Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 51: A New Friend

*Rose*

I wash my hands by the sink and take a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror overhead. My focus is brought to my nose. Was my nose really going to grow bigger? Is it already bigger? I turn slightly to see if I can spot the difference. I can’t tell at all, and it’s making me frustrated.

“Good morning, Pinnochio-Rose,” I say to the empty bathroom. I always thought Pinnochio’s nose only grew when he lied. Mine was apparently growing because of my pregnancy. Why? Was it because my babies would be little liars? Maybe because I was crying a bit much for nothing in particular?

I shake the excess water from my hands and head to the bedroom. As I walk in, there’s a knock on the door. I assume it’s Vienna with my morning smoothie. I silently hope she put a little extra peanut butter in there as I have found myself loving peanut butter.

I should try to ask her to bring a jar of the smooth nutty paste to me later on; I wouldn’t mind snacking on it straight from the jar now and again. I think I’ll also ask for a few pickles. Lately, I’m finding that adding a couple of pickles transforms the taste and takes me to heaven and back.

Shelby says that pickles and peanut butter are a weird combination, but what does she know? She even refused to try it saying it would make her puke. I love my pickles and peanut butter and could eat just that the whole day if I didn’t have to stick to a healthy balanced diet that the chefs put together for the pregnancy.

“Come in,” I say when the knock comes again.

Vienna walks in with a tray of food. I immediately spot a jar of peanut butter and a plate with a few pickles, and I smile. I love how she knows me so well by now. Shelby is also with her, followed by a woman I’ve never seen before.

The woman is slim and short. She has short hair, the color of very fertile garden clay soil. Her gray eyes sparkle when she glances in my direction and she smiles.

“Hey bestie,” Shelby greets me, coming over to give me a quick hug.

“Hey,” I greet back as I give a light embrace. I want to ask her who the other woman she brought with her is, but the woman is standing so close, and I don’t want her to hear me and think I’m rude.

“You have a visitor,” Shelby says as she steps aside. The other woman is still smiling at me. I smile back at her and am still silently wondering who she is.

“Oh, you look gorgeous. You’re glowing, mommy.” The other woman steps forward and pulls me into a hug.

I freeze but don’t push her away. I’ve realized that most of the women from these parts are overly friendly–with Emily as an exception.

“Hi. Th–thank you,” I say reticently when she steps back.

We all walk to the table, where Vienna has laid out my food, and I sit down.

“I brought your favorite,” Vienna declares proudly as she points to the peanut butter and pickles. She’s conveniently cut the pickles into slices for me, perfect for dipping. “You have to eat all your food first, though, before you can snack on that.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I agree as I drop the spoon I had picked up back onto the table. I really would have loved to have a little bit of my favorite snack before eating the rest of my meal, but I know Vienna will never allow that. She says it’ll spoil my appetite or something. My mouth salivates as I look at the pickles and peanut butter.

“You do know pickles don’t go with peanut butter, right?” Shelby asks as she wrinkles her nose.

“How would you know when you’ve never tried it?” I ask.

“I don’t think anyone else has ever tried that,” Shelby answers.

“Well, I have, and it tastes amazing. You haven’t tried it, so you can’t judge,” I answer firmly.

“Ahh, the joys of pregnancy cravings. I used to enjoy pickles dipped in ketchup,” the other woman confesses.

Now that doesn’t sound too good–not without a cheeseburger, anyway. I stare at the woman and again wonder when Shelby plans to tell me who my ‘visitor’ is.

“This is Amanda. She’s a proud mother of quadruplets. The doctor thought she would be the best person to share her experiences with you,” Shelby explains.

Ah, this was nice. I’ve been having so many questions, so I’m glad someone can help answer them for me.

“Nice to meet you, Amanda. The first question is, will my nose grow bigger? I mean I already have a big nose, and I am afraid if it grows any bigger I will be all nose and no face,” I say worriedly.

