that even your involuntary bodily functions submit to my will. You’re still young enough that you could beat your mother’s total if you put your mind to it. We might need to have you be pregnant nearly all the time though, and high order multiples go without saying.
“Maybe without arms, you could devote your full attention to super-ovulating and permanent arousal and endless sex and growing lots of babies in your womb. I could keep you bound 24/7 for good measure. You’d still have a neck for wearing your big, heavy slave collar that could be chained to the bed. Oh, and you can forget about ever wearing clothes again. Then you could fulfill your destiny of being nothing but a cum receptacle and baby factory.”
Jazmyn looked up at him and whispered back, “You’ve gotten me so horny, Victor! I can hardly feel pain from the contractions. I wish you could f**k me right here and now!”
Then the doctor said, “Okay mom, I need you to give one last big push!”
As Jazmyn began pushing, Victor said to her, “I can do something almost as good,” and he gave her the command to orgasm. Jazmyn simultaneously pushed the baby down the birth canal and had a mind-blowing, lengthy climax. The orgasm actually helped her to push more effectively, and she involuntarily screamed from both as the first baby entered the world.
As Jazmyn regained her composure, she said to no one in particular, “That was nothing short of amazing! I can’t find the words! Nothing compares to cumming while pushing out a baby! No wonder my mother wanted to have as many babies as she could!” Then she realized she had Victor to thank for the experience. “Thank you so much for doing that, my Lover! You are so good to me!” she said to him.
From observing and overhearing all of this, Alejandra began to have a better understanding of her husband’s family. Pregnancy and delivery had been sheer hell for her, but the Farris women lived to be continually pregnant and push out as many babies as humanly possible.
The process then repeated itself as Jazmyn delivered the remaining two babies. The third time, though, Jazmyn orgasmed even before Victor gave the command. Her unconscious mind knew the order was imminent and knew it needed to submit to it, and so it just did so proactively. Jazmyn wondered whether she’d now always orgasm during delivery or if she’d need a “refresher” command the next time. She also wondered since Victor could make her orgasm on command, or even when the command was assumed, whether he could cause her to super-ovulate on command. It didn’t seem as crazy as it sounded. She’d find out in about a year, she supposed.
Alejandra was overcome with emotion holding her three babies for the first time. It was so much easier to love them with all her heart when she wasn’t a physical and emotional wreck from a difficult pregnancy and delivery. It didn’t even bother her that there were three of them to care for. She felt energized to care for a dozen of them if that’s how many she had. Of course, she still knew in her head how exhausting three would be, but her heart didn’t care.
Before she had to give them back to the nurse, she had the presence of mind to have Victor take a few photos and a short video with her phone. As soon as her hands were free, she sent these to Kaden. Kaden was almost as emotional seeing his three new children for the first time, and made arrangements to catch the first flight home.
Kaden and Alejandra named their boy Marco and their identical twin girls Adelina and Alicia. Kaden and their firstborn Mateo stayed for a week and then returned to their home in California. It killed Kaden to have to leave his wife and newborn triplets. Kaden and Jazmyn’s adopted mom Alyssa was an old pro at managing the care of multiple infants, so she kind of took over, which Alejandra actually appreciated. Alyssa was very kind and patient to her daughter-in-law, and taught her many of the hacks she’d learned over the years.
Once Jazmyn was sufficiently recovered from childbirth, she also spent as much time as she could at her parents’ house helping Alejandra with her triplets and just trying to put her at ease. As the weeks went on, Alejandra became more and more at ease with her husband’s family and appreciative of all they were doing for her and her babies. They were certainly experts at caring for multiple newborns.
Alejandra realized she was really happy she had chosen to spend the first months of her babies’ lives with Kaden’s family. The longer she stayed, the more she loved them. Her own family was quite dysfunctional, and it had been lonely traveling the world as an Air Force wife. She finally felt that she had a tribe who she could count on to have her back.
When Kaden returned home for his last visit before he was out of paternity leave, she asked him, “How hard would it be for you to find a job here?”
“Probably not too hard; I have lots of friends here who could help me get in somewhere,” he replied. “Why?”
“I want to stay here. I want to live here,” she said. “Your family has been so good to me and the kids, and I love them all dearly. Matt loves having so many cousins to play with. It would kill me to have to get on that plane back to California.”
