CHAPTER SEVEN

"Hi," said Brix, watching his wife come through the door. "How was the doctor's visit?"

"Great. Perfect. Stupendous," she laughed.

"Wow, okay, that's a lot of adjectives for a doctor's visit," he grinned.

"I'm okay, Brix. There's nothing wrong with me. I can get pregnant, carry a child, have a child or two or three. As many as we want!"

"What? I don't understand," he frowned.

"Neither do I, but we're going to figure all of that out," she said, walking toward him. She tugged the t-shirt over his head while kicking off her own shoes. She unzipped her shorts, dropping them to her feet, and then took off her own tank top.

"Now, Brix. Let's make a baby. Now." Brix laughed, picking her up in his arms.

"Are you sure? We have plenty of time." She wrapped her legs around his waist, writhing against him. "Okay. Now."

Stripping as they moved toward the bedroom, Brix had her lying face up so she could see him. Her body was beautiful. Small, with just the right amount of curves. Her breasts were perfect for her body, her tiny waist cinched in. The mold of her ass cheeks made his cock so hard he was in pain.

Daphne reached out, tugging, stroking until he moved closer.

"Daph, baby, you're going to make me cum," he moaned.

"Inside me now, Brix. I want to feel all of you. Inside me."

Brix didn't need to be told twice. He'd gone slowly, gently during their honeymoon. He didn't want to bring back memories for her. Turns out she'd had her face buried in a pillow the whole time her sadistic ex-husband raped her. It might have been for the best. She didn't have to envision his fat face when making love to another man. Brix made sure this experience was different. Vastly different.

Her small body seemed to stretch to accommodate his massive length and girth. All of it fitting her body like they were made to be together. As she lifted her body to meet his thrusts, Brix was coming unglued.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned.

"I need you, Brix. I need it all," she said, giving a gentle squeeze to his balls.

"Ughhhh!" he growled, releasing inside her as she shuddered with happiness. Brix settled his forehead against hers, kissing her sweetly at first, and then suddenly, she had him rolled over and was riding his semi-hard cock.

"Baby, we don't have to make a baby all in one session," he laughed.

"You don't understand," she smiled. "It's like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders. I want babies, Brix. Lots of babies."

"As many as you fucking want," he said, rocking into her as she lifted up and down on his cock.

After the fifth orgasm, they realized they'd made love the entire afternoon. Showering, they walked to dinner, only to find everyone grinning in their direction. It felt as though the whole world knew what they'd been doing, but then again, news at Belle Fleur traveled fast, and this was good news, which always traveled twice as fast.

"I think they know," she whispered with a blush. Brix could only laugh.

"Honey, they always know."

They filled their plates and joined the rest of Brix's teammates at the long dinner table. Walker and Mags were doing great but still hadn't set a date for their own wedding. As long as she was happy, Walker wasn't going to push her. Leif and Ellie, Major and Elena were there, as well as Alistair, Garr, Sebastian, and Forrest. Maddie and Em were home as well, both deciding to take a sabbatical from work to ensure that Mags continued to be on the mend.

They told stories as the night went on about when they were children together, when they were on a team together, and mostly stories about their parents and how amazing they were.

"My parents were different," said Daphne, shaking her head. "My father was always easy to talk to. He was gone a lot, spending a great deal of time in London. He was brilliant when it came to government work and understanding Britain's laws, but we were never terribly close because he was gone so much. My mother's main goal was climbing the social ladder. She was always trying to impress the aristocracy."

"Do you think she felt as though she had to do more, be more, because of her race?" asked Mags.

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, there aren't a lot of black families as part of their circle, but there are some. Everyone accepted them. They were quite popular. I don't understand their behavior at all, or I should say my mother's."

"Then I'm the bearer of bad news," said Gray, walking toward the group. "Would you like to do this in private?"

"No," said Daphne. "They're our family. All of them. All of you." Hazel and Tiger came closer, as did Gabi and Zulu. Gabi stood by Gray, already knowing what was on the sheet of paper.

"Daphne, honey, there really isn't an easy way to say this. Your records were all normal. I spoke to your gynecologist, and he claims that he explained very clearly to your mother that you were perfectly healthy and could have a child whenever you liked. There was never a poor diagnosis given."

"I-I don't understand," she said, shaking her head. "Why? Why would she do that?"

"I wish I knew. That's something you're going to have to deal with her about. There's one more thing. Your sister."

"Oh, God." Daphne gripped Brix's hand, squeezing as tightly as she could.

"Your sister died from a type of Interstitial Lung Disease. It's common in babies, children, and teens, but it is treatable. Your sister was diagnosed with this when she was twelve, but your mother refused treatments for her."

"Wh-what? No. No, that can't be," she said quietly.

"Honey, it's listed in the medical records. The doctor tried calling your father several times but was told he was unavailable. Your mother refused to allow them to treat the disease, telling them she believed the treatment would kill her." Gray waited for all of that to sink in, looking at Gabi, who was watching her granddaughter-in-law carefully.

"She let her die. My mother let my sister die. Why? Why would she do that? Why would she kill her, tell me I couldn't have children, why?" she said in a somewhat panicked voice.

"I'm not sure, baby. But I can tell you this. I will fucking find out," said Brix. "I think we need to make a little visit to England."

"What if she tries to hurt you? Hurt us?" asked Daphne.

"Honey, there is nothing that your mother can do to hurt us. I promise she will not get near you."

"We'll all be with you, Daph," said Major. "We'll all go with you and make sure nothing happens. Believe me. It will be good." She looked at all of them, scared for herself but for them as well. Looking up at Tiger and Zulu, she wanted to weep.

"Will you come?" she asked the two older men. Tiger smiled at her.

"Try to stop me."