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Chapter 18 – More than one?

Sophie slowly wandered through the factory, at 4 and a 1/2 months pregnant she was finding that she was full of energy but restless as her body continually adapted to the changes it needed to undertake. She slipped her hand over her belly, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she came face to face with a pair of worried women.

“Julie, Freda, what’s up?”

“We’ve got 3 machinists down and there’s an order due to go out on Friday.” Freda stated, “the agency could only send us 1 machinist and we’ve already got most of the girls on as much overtime as they can all manage.”

“Ok, get me a pinny.”

“What?”

“Get me a pinny and direct me to a machine. Julie knows I’m capable seeing as she taught me.”

“But Sophie, we couldn’t ask …” Julie motioned, knowing that Mack would never agree to his wife sewing in the factory.

“You’re not, and we need to get this order out, now which machine do you want me to sit at.”

“Are you sure?” Freda asked, “Mack won’t be too pleased.”

“Yes, I’m sure. And as for Mack, I can deal with him.” Freda walked over to a spare machine handing over a red pinafore for the section Sophie would be sitting in and whilst Sophie made herself comfortable on the adjustable seat, with the help of a passing Kev, Freda found some pillowcases for her to work on.

“Thanks Sophie.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s the least I can do. I’ve not got much else on.”

“Yeah, but with the baby and everything.”

“Freda, I needed a change of scenery anyway, now stop talking so we can both get on.”

Freda went back to her own machine, leaving Sophie to get on with her work. She threaded the machine with the appropriate coloured thread, picked up the first pillow and began sewing the hems and seams as if she were an expert, pushing down on the treadle and making light work of the pile she had. When she had finished, she motioned for 1 of the girls to check her work. Julie came across and had a look, surprised that Sophie had not only done an excellent job but also done it more quickly than anyone could have imagined. “Knew you’d make a fine machinist,” Julie said, “you know, if you ever want a change in career?”

“I know where to come. I’m enjoying this, got any more for me.”

“Yep, can keep you going all night with what needs to be done.”

“Can Trudy sew?”

“She can, but I don’t think Mack would allow her to.”

“Go and ask her, we need all hands on deck and if it means that we have to get Mack on a machine then we’ll do it.”

“Ok,” Julie said, hesitantly. Sophie looked up to her, smiled and motioned for her to go as she began sewing up the next lot. She saw Julie walk past Freda and shrug her shoulders as she continued on her way up to the offices. Within minutes Trudy was striding through the factory and taking a seat at the machine behind Sophie.

Sophie stopped what she was doing momentarily and turned around to Trudy. “You know Mack is going to be livid when he gets off the phone?” Trudy said as she smiled, loving the idea of an office anarchy for a few days.

“It’ll be fine, trust me, he wouldn’t dare deny me anything at the moment. Besides this order needs to be shipped on Friday and who better to get the job done than the pair of us, capable as we are. As long as you get the wages done then Mack will have no cause for complaint. And as soon as we’re done here I’ll help you catch up with the admin next week.”

“You’ve really thought about this.”

“Only since I sat down at the machine. And then only when I had a minutes breather.” She turned back to her work and continued on, knowing that the effort and initiative that Trudy and herself were showing would help out the factory and probably win some Brownie points along the way.

.oOo.

Mack sat at his desk, “Well, of course we can meet up, I’d only be too happy to. My wife is the designer and she has some exciting new ideas for the coming season, as well as having other quality products that will fit in around them.” He nodded, as the voice at the other end of the line continued their conversation. “Yes, believe me, it’s very important to us that we keep the manufacturing here so as to be able to keep an eye on the quality. Any fabric that is printed goes through a series of checks at the other site so that when it arrives here we know it has been inspected thoroughly.”

He sat back, wondering where on earth his wife had got to. He eyed up his watch, she’d told him she’d be an hour at the most but it was now nearly 2 and he started to worry. “Yes, absolutely. Look I have a free space here at the factory next Friday at 2 pm if that’s ok for you,” he said, thumbing through his diary. “Ok, great, I’ll see you then.” He replaced the receiver in the cradle. “Trudy?” He called through to the outer office. Nothing. “Trudy?” He shouted. Still nothing.