“I’d love to move back here,” Kaden admitted. He’d taken the job in California mostly because they recruited him at just the right time, when he needed to either re-enlist or get out. “Let me get ahold of some of my buddies and see what they can do for me.” Kaden did that, and managed to get an in-person interview before he had to fly back. A week later, he accepted a new job in his hometown, gave his notice at his old job, and started making arrangements to move. Alejandra was thrilled. She started looking for a place for them to live, but Kaden’s parents told her there was no rush; she and her family could stay with them for as long as they needed.
Chapter 25 – Going too far
As soon as Jazmyn was cleared to resume sex again, she arranged to have her kids spend the weekend elsewhere. As soon as she got home after dropping them off, she immediately put on her heavy metal collar with the attached chain and her wrist shackles and removed every stitch of clothing. She got on the bed, and she put on nipple clamps, a ball gag, and a blindfold, put a vibrator up her snatch and turned it on. She then locked the chain attached to her collar to the headboard, and then attached the two wrist shackles to each other behind her back with a timer lock.
Jazmyn then tried to recall what Victor had said to her that got her so horny when she was in labor. He said she was destined to be a breeder, meant for sex and making babies. He suggested that she get her arms amputated so she’d be unable to push him away and would be helpless and undistracted by anything but sex and pregnancy. She thought hard about that. Being limbless, she’d be unable to take care of her children, which was something that she very much loved doing. Was Victor just saying she should do that in order to get her horny, or was that something he really wanted? If he did, was that something she could submit to? Should she make it hard limit and refuse?
Victor also initially said she should take fertility drugs so she could be pregnant with a lot more babies at a time. He then changed his mind and instead suggested that if she were submissive enough, he could order her to release more fertile eggs from her ovaries and her body would comply, and then he could make her massively pregnant, carrying even more babies than Mama Bryana ever did. The idea of being that pregnant was exhilarating, but in reality she’d be a beached whale, unable to move. But if she didn’t have arms, it wouldn’t matter anyway. Again, was Victor just talking or was this something he really wanted? Could she really submit enough that he could control her involuntary bodily functions? Did she want to be that pregnant, and did she want to be able to let him control her to such a degree? She didn’t know the answers to any of these questions.
She decided she should just try to see if she could mentally submit enough that she wanted the things Victor had suggested. She just meditated on the thoughts of him ordering her to get her arms removed and telling her she could never again be independent or care for her children or even hug them. The thought of that made her cry with deep sadness. Still, though, she persisted in trying to submit to that. It was very hard to do; she didn’t even know if it were possible.
Then she shifted gears and tried imagining such a degree of submissiveness that he could control her body in ways she couldn’t even control herself. If he could do that, he could make her heart stop beating if he were so inclined. She didn’t think for a second that he’d ever remotely consider such an idea, but the idea that he even could was sobering. Could she trust anyone that much? Even if she could, would she be willing to, or was that another hard limit?
Nevertheless, she tried to be submissive enough to be willing, just to see if she even could. Willing to have her arms amputated if Victor wanted her to. Willing to let him control her in ways she couldn’t control herself. Willing to let him cause her to be pregnant with six or seven babies. As she really concentrated on doing all of that, she sensed that she was approaching subspace.
That had never happened before – getting anywhere close to subspace on her own. It frightened her, and she immediately stopped any thoughts of being submissive. That was much harder to do that than she realized – it was as if she were on a downward slope to deeper submission, and she had to crawl back up the steep slope to keep from going over the edge.
She was frightened for two reasons. The immediate reason was that there was no one else present who could help her get safely through subspace and then recover from it. But the more significant reason was the possibility that, if she submitted deeply enough to go to subspace, it might actually cause her to start to deeply want to the things Victor had suggested, and then be unable to stop wanting them. Then, quite possibly, they’d be inevitable. She had no idea whether any of that could happen, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
It seemed like it took quite a long time – but she’d really lost any sense of time – to drag herself up that steep slope. Finally, it became less steep, and she could stop and rest. She was utterly exhausted, mentally and emotionally and apparently also physically. She’d completely lost any desire to orgasm. Yet, she was trapped, chained to the bed with her hands shackled behind her back, and that damned vibrator still doing its thing. This was no longer fun. All she could do was lie there, trying to not think anything submissive, and wait for either the timer lock to release or for Victor to come home. She started crying and couldn’t stop.
Victor arrived home before the lock released. He called out to her but she didn’t answer, but yet her car was in the driveway. He went looking for her, and found her where she suspected she might be, in self bondage with a ball gag in her mouth, chained to the bed. Yet, he immediately sensed something was very wrong. He could see she was crying and had a desperate look in her eyes.