Shelby starts giggling, and Amanda looks a bit confused. “First, you have a perfect nose. However, some pregnancies tend to make your nose a tiny bit bigger.”

My hand instinctively flies to my face and I cover my nose with it. So it is true? My nose is going to grow bigger… oh no!

“How big do you think mine will grow, considering I’m also having quadruplets?” I ask.

“I have no idea, but I’m sure you will look cute either way,” she reassures me.

I wiggle my nose trying to gauge how big it’s gotten.

“Did you also have sex with four men? How did you get four babies inside of you?” I ask, and the three ladies all laugh. I find nothing funny about my question and look at Amanda waiting for her to answer.

“No. I only slept with my husband. One man can also father four children at once,” she tells me.

I still don’t understand and want to probe some more. “How?” I feel like such an idiot. I don’t know much at all about how having a baby works, not really. “I mean, I had sex with four different men, and now I’m pregnant with four babies, but that’s not usually how it happens, right? How did it happen for you? Do you have two uterine horns like me?”

“I don’t have two uterine horns. All of my babies came from one uterus and two eggs that split in two. The other questions you asked are anatomical. You have a unique uterus. You probably produce eggs on both sides of your uterus. The sperm then fertilizes all those eggs, resulting in multiple babies. I’d rather not be too scientific as I aim to clear your confusion and not contribute more to it. The doctor will be the one to focus on the medical and scientific jargon,” Amanda clarifies.

I’m trying to mentally picture what she’s saying, but I can’t. To make things simpler for my idle mind, I’ll just attribute the scientific jargon to my magical uterus.

“How was it when you gave birth? Do four baby heads pop out at once? How do they fit… down there? Does it hurt? I am sure it hurts, duh. Will I end up with a big hole down there? How will I walk afterward?”

Amanda laughs and places a hand on top of mine.

“Relax, Rose. The babies don’t come out all at once. They come out consecutively. I pushed out my first at midnight. The second came a few minutes after that. The third only came through an hour later and the fourth a few minutes after the third. Your… down there is muscle, darling. It expands to accommodate the baby. The wonders of creation, right? I must admit, you might tear a bit, though, if any of the babies are too big,” she says. “But you’ll heal.”

I choke on the slice of toast I am chewing. Tear? Big baby? Down there? Maybe eating isn’t such a good idea after all. Eating will cause the babies to grow and get big. The bigger they are, the more tearing… good gracious Moon Goddess.

“So I need to make sure the babies don’t get too big, right? So that I won’t tear?” I ask.

“Oh, no! You have to eat, dear. Those babies have to grow. Small babies are at risk of being sick or having complications. Tearing is normal and will heal up in no time,” she says in a soothing voice.

I’m not comforted at all, and I can only imagine these babies tearing me in half as they make their way out. “Did you tear?” I pry.

Amanda nods lightly and laughs. “I did, but just a little. I’m all healed and fine now. The pain was worth it, dear. It’s a great joy when you see those little angels. You forget the pain and know it was all for a good cause, bringing your beautiful angels into the world.”

I can’t nod or smile. How is it going to be worth it for me?

My angels will be taken away from me as soon as they are out. The only memory I’ll have of them is a tear in my v-jay-jay. It’ll be a permanent reminder of everything for the rest of my life, a reminder of lives created from love. A result of love that I’ll never be able to cherish or appreciate. An appreciation I’ll never hold or embrace. Angels that will fly away soon as they’re born.

“Take this,” Amanda says as she hands me a clear bottle with a whitish paste inside.

“What is this?” I ask as I accept it. I hope it’s some magic potion to make me sneeze and the babies will just pop out–no tears, no pain, and no fuss.

“It’s coconut oil. You massage down there three times a week. It’ll help so much when you finally go into labor. The tearing will be minimal,” she informs me.

I nod, thanking her, and place the bottle on the tablet. I just wish it could make me forget soon after, giving me a bit of amnesia so that I won’t remember when I push out four babies and they’re all taken away from me.