Chapter 40 Escalation of events Rated R for violence and adult language content

Moments Later in the warehouse:

After Erica and Kevin rushed Maggie out of the building in Kevin’s arms and into the limo; footsteps could be heard running into the warehouse towards Lena’s body.

“Miss Kundera can you hear me?” the Detective Aiton asked, ripping open Lena’s leather jacket to check and make sure the bulletproof vest had worked and stopped all the bullets.

“Is that her blood?” Lee cried out, hovering over Detective Aiton and Lena.

“No…no it’s the fake blood. The vest worked, she isn’t shot. But at such close range, she might have sustained other injuries we didn’t anticipate. I don’t know what the fuck Burke was thinking, shooting her up close like that, that wasn’t the plan. We need to get her to a hospital now.” the Detective shouted, waving the medics towards her.

The emergency crew rushed forward and began to check Lena’s vitals. Her body was going into shock, blood trickling from her mouth. They told the Detective they thought Lena had several broken ribs and they were sure at least one lung had been punctured by the fractures. Lena was having trouble breathing and was turning blue.

Lee and Bianca were frantic, looking at Lena barely conscious and clinging to life. They both knew this could be Maggie as well if anything else failed from this point on.

Bianca grabbed the Female Detective, “Do you know where they have taken Maggie?”

“Yes, Miss Montgomery, Lena made sure the tracking device was still on Miss Stone’s person, when she entered the warehouse. Plus she attached another as well and we are getting both signals loud and clear. My people are following your Mother, Burke and Maggie as we speak. And I will take you there once I know Miss Kundera is taken care of.”

“No, you two go now. I will stay with Lena,” Lee said softly.

“Are you sure,” the Detective asked.

“Yes, Bianca needs to know Maggie is safe. And so do Lena and I. Lena has sacrificed too much for this to end in failure now, so please go,”

Bianca hugged and kissed Lee on the cheek, before she told her to take care of Lena. Then she and the Detective took off to see this travesty to its end.

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The Hospital waiting area: Lee’s POV:

I can’t believe this is happening, Lena is supposed to be fine, not hanging on by a thread for her life.  What the hell was that Burke scum thinking?  He knows the cops are watching everything that is going down.  He had to have known shooting her like that would cause this damage.  Hell, I know nothing about guns and even I know the force and concussion from shots at that range, even with her vest, would do this.  She has 3 broken ribs, and one punctured lung.  I thought I would die when they almost lost her twice in the ambulance.  They said she was bleeding internally from the fractures and the lung damage could be fatal.  But so far she is holding on.  If that pig thinks he is walking away from this, he is sadly mistaken.  And he sure as hell won’t see a penny of my money, the Mother fucker.

“Excuse me, but are you Lee Rogers?”

I looked up and there stood a tall blonde woman hovering over me, “Yes, I’m Lee Rogers. Who are you?”

“Bianca had the police contact me and asked me to come and be here with you until your friend Lena is better.  I’m Dr. Loren Walker,” she said, offering her hand to me.

“That was nice of Bianca and you.  I don’t even know you,”

“I realize that, but both Maggie and Bianca have told me so much about both you and Lena I feel as though I know you, and I wanted to help if I could.”

“Thank you, I have to admit it’s driving me crazy being here alone and I have no idea how anyone is,”

“I’m sure, well they did tell me once this nightmare with Maggie is over they would be bringing her here as well to be checked out.  So you will get to see Bianca and Maggie soon I am sure,”

“God I hope so, that’s if nothing else goes wrong,”

She didn’t say anything after that and I decided it was best not to tempt fate and leave it alone as well. She moved closer and put her arm around my shoulders as we both sat and prayed for a positive outcome.

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Maggie’s POV:

Erica and Burke are sitting up front in the limo, while they left me bound and gagged in the back seat all alone.

Jesus, I still can’t believe they killed Lena.  Shot her point blank right in front of me. If I didn’t think I was totally fucked before I sure as hell do now. I know for sure there’s no fucking way they are going to let me live after seeing that.  Damn, even if I did live, I’ll never forget the look on Lena’s face as long as I live.  Must have been what Frankie felt when she was killed. God, I’m going to die…..just like Frankie.  What the hell kind of fucked up karma or whatever is that?  What did either of us ever do to deserve this shit? What the fuck? Someone’s touching my face…when did the car stop?

“Relax Stone; I just want to take your gag off, if you promise not to scream.”

 I nod my head yes.  Is this guy fucking kidding me? I can smell the gun powder and feel the blood still on his hands. Like I am going to argue with this sick fuck. And who would hear me if I did yell? And where the hell are we?

“Burke, what are you doing?”

“Chill, Erica, the gag is cutting into her mouth. Besides no one can hear her now even if she did scream,”

“Are you going soft on me Burke?”

“SOFT! Hell woman, I just kill that bitch Kundera for you, and you’re calling me soft,”

“Exactly, if you can kill her, why coddle this whore? There all the same. As far as I am concerned one whore down, one to go,”

“She’s a kid, Erica, a fucking kid. Lena was a ball busting cunt who had been around the block more times then you and I could count. She deserved to die.”

“Fine, I’m not going to waste time arguing semantics with you.  Just make sure your bleeding heart keeps this one tied up till we are through,”

“Yes Boss!” he sneered and then he winked at me. 

What the fuck is that about?  Oh God, he wants to fuck me.  It’s not enough their going to kill me, this pig wants to rape me too.  Well no freakin’ way. I’ll make him kill me before he lays one fucking finger on me.

“Relax Stone, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a reassuring tone, as if he were reading my mind.