Victor immediately removed the gag so she could tell him what was going on. “Oh, Victor!” she sobbed. “Please turn off the vibrator!” He did, and asked if she wanted him to remove it. “Yes, please!” she replied through tears, “And the nipple clamps, too.”
“What’s going on, and what can I do to help?” he asked, concerned.
“Just hold me,” she said, and sobbed uncontrollably for a good long while, so much so that she couldn’t get a word out. Victor saw the key for the lock securing her to the headboard on the dresser. He momentarily left her, got the key, and unlocked the lock. Next, he saw that she had a timer lock securing the wrist shackles to each other, with another 45 minutes to go. There was nothing he could do about that.
Eventually, with Victor holding her and comforting her and telling her everything would be all right, Jazmyn calmed down enough to speak. Victor first asked her where the kids were. Once he knew they were safe, he had her tell him the whole story, including what was going through her mind as it happened.
“Victor, I have to ask you this, because I’ve been wondering and thinking about it ever since I was in labor. Were those things you said what you really want, or were you just saying them to get me aroused?”
Victor knew he had to be very careful how he answered. The reality was that he fantasized about those things, but he also realized how they were decidedly not in either of their best interests. As a good Dom, he could never ask her to do them, or even hint that he wanted her to. He realized he was terribly in the wrong for vocalizing them at all, even if he meant well. The end did not justify the means.
“Baby, I would never tell you to do such extreme and life-altering things without us talking it through extensively and both being convinced it was best for you. I know that becoming a quad amputee or having six or seven babies at once would not at all be in your best interest, especially doing both. Nor would they be in mine. I do not want that for you, and I was very much in the wrong for even putting those ideas in your head. I sincerely apologize and hope that you can forgive me. I will do better in the future.
“Let me unequivocally clear on this. You are not to have any body parts removed or damaged. You are not to do anything to cause yourself to release more eggs than happens naturally. Those are direct orders. Do you understand?” Yes, she replied. “Further, you are not to even think about such things again. Got it?” Yes, she said again.
“But you never directly answered my question. Do you want those things?” Jazmyn asked.
“The order to not think about them was effective the moment I said it,” was all Victor said in reply. “You’re fortunate that I’m not going to discipline you for that infraction. This time.
“However, what you did this afternoon was very foolish; reckless, even. You should have talked to me before you tried that, not afterward, and you should not have done it while you were alone. You should have talked to me about long before it got to this point. I’m profoundly disappointed in your poor judgement. While you didn’t defy a command, your failure to bring this up before acting on it is unacceptable and does require that you be disciplined. I’m going to have to think about what to do, or more accurately, what you need to do.”
This started Jazmyn sobbing again. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she wailed, not because she was going to be disciplined, but because he was profoundly disappointed in her. Those were absolutely the most crushing words a sub could ever hear from her Dom. She would have tried to wrap her arms around him if they hadn’t still been locked behind her back. But he wouldn’t even let her snuggle. Victor got up out of the bed, but told her to stay there and reflect on what she did and what could have happened. He also told her that when the when the timer lock released she was to call out to him and let him know, and then was to remove the shackles, heavy collar, and any other bondage gear.
A short time later, the lock released, she let him know, and he told her he was going out without providing any detail. He told her while he was away, she was to get dressed and gather up any and all bondage gear that wasn’t in the closet where they stored it, put it on the bed, and not touch it after that. The bondage gear in the closet was also off limits. Further, she was to refrain from talking to anyone about what had happened, eating anything, and getting on the furniture.
Jazmyn could tell from the tone of his voice that he was upset with her. She was also concerned about what he had said. He never left without her knowing where he was going and when he would return, and had never before told her to not do those other things. She wondered what was going through his head.
About an hour and a half later Victor returned with the twins, a flat box, and a bag of food from McDonald’s. He found Jazmyn sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa. She was obviously emotional; her eyes were wet and her nose was red as if she’d been crying and blowing her nose. There was a box of tissues and a pile of used tissues on the floor next to her.
The twins came running to her and greeted and hugged her. Jazmyn tried hard to gain her composure for their sakes. One of them asked her why she was crying, and she just deflected the question by telling them that she was all right and not to worry about it. Victor explained, “I called Cara and Amy’s mother and told them our plans had changed and that we wouldn’t need them to watch the kids after all. Amy’s mother said the two girls were having a ball and were looking forward to spending the weekend together, and asked if Valeria could stay, which I agreed to.
“Cara already fed the boys dinner, but I got this for us,” he said, holding up the McDonald’s bag. I know you don’t care for Mickey D’s, and neither do I, but it’s all either of us deserves tonight. The food is cold by now, but that’s how we’re going to eat it. You may sit at the table to eat. I’ll explain the box later.”