“Oh great, not only does my wife go missing but so does my secretary.” He stood up, deciding to go out and see if she’d arrived back at her desk. He looked out of the window, noticing two familiar faces sat at sewing machines. “What the …”

He stepped out into the factory and quickly marched up the aisle with purpose, a man on a mission. “Shit,” he heard one of the women say as he walked by, another yelled, “busted.”

He stopped in front of Sophie’s machine, a puzzled expression on his face. She stopped working and looked up to meet his eyes, smiling. “I take it there’s a very good reason for both you and Trudy to be sat at a machine.”

“Yes, and if you continue to stop me sewing then you’ll have to help out as well.” She picked up the pace again.

He closed in on her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he bent down to talk in her ear. “Why is my wife sitting at a sewing machine?”

“Because she’s saving her husband’s arse,” she said softly, just loud enough for only him to hear. She stopped and turned around to him, taking his hands in her own. “When I came back from the crèche I noticed that Julie and Freda were discussing an issue that had only just transpired. Turns out that they are 3 machinists down and the agency could only send them 1 and this order is due out on Friday. I said I’d help out, then when I asked Julie how we were doing and if Trudy could help out, I told Julie to go and get her. As long as we give Trudy enough time to do the wages I can help her catch up with the paperwork next week.”

“Ok, but promise me that if you feel tired you’ll stop. No order is worth the health of my wife, Sophie. I couldn’t bear to see you in hospital again because you’d put yourself through too much. And as for paperwork,” he turned slightly so he could talk to Trudy as well, “I can do the invoices for the week, if you like and some of the letters, I guess they’re all in the trays waiting are they?”

Trudy nodded, “all the invoices are in the top one, and all the straightforward circular’s are in the next one down. Thanks.”

“No problem, I’ll leave a note on your desk about the meeting I’ve set up for next Friday, ok?” He watched Trudy nod her head as she continued on with her sewing. “And promise me that you’ll keep an eye on Sophie,” He stood up straight and bellowed, “in fact that goes for all of you, will everyone just keep an eye on Sophie, if anyone notices her getting tired or stressed then please get her to stop what she’s doing.” He saw lots of nods and smiles as he looked around the workers. “Thanks.”

He turned his attention back to his wife. “Now, Mrs Mack, it only leaves me to say that we’re due to see the doctor later on so I’ll come and get you about 5 pm, if you haven’t come up to me before.”

She nodded, sighing and smiling, “I can’t wait, first scan, eh?”

“Yeah, which is another reason why I don’t want you too tired.” He lent in and kissed her, “and I’ll meet you in the canteen for lunch at 1.30 then,” she nodded, “see you in a bit.”

“Yeah, see you soon.” She lent up, kissing him before he had the chance to set off back in the direction of the office. He looked back at her several times and noticed her smiling at him profusely, a gesture he returned before walking back into the offices.

“Jesus, Sophie, you really have got him wrapped around your little finger,” she heard one of the machinists around her say.

“No,” she said to no-one in particular, “he just loves me.”

.oOo.

“Right then Sophie, first scan?” The nurse said as Sophie made herself comfortable on the bed.

“Yes,” Sophie replied, “I’m kind of excited and nervous all at the same time.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, especially as your husband is here to hold your hand.” The nurse soothed as she motioned for Sophie to uncover her blossoming belly.

Mack helped her as she struggled with the elastic at the top of her trousers, a wicked grin crossing his features as he moved the waistband down. She swatted his hand, grabbing the limb and pulling it up toward her chest, holding onto it as if her life depended upon it.

The nurse squeezed the cool gel onto Sophie’s tummy, making her jump slightly from the unexpected temperature. “Sorry, can’t do much about that I’m afraid.”

“It’s ok,” Sophie smiled, “Just a little surprising that’s all.”

