Head West, To England - An Alfie Solomons' Tale

Chapter Eight: The Solomons Twins

Twelve hours and twenty minutes later, Eliana gave birth to healthy twin boys. Alfie was surprised, but delighted. The midwife presented his sons to him and he held them in his arms with pride.

"How are you boys? I'm your papa," he said beaming down at them.

The doctor then came out of Eliana's room. Alfie looked up and saw the frown on his face.

"Mr. Solomons, might I have a word?"

Alfie did not like the look on the doctor's face. He handed the midwife his sons and approached the doctor.

"What's wrong? Is it Eliana?"

He nodded grimly. "There was blood, a little too much of it. I've managed to stop the bleeding and she is resting now. I want to keep a close eye on her for tonight."

Alfie was already heading toward the bedroom that had been turned into the birthing room. He opened the door and Eliana's Aunt Sarah and his bobe were standing in the room speaking softly.

Eliana was lying in the bed white as a sheet. A thin layer of sweat lined her brow. He immediately went to her side.

"Elly? Can you hear me?" He whispered.

She gradually opened her eyes at the sound of his voice.

"Alfie," she said weakly and with a faint smile.

He bent down next to her, his hand brushing her cheek. She felt cold.

"You're...you're not going to leave me alone with two babies are you?"

"I'm...not going...anywhere." She managed to say.

"That's my girl. You've managed to bring two handsome boys into this household."

She closed her eyes and nodded before she drifted off to sleep once more. He kissed her forehead and said a silent prayer to God asking for his beloved to make it through this.

A few days passed then a few weeks and Eliana eventually made a full recovery. Alfie had kept going to work, but he made sure she was constantly attended to as she healed. During that time Eliana and Alfie named the boys Ezekiel and Daniel.

One evening Eliana laid the twins down in their crib and made sure they drifted off to sleep before changing. She took off her dress and stood in front of the mirror naked. There was light discoloration of stretch marks on her hips and stomach. And her breasts were larger due to having to nurse the twins. Her hands traced the outlines of the stretch marks and she frowned.

Alfie had come into the room and saw her scrutinizing herself in front of the mirror.

"Why's your face all scrunched up like that? You're fuckin' beautiful, Elly." He said walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He placed his head in the crook of her neck and gazed into the mirror with her.

"My breasts are too big," she said in Russian.

Alfie's hands came up to her breasts and he gently cupped them.

"I dunno, love. I quite like them." He said and kissed her neck.

They had not had sex in over a month. Between taking care of the babies and healing, Eliana had not been in the mood. But now, as Alfie kissed her neck and lazily traced the outline of her nipples, she craved for his physical affection.

Alfie felt her nipples harden against his palms. Pleased she was I'm the mood for him, he guided her over to their bed. He stripped off his clothing and joined her on top of the covers.

He kissed her deeply. It was good to feel her tongue against his after so long. He felt up her body, eager to feel her soft skin and took in the faint smell of lilac and lavender from her bath soaps.

Eliana could now feel his erection between her legs and she longed for her husband's attention.

Alfie nipped at her nipples and tasted some of her milk as he sucked. She playfully slapped his shoulder.

"I only have enough for two babies, not three."

"Just a little taste, love." He said with a chuckle.

He moved his hand down between her legs and grazed his fingers over her vagina. She purred with pleasure and he slowly worked his fingers into her. He felt her getting moist and he pulled some of her honey from her and glazed it over her clit. He glided his thumb over her sensitive nub.

"Oh, Alfie!" She sang out.

He bit lightly at her neck and whispered in her ear.

"I need to take care of my proud mama, don't I?"

She giggled and then gasped as he touched her just right. She arched her back as she allowed the orgasm to take hold. Biting her lip in a vain attempt to stifle her cry, she moaned his name long and hard. Alfie slowly inserted himself into her core, feeling her contract around him. He buried his face into her neck and thrust his hips vigorously. He was coming near to his own climax and kissed her deeply as his seed filled her womb.

He rested on his side with his arm wrapped around her, holding her close to him. She snuggled into his chest and he kissed the top of her head.

"God, I've missed being between your gorgeous legs."

She smiled and stroked his chest when one of the boys began to cry. Then his brother joined him. Eliana got up from the bed and shrugged on a bathrobe. She walked over to the crib and picked up Ezekiel. Alfie pulled on his trousers and picked up Daniel.

"Alright, my son, you got your papa here," Alfie said, rocking Daniel in his arms.

He glanced over to see Eliana staring at him with a gentle look.

"What?"

"You're such a good papa too," She said smiling and rocked Ezekiel against her chest.