The two adults ate their cold fast food in silence, and avoided making eye contact with each other. Jazmyn then put the boys to bed and returned to the living room, staying on the floor and continuing to avoid looking at Victor. She just sat there, waiting for him to give her instructions or otherwise say something.
Chapter 26 – Loving discipline
Once the boys quieted down and fell asleep, Victor spoke to Jazmyn. “Here’s what I’ve decided,” he said. Jazmyn continued to look down at the floor. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Jazmyn,” he told her. She looked up at him apprehensively. “Your discipline period will last one month. I had to think hard about how you should be disciplined. As a sub, making you serve me or be in bondage would not be punishments, since you get pleasure doing those things. So, for the next month, the following will be in effect:
“All bondage gear and sex toys will be put away and remain off limits, with the exception of your eternity collar and what’s in the box I brought home.
“In the box is a chastity belt. As soon as I’m done talking to you, you will go thoroughly clean your private parts and put it on and lock it. You’ll then show me that it’s securely on and you can’t bypass it and will hand over the keys. You will wear it 24/7 except for briefly once a week when you’ll thoroughly clean yourself and it under my supervision. When your period starts, we’ll have to figure out whether any modifications to those instructions are necessary.
“You will remain fully and modestly clothed except when showering or using the toilet. You may change into modest nightclothes when retiring for the night.
“Needless to say, sex and self-gratification are not going to happen for the next month. If I discover you’re giving yourself nipple orgasms, I will buy you a locking metal bra to also wear and there will be further discipline.
“We will have minimal physical contact during this time, and any contact will be initiated by me, not you.
“While at home, you will stay off of any furniture with exceptions for when you’re eating at the kitchen table or are using the computer. That means you’ll be sleeping on the floor in our bedroom. If the kids or anyone else asks about this, you’ll just tell them that you prefer the floor.
“You will not try to make it up to me by serving me more than minimally. Therefore, all meals you prepare will be basic, simple stuff. I mean things like chicken nuggets and boxed mac and cheese. You are not to make or serve desserts, except for the kids. You are not to perform any other acts of service for me above the minimum. If you’re not sure, ask me first.
“You are to abstain from all sweets and alcohol including sweet beverages.
“You will make eye contact and speak to me and smile at me as if nothing has changed.
“You will write an essay of at least 1,000 words describing why a submissive must always talk to her Dom right away about anything that’s troubling her or weighing heavily on her mind and how you will do so in the future. You’ll write this on the computer and submit it to me no later than two weeks from today.
“You are not to talk to anyone other than me about being disciplined or about what happened tonight. You are not to make the chastity belt visible or apparent to anyone but me.
“One month from today, after the kids are asleep, we will review the month of discipline together and I will decide whether it’s over or needs to continue in whole or in part.
“Do you understand all of that? I will put it in writing so you can refer to it and not forget anything.”
“Yes, my Lover,” Jazmyn replied. “I understand and will comply with your loving discipline.” She then took the box and went back to the bathroom to clean herself and put on the chastity belt.
Jazmyn had never worn a chastity belt before, and it took some getting used to. She learned by trial and error how to pee and poop with it on and how to wipe herself and clean off the belt when she was finished. She also learned how to keep the edge of it from digging into her or pinching her. But once she adjusted to it, she found that she actually liked wearing it. It sort of felt like she was in constant, secret bondage, and it was a constant reminder of her complete and total submission to Victor as well as his loving discipline. She also respected Victor for disciplining her. Upon further reflection, she realized that she fully deserved it and she appreciated him correcting her and helping her to improve.
She really wanted to be able to keep it on during her menstrual period, and so in advance of that, she read up on how other women dealt with it and tried various ideas out for herself. She concluded that she could probably wear it during that time, but it might require removal and proper cleaning more frequently, perhaps daily. In reality, she found that it was indeed doable as long as she did that.
One month after the incident, after the kids were asleep, Victor had Jazmyn sit on the floor facing him. “It’s now been a month since your discipline began,” he said. “Let’s evaluate how it went. From my perspective, you’ve completely complied with all of my stipulations and did so with a positive attitude. I’m most pleased. Now I want to hear your perspective. First, did you violate any of the requirements without my knowledge?”
“No, I followed all of your instructions completely, my Lover,” replied Jazmyn.
“And what are your thoughts on the whole experience?” Victor asked. “Was it too easy or too onerous? Did you benefit from it or resent it? Please be candid and elaborate on why you feel the way you do.”