“Yes, gets me every time.” The nurse agreed, and as if to quantify her statement added, “I have 4 of my own.” She picked up the transducer and began moving it over Sophie’s abdomen. “Ok, I’m just going to see if I can find baby for you … oh, look … there,” she motioned up to the screen, both Mack and Sophie’s eyes tuning toward the screen to see the first images of their child. “Oh?”

“Oh?” Sophie asked, worry in her question.

The nurse turned to them briefly, “I just need to go and get the doctor, nothing to worry about.”

“I do hate it when people say there is nothing to worry about.” Sophie said, looking up to Mack, her grip on his hand becoming tighter.

“Don’t worry; she said it was nothing, Sophie.” Although Mack was beginning to worry himself he wanted to make sure that Sophie was calm. “Look, whatever it is, we can handle it.” He said encouragingly. He bent over to kiss her forehead. “Sophie, love, just remember how much I love you.”

“Oh, I know, Mack. It’s just we’ve not had it easy so far and if something’s wrong.”

“We’ll cope,” he reiterated, smiling at her.

The nurse came back in, closely followed by Dr Shaw. “Hello Sophie, hello Mack,” she said as the nurse placed the transducer back over Sophie’s abdomen. “Oh yes!” She turned to the couple, “it’s fine, there’s no need to worry, and I just need to ask you both something. Is there a history of twins in either one of your families?”

Sophie and Mack looked at one another, “not in mine.” Mack said.

“Sophie?” The doctor asked.

She looked up into the void of the room, a smile spreading over her face, “my great grandmother, I think she was a twin, but as Steve and Jenni never had any twins I just assumed that I wouldn’t.” She stopped and looked back to Mack before returning her attention to the doctor, “is that what this is?” She asked.

“Yes, it is, look, you can see both heads,” the doctor pointed them out, “and there’s an arm of this twin and a leg of the other, they’re lying away from one another at the moment.”

Mack watched the screen, taking in all of the details he was being presented with. “We’re having twins?” He asked quietly.

“Sorry Mack, what did you say?” Dr Shaw asked.

“We’re having twins?” He asked a little louder.

“Yes, you and Sophie are having twins.” He stood very still and very quietly as Dr Shaw began talking about multiple births, “obviously we’ll have to monitor things a little bit more closely now, and there are a few more risks involved but we’ll talk about that later when you come and see me. So I’ll leave you both now and come by my office when you’re ready.”

The nurse helped Sophie to clean the gel from off of her body and left the couple alone once the task had been done. Absently, Mack helped Sophie down off the bed and as she straightened herself out he sat on the edge, pondering. Sophie turned to him, pulling her top down over her trousers and slipping her feet back into her shoes, “so, what do you think?” She asked him.

“About what?”

She laughed, “you are amazing James Mackintosh. How is it that you can run a factory of over 100 staff standing on your head, but when it comes to this bloody pregnancy, it seems to floor you at every available juncture?”

He found her eyes watching him steadily, he shook his head, “I don’t know, petal … we’re having twins.”

“I know.” Her eyes widened at his statement, she closed the gap allowing her body to melt against his, “I know, after everything we’ve been through we’ve been blessed with having two children. How good is that?”

His arms circled her shoulders; his head lay in the crook of her neck. “It’s bloody marvellous, still can’t quite believe it but its fantastic.” He kissed her neck, “well done, Mrs Mack. I can honestly say that you never cease to amaze me.”

“You had a hand in it too you know, how else would I have fallen pregnant in the first place?”

“Might have got yourself a sperm donor.”

She drew back from him, “oh yeah, don’t you think that having to cope with one of you is bad enough. I couldn’t cope with anymore.”

“Well, we’ll find out when they’re born won’t we,” he teased.

“You are impossible.”

“But you love me?”

“Is that a question, because I’m not sure I want to answer it if it is,” she threw back the challenge.

Mack knew how he was going to get her back on side, “I love you, my darling girl.” He cuddled her close.

“And I do love you, Mack, very much.”

