Page 223 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Someone put a needle through my cock, dude,” Case says, and Chester winces. “It hurt like a son of a bitch.”

“That’s what I thought, but Creed fucking says it’s not so bad.”

“You know you can’t have sex for six weeks after,” Case informs him.

I turn to face Chester, my eyes widening at the time frame. He laughs at me.

“Calm down, Little Angel. I was going to do it after the babies are born, in solidarity that you also can’t have sex for six weeks.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jolie, don’t you know that after you have a baby, the doctor recommends to not have sex for six weeks?” Case says.

“You’re lying, that seems like overkill. We all might die if we have to wait that long.”

Case laughs at me, the asshole, but I’m dead serious. No one told me this.

“It’s in the books. You can bleed for that long too,” Chester adds.

“Well, you all better have a blood kink because there is no way I’m waiting that long. Three weeks will be enough,” I demand.

“We will do what the doctors say,” Chester throws at me.

Well, fuck him. I don’t have to stay and listen to this shit. I push past them and wrap myself in a towel and storm from the bathroom, pools of water left in my wake. When I reach the living room, Boston and Annabella are still going back and forth about today’s plans. Chester runs out behind me.

“Chester,” his grandmother gasps. “Go put your clothes on before coming around company. You were not raised by monkeys.”

“Are you sure? Have you met your daughter?” he says with a snort. “Jolie, we didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you knew.”

“Jolie, is everything okay?” Brennan asks.

“No,” I say, tears welling in my eyes. “Who says you can’t have sex for six weeks after having a baby?” I cry.

Chester finally walks away; he must see that the others can deal with this.

Brennan scratches his chin. He wants to answer me, but is apparently not sure what to say in response. Laughn just laughs at me when I’m being deadly serious.

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny!” I huff. “It’s bad enough this gets in the way, plus I have cankles. And now you expect me to not have sex for six weeks?! It’s ludicrous.”

Annabella closes the distance between us and puts her hand on my arm. “Shhh, it is actually four to six weeks. After birth, a woman’s body needs to heal. You could have stitches.”

My eyes go wide. “Stitches in my pussy?”

“Yes, if you have a vaginal birth, you could have stitches. If you have a C-section, well, I’m sure you know how that’s done. And you’re going to want to spend those few weeks getting to know your babies. They don’t come with manuals, so you will need to learn their cues and try to get yourselves into a routine. Trust me when I say the time flies past, and you will be back in business before you even know it,” she explains.

I nod, somewhat reassured. Maybe it won’t be so bad.

Boston steps between his mother and me, pulling me into his arms. “You should get some clothes on before everyone gets a show of exactly what we will be missing for those six weeks,” he whispers, making me laugh.

“Boston,” his mother chastises. “If I didn’t give birth to you myself, I would swear you were not my son. The things that come out of your mouth.”

He pulls back from me with a smirk. “I learned everything I know from Dad. You have heard his mouth when no one is around, so don’t tell me there is no dirty talk in the bedroom.”

“Creed, how much could I get if we harvested his organs?” she says with a smile.

“He’s worth a hell of a lot more to you that way than alive,” Creed throws back. “You’d be surprised what body parts sell for on the black market.”

“I accidentally bought a wig on there once. Turned out it was still attached to its original scalp,” Davis says. “It’s not my fault Marlow left his laptop open and I had to buy a costume.”

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