Reassuring words coming from a killer…yeah I’m feelin’ warm and fuzzy all under. Now he’s lifting me out of the car.  It looks like we are in an airport hanger or something, but there isn’t any plane here.  Hell it doesn’t matter, these two are nuts if they think I am going to let them ship me out to be some sex slave. That is so not happening. I’ll make one of them shoot me before that happens.

I need to calm down. My heart has been racing since they shot Lena.  I’ve never seen anyone killed before, let alone someone I know…knew.  And something has been bugging me since the abduction at the hotel and when Lena fondled me again at the warehouse.  The more I think about it, it was like she was patting me down or something. And what did she mean when she said I wasn’t alone. She said that both times and that she was sorry. I’m so fucking confused.  I thought she betrayed me, but I don’t know anymore, especially since they killed her.  Maybe she was trying to help and Erica found out.  And damn, why did she keep saying I wasn’t alone? 

God, that fucker got some of Lena’s blood on my cheek and chin and now’s it drying.  Maybe I can wipe it off.  Sure piece-of-cake being trusted up like a turkey here.  Well my fingertips aren’t covered by the ropes, I suppose I can try and rub it off.

This is so gross, it won’t come off. I’ll have to put some spit on my fingers, besides it feels kinda sticky, but not like blood.  It couldn’t be, could it?  I can’t believe I’m going to do this, but I need to know. I put two fingertips on my tongue and then rub them over the blood on my chin.  Then I take a deep breath, close my eyes and place my fingertips on the tip of my tongue.  OMG! OMG! It’s not blood.  It’s not blood! 

Holy shit, this means Lena’s not dead and she was…no is trying to help. And Burke dude is double-crossing Kane…I hope.

“Stone, what the hell are you doing?”

“What!”

“Don’t what me, you heard what I said.  I know you’re a sick young woman, but why are you licking Lena’s blood from your fingers?  That is sick, even for you,”

“I didn’t Erica, hell I don’t know what I’m doing. I haven’t slept, eaten or had anything to drink since you kidnapped me. Plus I watched your boy here kill someone only a little bit ago, and you expect rational behavior from me, please!”

“God, and they call me a drama queen.  Whatever you are doing just stop it, it’s disgusting.”

I ignore Kane and see Burke squirming in his chair. He knows that I know Lena isn’t dead and that he didn’t kill her.  I think he’s afraid I’m going to say something to get us both killed. Men…at least I get it now. Lena did set it all up.  And I’m not alone. Hell I bet the police are on their way right now.   She probably has some tracking device on me. That must have been what she was doing when she put her hands on me. Thank you Lena, Kane is so going down and I can’t wait to see that.  I am so going to bitch slap this woman into the next century when they get here...if they get here.   And then they better damn well lock this bitch up and throw away the key.

“Why isn’t the plane here, Erica, we can’t sit here forever?”

“Don’t worry, Burke, it will be here.  Besides, I’ve been re-evaluating the situation,”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it seems to me since we already dispatched one of my daughter’s whore’s tonight, why not end this now and kill this one too?  Then I never have to worry about her popping up again like a bad penny someday,”

“I can’t do that,”

“What do you mean you can’t do it?  Shoot her, I’m ordering you,”

“No, she’s done nothing to me or anyone that I can see and I won’t kill her. She’s just a kid Erica, have a heart,”

“Done nothing, she’s taken my sweet, innocent daughter from me.  She’s a lying, conniving whore, now shoot her, or I will,” she said pulling a small handgun from her purse.

“You filthy, disgusting bitch, put that gun away,”

“Or what?”

“I’ll shoot you, and enjoy every minute I watch your life ooze from your worthless body. That’s WHAT BITCH!”

“NO!” I shouted.

“What? Are you nuts, girl, this woman wants you dead, or worse shipped off to be some sex slave somewhere you will never be heard from again.  Haven’t you been paying attention to what’s going on here?”

“Yes, I’m not stupid.  But I also know one way or another, I’m not getting out of here and if Bianca has to face life without me, don’t make her live without her Mother too.  It would kill her.”

“Well Erica, listen to that, the little conniving whore is begging for your life.  How does that make you feel,”

“Please, she’s just trying to talk her way out of this, and it’s not going to work,”

“It sure as hell is. I’m not going to shoot her.  You want her dead; you’re going to have to do it,”

“Fine, I knew you would never have the balls to kill her and I’m not going to prison for her death.  But I still have the jet ready to take her and get her out of our lives for good. MOVE!” she yelled, waving her gun at Burke and me to move to the plane.

Burke pulled me up from the chair, after he untied my legs, my hands still bound in front of me.  Neither of us said anything as Erica followed us towards the plane; that was outside of the hanger on the tarmac, prepped and ready to go. 

Once we reached the steps to the private jet I stopped, “No.” I shouted, turning to face Erica and Burke. Burke tried to get me to go up the stairs, but I wouldn’t. Erica then shoved him out of the way pointing her gun at both of us, and for Burke to back off.

“What are you doing Maggie?”

“This is as far as I go, Erica.  I won’t be some sex slave for you.  Though I am sure you think that has some poetic ring of justice in your mind.  I’m not a whore, Erica, and I won’t let you turn me into one.  Lord knows if my Mother couldn’t, I’m sure as hell not going to let you.”

“Really, then what are you expecting to happen here, Maggie?”

“I expect now is the time when you will shoot me, and then all this mess will end.  I’m tired, Erica, you win, all I ask is you make it quick,”

Erica looked stunned, which surprised not only me, but Burke as well.  We could see her mind working, trying to decide what her options were.  She hadn’t counted on this scenario, and she knew Burke wasn’t going to shoot me.  If I was to die, Kane was going to have to bloody her own hands for once and do it herself.