He got up from his seat, his wife still within his arms. “Come on, best go and have a word with the Doc, I don’t suppose that two births are going to be as easy for you as one birth would be.”

“No, I don’t suppose it will be,” she affirmed, “never do things by halves do we?”

“No, never. But, I dare say, it wouldn’t be right if we did.”

.oOo.

Sophie heard the familiar sound of Mack’s key in the lock and she smiled. He’d been out virtually all day, playing with the lads in a five a side competition that morning and then going to the City match afterwards. “Sophie?” She heard him call.

“I’m up here,” she shouted down as she made herself comfortable on the floor of the bedroom that was next to theirs.

“Where?” His voice was louder as he stepped onto the landing and rounded the corner.

“In the nursery.” She said just as he stepped into the room. “Do you like it?”

“You’ve been busy.” He smiled as he turned full circle in the middle of the room. “I hope you weren’t climbing up ladders young lady?”

“No, Trudy came and helped.”

“Good. You should’ve waited for me.”

“I know, I just wanted to get it done. Anyway you can help me with the furniture.”

“You’ve started that too?” He asked, looking over the bits of cot that were neatly positioned over the empty floor.

“I’ve familiarised myself with all the bits, that’s all. So am I to be subjected to waiting now that I’m finally having your children.”

“Wait?”

“For my kiss! You’ve been home 5 minutes already and I still haven’t had one.”

“You surprised me with all of this, to be honest. But I’ll not always make you wait, unless there’s good reason to.” He crouched down, placing a kiss on her lips. He lost his balance and fell down beside her as she lent over him, seemingly pinning him down.

“And what good reason’s would they be,” she teased, tickling his sides.

He squirmed at her touch, “not having my dinner on the table by the time I get home from work,” she tickled more furiously. “Not giving me sex when I want it.” She tickled harder, laughing with him as he continued to try and fight her. “Oh God.”

“Do you submit, Mr Mackintosh? Will you take back what you’ve just said and allow me to wear the trousers in this relationship.”

“Yes,” he giggled, “I’ll do anything if it means you’ll stop this, I submit.” She pressed herself against him but stopped her hands from moving. He placed his hands over hers, keeping them still against his chest. “But you just wait till you’ve given birth and it’ll be my turn to make you squeal with delight.”

“Is that a promise,” he nodded, “can’t wait.”

She sat back up and he joined her, hugging her to him. “How was the match?”

“We won this morning, 3-1, so that makes us second in the league, I believe.”

“Oh, that’s great.”

“Yeah, I scored one of the goals.”

“Do you think that’s impressive?”

“I thought it might get me somewhere.” A wicked gleam crossed his face. She smiled. “City drew, at least they didn’t lose. That would’ve been bad.”

“All in all, a good day then?”

“Only to be made better by giving my wife a little loving. How on earth did you get paint there?” He asked in puzzlement, a blob of primrose yellow paint on the back of her neck. His fingers lightly touched her skin and she drew in a ragged breath.

“I couldn’t tell you. I trust that you’d like to help me wash this off and any other paint splatters I’ve got on me. Especially whilst I massage your tired limbs.”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll go put dinner in the oven and I’ll meet you in the bathroom in 5 minutes.” He pushed himself up onto his feet, pulling Sophie up with him. He disappeared down to the kitchen whilst she went into the bathroom, tearing off her clothes as the bath filled with warm water and lavender scented bubbles. Gingerly, she got in submersing herself and anxiously awaiting his return.

She watched him eagerly as he stepped into the room, peeling off his jeans and football shirt and letting them drop to the floor with the pile she’d already made. “We’ve got 25 minutes, ok?” She simply nodded, still amazed at what the sight of her naked husband could do to her. He wandered over to her and positioned himself behind her as he very often did when he came home to find her lying soaking in the bath, they’d become very accustomed to sharing.

She leant back against him, his hands lazily working a pattern over her skin as she closed her eyes to the sensation of it. “Do you like the colour, by the way?”

“Mmm, it looks good and appropriate considering we haven’t got a clue what we’re having.”