Jazmyn smiled sincerely. “This is the first time you’ve really disciplined me in any significant way,” she observed. “I went into this not knowing what to think of it. But as the month went on, I came to really appreciate it. I realized you weren’t doing this to punish me; you were doing it out of love, for my benefit, to enable me to learn and improve. Every time I used the bathroom, every time I went to finger myself and couldn’t, every night when I slept on the floor, I was reminded of your love for me. It was a very positive experience.”
“What did you think of having to wear the chastity belt?” Victor asked.
“It took some getting used to,” Jazmyn replied. “But once I did, I actually liked it. You said you didn’t discipline me by putting me in bondage because I’d enjoy it too much. What neither of us realized was that the chastity belt made me feel like I was in constant, secret bondage, and I did enjoy the sensation. It made me feel very submissive, knowing only you had access to my clit and pussy and ass. Wearing it denied me one kind of pleasure but also gave me a lot of pleasure in a different way, the pleasure of submitting more deeply to you. I’d say I gained more pleasure than I lost.
“Therefore, if it’s all same to you, I’d like to keep wearing the chastity belt most if not all of the time, at least when I’m not too pregnant to fit into it. I’m voluntarily relinquishing access to my own clit and pussy and ass to you. From now on, only you will have the right to decide if and when I can be touched down there. It will be a privilege to wear your chastity belt just like it is to wear your eternity collar.”
“Wow, I sure wasn’t expecting that,” Victor said. “If that’s truly what you want, I have no objection.”
“It is. In fact, in light of my experience with the chastity belt, I would be most willing if you were to decide to have my nipples pierced and require me to wear nipple rings.”
“Okay,” he replied, “but what brought this on?”
“I don’t know; it just seems like another way I can feel like I’m in secret bondage without really being restrained. I think they’d be a turn-on for you as well, when I’m not wearing clothes. Also, they’d give you additional bondage attachment points if you were so inclined.
“I’d volunteer for getting a big septum ring in my nose and wearing the heavy collar full-time, too, if I didn’t care about looking respectable,” Jazmyn added.
“Would the nipple rings or piercings interfere with breastfeeding?” Victor asked.
“From what I’ve read, I should remove them when doing that, but there shouldn’t be any problem.”
“How big of rings would you like me to get for you?”
“Pretty big, I think.”
“Let’s do it,” he said. “I look forward to seeing them on you.”
“One more thing I must tell you, my Lover. I have a confession to make”, said Jazmyn. “I did not violate any of the terms of my discipline, but I have violated another order you gave. I’ve repeatedly given thought to something you forbade. You may, of course, discipline me for that transgression in any way you see fit.
“I’ve been fascinated with the idea of submitting so deeply to you that you can control the number of eggs I release, and then you choosing a large number. That seems like it would be the ultimate act of submission, for even my ovaries to submit to your will. When we’re ready to add to our family, I would really like to try to do that, just to see if it’s even possible. I’m getting hot just thinking about it now.”
Victor just looked at her, not knowing what to think. “Have you thought about taking matters into your own hands, such as taking fertility pills, or even trying to reach that level of submission on your own, without my consent?”
“Oh, no, my Lover, I’ve completely wiped those other thoughts from my memory. I would only want to submit that deeply with your full knowledge and approval.”
“I have a confession of my own, Beloved,” said Victor. “I’ve been thinking about the same thing. It kind of scares me, because I’m supposed to be the one looking out for your best interests, and this seems entirely selfish. It can’t possibly be safe or healthy for you or the babies to have that many at once. And then caring for them after they’re born would be extraordinarily hard.”
“Let me be the judge of how safe or healthy or difficult it would be,” said Jazmyn. “Remember what family I come from. Besides,” she added, “if it’s something we both want, I can’t very well blame you if it happens.”
“Yes you can; that’s my whole point,” Victor said. “I’m supposed to protect you from yourself if you’re doing something stupid. If I’m a willing partner in your stupidity, how am I doing that? Remember, too, your parents had resources that we don’t have. They had more money than they knew what to do with. They could build that huge house and hire all the help they needed”, Victor pointed out.
“I know,” said Jazmyn. “But love will find a way. If that were to happen to us, I just know it would all work out. I can feel it in my bones. This is all extremely hypothetical anyway,” she continued. “The chances of it actually ever happening have to be slim to none, and closer to none. So why can’t we have a little fun with it?”
“I don’t know;” replied Victor, “it just seems that even thinking about it is playing with fire.”