“This is a trick,”

“No trick, Erica,”

“Well then Mary Margaret, no final words for Bianca before I shoot you?”

“You wouldn’t tell her if I did, bitch.  Besides she knows I love her.  You’re the one that never seemed to grasp that reality, not her,”

“You didn’t deserve her,”

“Funny, finally we agree on something.  You’re right, I never deserved Bianca, but she didn’t care, she loved me anyway,” shit Lena where are you and the cops? I’m running out of time here.

“Shut UP!!”

I did as Erica order, taking a deep breath as I waited for the inevitable.  Then I saw something out in the night’s blackness.

Erica raised her gun and pointed it directly at me, her hand shaking, but both Burke and I knew this woman would take my life no matter what second thoughts she might be having.  She had to do it for no other reason now then to keep my silence.  Or La Kane would be facing prison. 

It was then I saw Burke turn to see what I had been looking at, as Erica debated my fate; a French Police sharpshooter, aiming at Erica Kane. And within that moment four shots rang out in rapid session, two from Erica’s gun and two from the sharpshooter.

When they stopped and the smoke cleared, both Erica and I lay on the tarmac…unconscious and bleeding.

TBC

Stephanie aka The Diva

Previews: Character death…..who will die and who will live of Lena, Maggie and Erica? And how will Bianca deal with it all?

I too wish to celebrate the grand news of Maggie’s return to AMC. In honor of her return, here is Part I of Trauma, Chapter 41 of BAM, At long last Love!

Chapter 41 Trauma Part I (rated R for adult language)

Seconds after the shooting: Burke’s POV:

It was total chaos.  I could hear the little blonde’s girlfriend screaming her name and running towards her fallen body. Police cars and ambulances were rushing towards the scene with sirens blaring.  I wondered why they used the sirens when all the carnage had already taken place all around me. I realized I hadn’t moved from my spot the entire time, when suddenly a policeman shoved me against a cop car and cuffed me.  Bianca was now on the ground cradling her lover in her arms and crying for help. 

“I thought you had better sense then this, Kevin?”

“What the hell, Angela, I did what you and Lena wanted,”

She shook her head as they shoved me into a police car. “Damn it Angela!”

The Detective leaned on the cop car door through the open window and glared at me, “Lena’s in the hospital, you ass, you shot her at point blank range. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I panicked, for Christ sakes. Besides what does it matter, she had her vest on?”

“You can’t be that stupid, Burke. You had to have known, at that range, she would sustain serious injuries from the force of the bullets. We told you to shoot her from at least 10 feet away. Not with the muzzle of the gun shoved into her gut,”

“So how bad is she?” I asked, realizing I was in deep shit.

“Internal bleeding, punctured lung and 3 broken ribs,”

“Holy shit,”

“Yeah, guess you can kiss that retainer goodbye, my friend. Her girlfriend is out for your hide and I can tell you she would sooner see you dead, right now, than paid for services rendered. And if Lena dies, I can guarantee you will be going to jail for a long, long time.”

She slammed the car door shut and waved for the officers to take me away. Before the cop closed the window, I shouted to Angela that it was an accident. But something told me nothing I said was going to help. Erica and Lena had finally succeeded in fucking me over one last time, and I would just have to hope that Polish bitch lived and didn’t hold a grudge. After all it was an accident, right?

Angela Aiton’s POV:

With Burke taken care of, I surveyed the rest of the carnage. Two medics were trying to pry Bianca from her lover, so they might help the Stone girl. Meanwhile the Kane woman wasn’t breathing and one medic was doing CPR, while the other was checking her vitals. I personally felt they should let the bitch bleed to death, but it wasn’t my call.

I went to help Bianca and Maggie, so we could get the little blonde to the hospital before we lost her. She was losing a lot a blood from both her head and stomach wounds, from what I could see.

“Bianca…BIANCA!!” I yelled. She finally stopped crying and looked up at me. “Let them help her, Bianca, or we are going to lose her,”

She looked from me to Maggie and then to the medics, releasing Maggie from her hold as they took the petite blonde and started to attend to her wounds and check for signs of life.

“Is she breathing?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“Just barely,” they answered, picking up her fragile body and placing it on the gurney and then into the Ambulance. I helped Bianca get in after them and I joined them as well. I wasn’t leaving either woman’s side till I knew they were safe and sound. I owed them that and I owed it to Lena as well.

Hospital waiting room:

“Excuse me ladies, but the police detective Aiton called and wanted me to tell you that the situation is resolved.  But both the Kane woman and Maggie Stone were shot and are on their way here with Miss Montgomery now.”

“Oh my God!   How bad is it?” Lee asked, squeezing Dr. Walker’s hand.

“That’s all I was told, Mademoiselle.  I’m sorry,”

“Thank you nurse…Lee, breathe my dear.  Your friends need you now more then ever,”

“She really did it, Loren, she tried to kill Maggie…what if…”

“No, don’t.  We have to have faith, Lee, for Maggie and Bianca sakes,”

“Yes, your right, but what if I - I mean we lose both Maggie and Lena?  I don’t think I could handle that.  Hell, I know Bianca would die without Maggie,”

“Shhh…it’s going to be ok.  I know Maggie and it will take more then a bullet to keep her down.  I can promise you she is fighting like mad, right now, to get back to Bianca.  As is Lena for you,”

The red haired girl finally gave into her fears and sobbed in the blonde doctor’s arms.  It broke Loren’s heart to see this nightmare take all the worst turns possible thus far. But she wasn’t giving up on Maggie or their friend Lena.  Too much was counting on their survival.”