“No, probably never know either, until the birth anyway. Do you mind?”

He pulled her tighter to him, “no,” he whispered into her hair, “as long as they’re both healthy, I don’t mind at all. Be good to have one of each though,” she nodded. “Could they be identical?”

“No, only same sex twins could be identical and it’s extremely unlikely. I’d like one of each too,” she remarked turning around to gaze into his face, his sea blue eyes twinkling at her. She allowed him to kiss her before turning back and getting comfortable again. “And I know I’m only half way through this but I wish it would hurry up. Will you still love me when I’m really big and ready to burst?”

“Sophie, I’ll love you more. I’ve never been so happy, everything’s going so well.”

“Don’t curse us,” she mocked, giggling.

“Never, we’ve both been through so much, petal. Nothing else dare go wrong for us. Now are you going to massage me woman?”

“As soon as you wash my skin down.” His hand slipped down between her legs, lightly tugging them apart so he could get to her core. “I think you’ve just redefined the meaning of ‘wash’,” she breathed out, allowing him to build the ever amazing sensations only he could evoke within her. It didn’t take her long to come; she folded back against him as all tension was lost from her body. “Well that’ll certainly help as I get nearer to having these two.”

“Am I to understand from that remark that I may have to do that to you on a daily basis?”

“Yes, please.”

“I think I can cope with that, will I get anything in return?”

“I intend to look after you once we’ve eaten, I’m starving.”

She stood up, his hands around her waist helping to steady her as she got out of the bath, he followed suit grabbing at a large towel and throwing it around them both. “And the sooner we eat.”

“The sooner we can have some fun.”

.oOo.

Mack followed Sophie back up the stairs, staying way behind her in order to appreciate the view of her scantily robed body as she climbed up in front of him. As soon as they’d crossed the threshold of the bedroom and shut the door against the world, he had her in his arms, kissing her and disrobing them both. He walked her to the bed allowing her to get comfortable whilst walking over to the dressing table and picking up a small object.

“What’s this?” Sophie said, as Mack handed her a neatly wrapped gift.

He stretched out on the bed beside her, “Christmas present,” he returned, his eyes twinkling as she began smiling.

“Christmas isn’t for two weeks yet.”

“I know, but I saw it and thought it would be appropriate.”

“Mack, you really don’t need to shower me with gifts.”

“This is special. Look, just open it up, please?”

She pulled at the end of the red ribbon, the paper falling away as the last of the tie came free. A black velvet ring box came into view and she looked up to Mack quickly before returning her attention to the box and what might be inside. She sprung the catch and opened up the lid, gasping as she caught sight of the ring that was inside. Her fingers trembled as she reached in and took out the jewellery, two solid white gold diamond and citrine encrusted bands that wound together formed the ring that now lay in the palm of her hand.

“It’s an eternity ring,” Mack said helpfully. Sophie nodded, “I thought one band for each twin.”

“It’s beautiful, Mack. Thank you.” She fiddled with it, gazing at it as it sparkled in the soft half light.

“My pleasure,” he said, taking hold of her hand and kissing the palm before placing the ring on her finger. She turned toward him, lying on her left side. He mirrored her, facing the woman that he knew he’d spend the rest of his life with. “Sophie,” he reached up, brushing the hair from out of her eyes, “I’d never be able to stop loving you.”

“You sound as if I’m going somewhere,” he looked away suddenly, “what is it?”

“I worry, that’s all. We’ve come so far and I’d hate things to go wrong now.”

“Is this about me painting earlier on, and getting one of the cots out?”

“Partly, and the fact you’d sit at a machine in order to help get an order out for the factory. You’re so independent and stubborn, and I love that about you but I don’t want anything to take you away from me.”

She put a finger to his lips, “nothing is going to because after the Christmas break I intend to take things a little easier, I want to spend a bit more time here if that’s ok with you. I’ll get the studio set up upstairs and only do things under your strictest supervision.”

“You’ve been thinking about this.”