As for Erica, Loren knew Bianca would be torn as to how to deal with her Mother fighting to live, after shooting her fiancé.  It was going to be a long night and this woman would need all her training to help Bianca through every excruciating hour of it.

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“Allez, allez, déplacez à l'écart,” (go, go, move out of the way) the emergency staff shouted at people hovering around the Hospital Emergency Entrance.  They rushed Maggie Stone through the Emergency Doors, with Bianca running beside her and holding the unconscious blonde’s frail hand.

The Detective, Angela Aiton, followed with Erica Kane and the emergency crew who were continuing to work feverously on the Kane woman; whose heart had stopped again on the way to the hospital.  She had sustained two horrific wounds from the police sniper’s bullets.  One bullet pierced the heart the other shattered her spine. They knew any normal person would have been dead on the scene, from the blood loss alone. The Detective and the crew were surprised she hadn’t died before their arrival, but anyone who knew this woman knew not even a sniper’s bullet would take her down, at least not right away. Hate would keep what was left of Erica’s heart beating. After all she had lost most of her heart long before today and it still lived on.

There was one ray of hope with the shootings though.  Maggie had been shot with a 32, a small caliber weapon. Clearly Erica Kane had thankfully gone more for something that would fit in her purse, then for impact.  Therefore the stomach and head wounds Maggie suffered were not as horrific as they would have been had she been shot with a larger and more lethal caliber weapon.  But as any doctor knew, all stomach wounds were potentially life threatening.  This wound would be their primary concern in the operating room. Thankfully the head wound was minor in comparison. The bullet had only grazed her left forehead, and though it had caused serious blood loss, the resulting concussion should be something the young blonde would recover from, baring any complications.

Maggie had been prepped and was being rushed to surgery; while Bianca was standing lost watching the doors that said DO NOT ENTER in French. They were keeping her on this side of the doors and away from her life, her Maggie.  

Covered in the blonde’s blood and as pale as her lover from shock, grief and fear.  Dr. Walker approached the young broken brunette, placing her strong, caring hands slowly and gently on her patient’s shoulders; whispering words of concern and encouragement to Bianca.  But the girl heard nothing, but the shots that took both her Mother and fiancé down, ringing over and over in her head, as they had on the ride over from the horrific scene.

Bianca’s mind kept reliving the moments just before the shots and after.  Damning herself for keeping the police from shooting her Mother, until it was too late.  She hadn’t wanted to believe Erica could actually go through with it. But then just seconds before the shots, Erica’s body language had changed and Bianca knew she had grossly underestimated her Mother’s wrath and hatred for Maggie.  Only it was too late to stop her before the Kane woman would shoot Maggie too, as she herself was shot.  Bianca would never forgive herself or Erica for what happened.  And she wondered if Maggie lived, could she?

Both Lee and Loren helped a dazed Bianca to a chair in the waiting area.  The young brunette said nothing, did nothing; her only movement being the constant wringing of her hands as she stared blankly into space.  An occasional tear, the only sign of life that would slowly escape those tortured eyes as the hours and minutes ticked by.

Meanwhile the surgeons working on Erica Kane had done all they could. Stopping the bleeding and patching her up; but short of a heart transplant, it was only a matter of time till the woman lost her fight with death.  They were baffled as to how she had lived this long. It was nothing short of a miracle.  And from what they had heard of the events leading to these injuries, they wondered who if anyone was praying for such a miracle.

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One floor above the dramas building in the surgical wing, laid Lena Kundera.  She had survived her surgery and was in ICU now; not breathing on her own yet and hooked up to several machines that monitored all her vital signs.  The doctors felt without complications or infection, she would not only survive her injuries, but recover quite well.  But they would keep a close eye on her for at least 24 hours to be safe.

The Surgeon explained everything to a relieved Lee Rogers, and though she wasn’t family she as permitted to go and see Lena, as long as she wore a protective face mask and clothing, to prevent infection.  The young redhead kissed the doctor and ran to Lena’s room, after thanking Dr. Walker for being there for her and asking her to stay with Bianca, until her return.

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A few hours later at the Hospital: Bianca’s POV:

I have no idea how much time has pasted. All I know is I want Maggie. I need her…need her to understand the terrible mistake I made. To know I never meant for her to be hurt or suffer. I feel as though I’m going to lose my mind if someone doesn’t tell me she’s alright. That it’s not too late. That I didn’t let the love of my life die, so I could save my Mother. God what have I done? I didn’t know, Maggie. I didn’t know until it was too late. I swear! I didn’t know she would really shoot you. I just wanted you safe and her in jail, baby. You have to believe me, baby. She has to know that. I’ve been trying to send these words to Maggie for what feels like hours, but I know she can’t hear me. But she has to know, dear God, please help me. She has to know…

“Mademoiselle Montgomery,”

“Bianca, the Doctor is here,”

“What?”

As I came out of my stupor, standing before me was a tall dark-haired man with deep blue eyes and dressed in surgical scrubs staring down at me. Dr. Walker took my hand as we both waited for the news.

“Mademoiselle, your friend, Miss Stone came through the surgery and is being sent to ICU as we speak. She lost a great deal of blood and though her injuries could have proven to be life threatening, I can tell you this young woman is a fighter and is working very hard towards a full recovery. We almost lost her a few times, but each time she rallied and we feel, if all goes well in the next 24 hours, she should make a complete recovery. The staff is very hopeful for both Miss Kundera and Miss Stone. But we will be watching their progress very closely. Infection is our primary concern now for both of them with their conditions. Now, as for your Mother, Miss Kane, her condition is grave and though we have done all we could, I’m afraid we don’t expect her to survive the night. I’m very sorry.”

“You’re sorry…you should have let her die,” I said with little or no emotion. The poor man looked shocked, but took a deep breath and continued.

“Do you wish to see her?”

“Who?”

“Your Mother of course, before it is…well, too late,”

“No. I need Maggie. Please tell me where she is,” I said, still feeling shell shocked from the day’s events.

“As you wish, the nurse will take you to see Miss Stone. But…you must know all three women are in private ICU rooms beside each other. It makes it easier for our staff to care for them,”

“Thank you. Can we go now, please?”

“Of course, but you will need protective clothing and a mask before you see your friend. We must keep her safe from all infection, as I said before,”

“Maggie…she’s my fiancé,” I said more for myself then to correct him.

The Doctor nodded and left Loren, the nurse and I.

“Loren, will you come with me, please,”

“Of course Bianca,”

The three of us were about to head off towards ICU, when Loren and the nurse stopped me.

“Bianca, you need to clean up before we go upstairs,”

I was confused, at first, until I saw both of them staring at me. Still numb emotionally, I looked down and saw that my hands and arms were still covered in Maggie’s blood, as were my clothes. The nurse said she would go and find me some clean scrubs to put on, while I used the bathroom she pointed to. It had a shower I could use, she said. Loren said she would wait outside, to give me some privacy.

I entered the sterile looking room with glaring florescent lights. One of them flickered on and off making the room feel even more cold and surreal to me. I stood before the wall of mirrors and looked at my grotesque reflection. My pale skin and clothing soaked in my lover’s blood. Blood spilled by my very own Mother. Then I heard it, that sick, cruel laughter…my Mother’s laugh. Her face smiling back at me and her words filling my brain.

“There’s my baby girl. Mother took care of those two whores and now you and I can be together forever and conquer the world, Bianca” she said, laughing and holding out her arms for me to come to her.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed, falling to the floor and wrapping my arms around my legs as I crouched into a fetal position; desperately trying to block her out of my head.

I barely heard the door crashing against the back wall and foot steps running towards me, when someone lifted me towards them and held me in their arms.

“Bianca…Bianca what happened?” Loren kept asking me, till I finally opened my eyes and realized it was her.

“Erica…she won’t let me go,” I whimpered, as I buried my face in her shoulder and wept like a child.

Eventually I stopped. Loren helped me take my clothes off to shower. I no longer cared if she saw me naked. She was my doctor…my friend. She assured me there was no reason to feel embarrassed or ashamed. I was raw and she was there to help me, so I let her.

She stayed in the room this time, only a few feet from where I was showering. She had set the water on warm and I stood still, my arms crossing my chest and hands clutching my shoulders, as I felt the wetness cascade over my body. The smell of copper filling my nostrils as the blood washed from my body and down the drain. I shivered as I watched Maggie’s blood, her very essence wash away. And then the fear returned. My Maggie, my love could be dying no matter what that doctor said and here I stood watching her blood wash away as if it were an omen. Was it all lost? Had my Mother won after all? I was suddenly too paralyzed to find out, falling to my knees and weeping once more as the water washed away the remnants of the day’s horrors and all my hope with it. Or so I thought.

TBC

Stephanie aka The Diva

As always thanks for any and all FB and all who read this story. With Part II there will be character death. I hope to have Part II out this weekend as well. Any and all bribes and coaxing are welcome.

Chapter 41 Trauma Part II (rated R for adult language)

ICU ward 30 minutes later: Lee’s POV:

I must have fallen asleep for a little bit while I sat with my love, for I woke up drooling on my own arm and laughed thinking how Lena would tease me if she saw me now. I leaned over and kissed her forehead. I wanted those lips of hers, but they had a tube running down her throat to help her breath, so no Lena lips for now. She looks so helpless and pale, I almost don’t recognize her. I miss my brave, strong knight. But I know she’ll come back stronger and braver then before. She has to.

I kissed her once more and decided to stretch my legs. A nurse comes in to check on my girl and tells me my other friend is next store, if I wish to see her as well.

I thanked the nurse and rushed to what I thought was Maggie’s room, only to find the bitch…the one that had caused all this carnage. Erica Kane, hooked up to more tubes and machines then even Lena had. And all I wanted to do was rip every last one of them out. But another nurse found me and hurried me out of the room. Eyeing a police man sitting just outside the door, I guessed to let me know I best not try anything. My face telling her of my evil thoughts, I presumed.

I backed out of Kane’s room and headed for what had to be Maggie’s. I stopped at the door, the sight of my dear friend taking my breath away. Little Maggie, her head bandaged and her own machines and IV drips attached to her tiny, frail arms. She looked like a small child and I wanted to hold her like a Mother and some how make all her pain go away. Then it hit me, where was Bianca? Why wasn’t she here with Maggie? I had to find her and bring her here now before our friend woke and realized her lover wasn’t here.

But then I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder, turned and saw Bianca’s tortured eyes, the mask covering the lower part of her face. Dr. Walker standing behind her, dressed in similar protective clothing and mask as well.

“How is she?” Bianca asked.

“I just got here too,” I answered, moving back so Bianca and Loren could go in.

Bianca hugged me, whispering how helpless Maggie looked and asking me how Lena was. I told her not to worry for Lena, just take care of Maggie for now. She nodded and moved to sit beside her lover, taking Maggie’s hand in hers, as Loren motioned with her eyes she wished for me to join her in the hall.

“How are you holding up, Lee?”