“Yeah, after speaking with Dr Shaw, I think I realised that things could go seriously wrong if I didn’t look after myself. I love you too much to put myself in harms way and it’s going to be very difficult for me, having to sit still and allow people to look after me but if that’s what it takes. And obviously being here, if I get tired I can always have a snooze and let my husband bring home the bacon for once.” She sniggered.

“I’ll still worry about you if we’re not together.”

“I can phone you.”

“Perhaps there’s something else we can do?”

“Like what exactly?”

“Take on a partner or partners.”

“You’ve been thinking about this too.”

“Yep, when the kids are here I know I’m going to want to spend more time at home and if there’s someone at the factory that we trust then I’ll feel better about leaving it in their capable hands.”

“Any suggestions?” She asked, anticipating his answer.

“I was thinking of asking Trudy and Martin.”

“Good idea.”

“You agree?”

“Yes, if anybody knows that business better than anyone else it’s Trudy and Martin’s pretty clued up too. And even though their transport business folded, through no fault of their own, they’ve had some experience.”

He nodded, “that’s what I thought, so we’ll speak to them tomorrow?” She acknowledged her agreement, “good. Now if I remember correctly, my wife said that she’d please me.”

“Ah yes, she did didn’t she. I can be so stupid sometimes,” she grinned.

“Well, if you don’t want to we could just please each other.”

“I think I’d like that better,” she slipped over to him and pressed herself against him allowing him to cover her body with his hands as she kissed him and eventually returned the favour. He savoured the taste of her lips as their kiss deepened and their tongues wrestled in the cavernous void that was their joined mouths.

“Sophie,” he murmured, his eyes closing and mind whirling. He loved kissing her; he could never get enough once he started and now was no exception, his hands hungrily exploring her curves, feathering touches around her breasts that now seemed to be getting bigger along with the rest of her. “These are beautiful,” he gasped.

“And set to stay bigger, by all accounts,” she whispered. “They do for most women anyway.”

“Good, not that I didn’t like them before, so how big are they exactly?”

“38F”

“Mmm, F cup. Lovely.”

“You lecherous old sod.” She grinned.

“And only set to get worse.” He dipped his head, taking one erect nipple into his mouth as he continued to brush the other with the tip of his thumb.

“Oh, James. The other one.”

“What?” He teased, his thumbs playing with both peaks as she writhed under his touch, he was ever eager to please and tease her.

“Your mouth … other nipple.”

He bent down again, licking and suckling on the teat, “like this?” He asked, the bud in his mouth as he spoke. She groaned her response. His hand trailed down, over her belly, dancing circles around her belly button before reaching down further and finding her centre as she lifted her right leg up, ready for his entry. “So wet.”

She whimpered at his touch, moving closer to him. As she felt she was unable to speak coherently she moved her lifted leg over his hips and tried to pull him toward her. “Do you want me?” He asked her, watching her head nod, as he began to settle himself between her thighs. Her other leg found its way to his waist allowing him to get closer still, the tip of his erection now seeking to enter her moist loins. His hand reached between them, opening her up so that he could slide in between her velvety folds, pushing in ever so slowly, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. “This is so good, Sophie. And I like it that you’re pregnant too.”

“Perv,” she managed, before losing all sense of speech again. Her hands found their way down his back finally coming to rest on the cheeks of his bottom and pushed him so that he finally understood she wanted more of him, harder and faster.

“So eager,” she nodded, “alright then,” he moved more quickly, steadily building his pace. “Sophie, I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so wet, before,” she squealed, her delight evident as she pushed his bottom again, “God, Sophie, I’m going to come.”

She nodded, “yeah, me too.” She met his strokes, bucking her hips up to him. “James … James,” she let out, her hands reaching up into his hair and pulling him toward her as she came over his cock. Her mouth pulsating along with her orgasm as she kissed and bit at his lips. He whispered her name against her mouth as he came in her, stroking more slowly as he came back down to earth, both panting from the exertion. “I love you, Sophie.”

She let him kiss her as she lay beside him, unable to move and still enjoying their coupling. “I love you, James.”
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