“I’m fine, really. Lena is going to be fine, I can feel it. She’s too stubborn to die, trust me. Besides I can guarantee you she is going to kick Burke’s ass when she does wake up. That alone will bring her back to me,”

“You are probably right,” she said with a smile. “I will keep good thoughts for her and you,”

“Thank you, Loren, Bianca and Maggie are lucky to have you,”

“Thank you Lee, I’m just glad I can be here for them,”

“How is Bianca really?”

“Truthfully she’s just barely holding on. She’s racked with guilt over this entire situation. But I have been able to keep her focused on Maggie for now. I just hope Maggie wakes soon, so Bianca can see she doesn’t need to worry about her,”

“Well, here’s hoping both Mags and Lena wake up soon,”

She smiled and hugged me, joining Bianca at Maggie’s bedside. Knowing my friend was in good hands, I returned to my love and continued my vigil. Waiting for her to awake and give me her famous dimpled grin.

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Maggie’s beside: Maggie’s POV:

My head is really pounding and I feel as though I’m coming out of some freakin’ fog. I can’t remember anything after I think I heard a gun go off back at the plane. And I swear the lower half of my body feels like a truck ran over it. If I could just open my eyes maybe I could find out what the hell is going on. And dear God would someone please give me some water, my throat is on fire.

“I’m sorry Maggie…it’s…it’s all my fault. I didn’t want anyone to die. I just wanted them to arrest her…I never thought she would really do it, baby. Please wake up Maggie. I need you to forgive me. God Maggie I need you.”

What’s Bianca talking about and where is she? It sounds as if she’s miles away, but I can hear her. Damn, what’s the matter with me? Maybe this is some stupid dream. Maybe Burke and Erica drugged me and I’m on the plane heading for hell. God I hope not.

“Bianca, I know you’re in terrible emotional pain now, but I can’t stress enough how important I feel it is you go and see you Mother before…”

“Before what, Loren?”

“Before it’s too late,”

“It’s way past too late, Doc. Everything is done and I can’t change a damn thing, don’t you get that. I killed Maggie and my Mother and I have to live with that for the rest of my life,”

“Bianca, Maggie’s here. She’s not dead and neither is Erica, at least not yet. If you don’t face Erica one last time, I guarantee you will regret that decision for the rest of your life.”

“Doc you’ve been amazing for me and Lee today, but I can’t deal with this right now. Please just leave.”

“Bianca,”

“No Doc!”

“Bianca, that was Maggie not me,” Loren says, moving to Maggie’s other side.

“What!! Maggie baby, oh my God you’re awake!”

“Ok, B, lovin’ the hug, but Ow pain here!!”

“Maggie, God I’m sorry. Hell, all I keep doing is hurting you,”

“Water…” I said, trying to lick my lips, but my tongue was bone dry.

“Water? Oh sure, you must be so thirsty. Here you go baby,”

Oh yeah, that’s the ticket. Just keep that ice cold water coming B.

“Slowly, Maggie, I don’t want you to choke,”

I nod my head yes and slow the sucking down. Damn the water feels so good on my throat. I try to smile at Bianca to thank her. OK, I have one question for my brain, while I’m sucking on this straw, why am I seeing two Bianca’s? And why do they keep weaving in and out?

“Does that help Maggie?”

I nod my head yes again, but I’m still having trouble focusing on Bianca. Let’s try one eye at a time and see if that helps.

“What is she doing Loren?”

“I think she is having trouble seeing,”

I turn to look at Doc and shake my head yes at her, and then I let go of the straw.

“It’s ok Maggie, you have a head injury. They said you might have some problems at first. Don’t worry,”

Head injury…well that would explain the pain. “What happened?”

Both Loren and Bianca stare at me as if I’m speaking a foreign language. So I try again.

“What happened to me?”

“Shot…you were shot, Maggie.” Bianca says and starts to cry.

“Don’t cry,” I can’t stand to see B cry.

”Erica?” I ask.

“Yes,”

“Damn, didn’t think she would,”

“Neither did I, but I was wrong and it got you shot. I’m so sorry Maggie,”

“It’s ok Bianca. It wasn’t your fault,”

“Yes, yes it was,”

“No B, Erica did what she did, it’s on her not you,”

“But I stopped them…”

“Bianca please, I know you but I don’t have the strength to argue today. Just let me win this one, ok?” I asked, flashing the best Stone grin I could, while multiple pains shot through me.

Bianca nodded and smiled weakly back at me.

“See what I have to go through to win and argument Doc?”

“Yes Maggie, I dare say until the situation improves I suspect you will win all the arguments for now,”

“Damn right. Now what’s this shit about Erica I heard you two talking about?”

“Nothing, Maggie. You rest,”

“No B, I heard Doc here say it was important. So tell me,”

“Erica was shot by a police sniper…she’s dying Maggie,” Loren said, knowing Bianca wouldn’t have the strength to get it out.

“Sniper…right, I remember that now. I saw him just before everything went black. Lena, she set it up?”

“Yes, Lena had the police in on all this from the beginning. If it weren’t for her, we think it could have gone far worse,”

“Damn, she is going to be so pissed at me. I spit on her back at the warehouse. I thought she was in with Erica. But once she got shot and I figured out it wasn’t real, I thought she might be on our side, but I wasn’t sure,”

“I’m sure she will forgive you,”

“Think so Doc? I hope so, she really came through,”

“She’s hurt too, Maggie,” Bianca finally spoke up.

“How?”

“Burke shot her at too close range. She has internal injuries including a collapsed lung. Lee is with her. They’re next door,”

“Damn, poor Lena. You should go see her and Lee, baby. After all she came through and saved your girl, just like she promised us she would,”

“Yes, I will sweetie, but not yet. I don’t want to leave you,”

“Ok, Bianca, but I’m getting pretty tired. So when I sleep, go check on our friends, ok?”

“Promise,”

“And Erica,”

“What about her?” Bianca asked.

“Doc said she’s dying, B. You need to go, baby,”

“No!”

“Go Bianca…go and see her. Doc’s right, if you don’t and she dies her death will poison everything we try to do or build in the future. Finish it Bianca…finish it for you and for us,”

“I can’t Maggie,”

“Yes you can, for me baby, for us…please. Don’t let what Erica did to me, to all of us be the last word. Say what you need to say to her to leave her behind, please.”

Bianca took a deep breath, “Ok Maggie, for you…for us,”

“Good baby, love you,” I whispered, exhaustion and meds making it hard for me to stay awake.

“Love you more,”

I closed my eyes as sleep came over me, feeling Bianca’s hand clasping mine to her face. Her tears washing down her face. I wanted to be there for her with Erica, but this was one scene meant just for them. Even I knew that and so did the Doc.

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Bianca had been standing for 10 minutes outside her Mother’s room. Several nurses had come and gone, checking Erica’s vitals and changing empty IV’s. Then finally the room was empty, but for the dying woman, the Mother, the business mogul…the monster.

Bianca ventured towards the foot of Erica’s bed; the sounds of monitors and Erica’s erratic breathing filling the sterile room and Bianca’s head.

“Why?” softly spoken by a confused, hurt, angry and distraught daughter. But the small fading creature lying in this bed made no response. Her eyes wide open, staring fixated on the ceiling. No one could say if the once powerful Erica Kane was lucid or not, if she was in a coma or hiding emotionally from her mistakes and inevitable end. No sign of recognition had been given by her since her delivery to ICU.

Bianca considered leaving, but chose instead to walk to the side of her once loving Mother’s bed. The young woman barely touching the inside palm of her Mother’s hand, the hand a large IV needle pierced to bring medicines to keep her alive. The hand that had held the gun that tried to take Maggie’s life and in essence Bianca’s as well. For without Maggie there would be no life worth having for this young woman. This hand Bianca believed held no power or strength in it now. The skin was weak, pale, the fingers thin, lifeless but not dead…not yet. This hand that once lovingly stroked the child Bianca’s head in sleep.

“Why?” she asked again, with a bit more pain and strength in her voice, but still nothing from the living shell of Erica Kane.

“I loved you, Mother. Why couldn’t that be enough? Why couldn’t you let me love and be loved? Why was there so much hate? Why did you make me do it?”

Bianca waited, prayed answers would come, but only her Mother’s labored breathing escaped the older woman’s lips. The young woman distraught and exhausted turned to leave when the living corpse, once called Mother, grabbed Bianca’s wrist with a death grip startling the young woman and causing her to scream.

The officer, from outside the room, ran in as did several nurses, but stopped when they saw Bianca being held by her Mother and Erica staring intently into her daughter’s eyes. Each of them backed out carefully, leaving these two alone.

“Bianca,” Erica choked out, her mouth parched from all the medicine.

With Erica still gripping her wrist, Bianca reached with her other hand for the glass of water, resting on the nightstand and helped her Mother drink from the straw. Once done the glass was returned to the table.

“Mother, please,” the young brunette begged for release from her Mother’s grasp. Erica’s reactions, slowed by the medications, finally released her hold and eased back into the bed.

“Answers,” Erica mumbled. “You came for answers,”

“Yes,” Bianca said, trying desperately to regain her resolve.

“I wanted the best for you. You were my future, my legacy. You deserved better then you chose, Bianca. I had to make it right,”

“No Mother, I was your daughter not your possession. And I had the best and Maggie made me happier then I had ever thought possible,”

Erica smiled for the first time since the shooting, “then it’s done, I killed her after all and I will have not died for nothing,” closing her eyes and basking in her success. Erica sighed contentedly realizing Bianca had spoken of hers and Maggie’s love in the past tense. The blonde whore was no more, Bianca was free. This fact gave Erica the peace and satisfaction she needed to die knowing she had won and saved her Bianca from That Stone girl.

Bianca couldn’t believe even now this woman she had called Mother was silently rejoicing in the false assumption of Maggie’s death. But this moment finally clarified everything and released Bianca of any and all guilt she had towards her Mother’s imminent death. Only time would heal her guilt for what happened to Maggie and Lena, but they would have that time. Bianca would see to it. For now, she would finish with Erica once and for all.

“Mother, your rejoicing is premature. I assure you Maggie is very much alive and is going to stay that way, as is Lena. You succeeded in nothing. You have lost me, your empire and your life, and all because of your hate.”

“But,”

“No Mother, it’s over. While I can never forgive you for what you did to Maggie; I can and will forgive you for loving me too much. Because when it was still love that you felt for me, it was beautiful. And that is the woman I will choose to remember. Not the monster the hate and jealousy turned you into. Goodbye Erica,”

Bianca left with a feeling of rebirth and freedom, leaving this sad, pathetic stranger behind. A person she never had known nor ever would. The Mother she knew and loved was dead, killed by a demon who took over her soul. The nightmare was over. The healing had begun. She would use her Mother’s wealth to heal her friends and herself and rebuild a new and marvelous empire she, her soon to be wife and dear friends could be proud of. Their lives filled with love and giving. No room for hate.

As for Erica Kane, what was left died within twenty minutes of her daughter’s exit from her life. She said nothing; only her eyes expressed the shock and hate that filled her being as she took her final breath. The body would be cremated and the ashes returned to Pine Valley, where they were left on a shelf never retrieved by a loved one or family member. What remained of the late, great and powerful Erica Kane would lie in a plain, brown box gathering dust for all eternity, thus dooming this creature to obscurity; something that had never been part of her master plan. But would give others a sense of Karmic justice.

TBC

Stephanie aka The Diva

Preview: The Final chapters of this story

Chapter 42 Healing (rated R to NC-17 for strong adult language and then sexual content. Please do not read if this will offend you.)

One Month later – Hotel De Crillon

It was a big day for both couples, Maggie and Lena had been released from the hospital and had been recuperating in the now adjoined suites at the Hotel De Crillon. Today was the day they both hoped to get a clean bill-of-health from their respective doctors. Both of the patients had healed far better and faster then anyone had anticipated, except for their respective lovers, Lee and Bianca, and the girls themselves of course.

Both Lena and Maggie had the perfect motivation to heal quickly and listen to everything their doctors told them to do in order to get well. They had even shared a bedroom both in the hospital and at the hotel. Making it easier for Bianca and Lee for care for them and visit at the same time. Also keeping things, at least PG rated, during the recovery for both couples.

This month had created a life long bond between these four amazing women. They would love each other as sisters and friends forever. All the old animosities dying with Erica and a new found bond of trust and love was born.

“I don’t understand why I need the chair. The doc said I was fine, Bianca,” Maggie pouted.

“I know, baby, but it’s the rules. No walking till I get you out of the hospital,”

“Stone, enjoy the pampering while it lasts. I think both you and I have seen the last of our Nightingale Nurses here, once they get us home,”

“That’s true Lena. Push on, Bianca.” Maggie said with a grandiose arm gesture from her wheelchair.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bianca said with a smirk.

“Oh I like the sound of that,” Maggie chimed in.

Lena looked up at her lover and smiled, as Lee pushed her wheelchair as well.

“Something tells me these two are going to go at it like bunnies the minute we get back,” Lena whispered to her smiling lover.

“What makes you think we aren’t going to as well, lover?” Lee answered with a wink.

“Just be gentle, baby, I’m still weak,” Lena said feigning her frailty for ultimate effect.

“However you want it, Lena,” Lee whispered back.

“Excellent,” Lena replied with her trademark dimpled evil grin and smirk.

But lunch would be the first order of business at a favorite café of theirs, once they left the hospital behind.

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While the four ladies were gone, the hotel had returned the bedrooms to their original status, with a large king-size bed in each, instead of the double beds that had been used during the recovery period. The beds dressed in the finest silk linens and exquisite comforters. Exotic flower arrangements were positioned in each room of the adjoining suites, and windows opened to air out the suites until the women returned. All bedside medical tables were now gone and any remnants of the recovery removed from the rooms. Each suite shined with the original splendor they had been known for, before they had been reduced to rooms to heal the broken and the sick. The final touch from the hotel staff; would be a large bottle of their finest bubbly, properly chilled, and a silver tray with succulent, fresh strawberries dipped in the richest of chocolates. A room service menu awaited them as well on each bed.

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The 2 couples shared a cab ride back to the hotel, laughing about their mutual state of being over stuffed from their lunch. It had been the first culinary treat for both Lena and Maggie, after weeks of limited diet and water or milk their only drinks of choice, per the doctors’ orders. To say they had overindulged at lunch would be a gross understatement, but they didn’t care.

“You know, I think they actually removed part of my stomach, B, I swear I used to be able to eat more then this,”

“And you did, my love, but your poor stomach isn’t used to it yet. Give it time, Maggie, and I am sure you will be back to your old self,” Bianca beamed.

“Well I better be, or I am going back to the hospital and getting the rest of my stomach back,” she grunted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“When you do, Mags, please pick up the rest of my lung too, I seemed to have misplaced it,” Lena laughed.

Lee and Bianca just stared at each other, both baffled and amused by the morbid humor of their lovers. Though this had been the banter of choice better Maggie and Lena for weeks now, when it was just the two of them at night alone in their room.

“Ease up ladies, Maggie and I are just having fun,”

“That’s right; we can’t help it you aren’t a member of the lost organs society. Only we lucky few are, right Lena,”

Bianca suddenly got very quiet, no longer seeing the humor in Maggie and Lena’s jokes. After all she was the reason for their unique new membership, as they called it.

Maggie stopped laughing and put her arm around Bianca’s shoulders.

“Sweetie, it was just a joke. Don’t be sad. Look Lena and I are perfect,” she said pointing at herself and her fellow sufferer.

“That’s right, Bianca, we didn’t mean to make you sad,”

“But it’s my fault. Who knows what problems both of you might have in the future because of “this?”

Instead of saying another word, Maggie just took Bianca’s sweet, suffering face in her hands and planted a slow, loving kiss on her lover’s adorable lips.

“Better?” Maggie asked, as the kiss ended and their foreheads pressed together.

“I guess…yes,” Bianca answered, smiling into Maggie’s warm and loving eyes.

“Good,” Lee, Lena and Maggie said. Each breathing a deep sigh of relief.

“We have arrived, Mademoiselles,” the cab driver announced.

“Excellent,” Lee chimed in and handed the driver his money. She then stepped out, offering her hand to Lena, to help her out of the cab; followed by Bianca who helped Maggie as well.

“Home sweet home,” Maggie sighed.

“Yep, just wait till you see what they have done to the rooms while we were gone,” Lee exclaimed.

The other three women looked at her with questioning faces, but she said no more and led the way back to their suites.

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Each of them was left speechless upon seeing the magical transition of each respective suite of rooms. The flowers alone took everyone’s breath away. Lee and Bianca hurriedly closed all the windows though, for fear the cold would cause their recovering girlfriends problems.

“Lee, you did all this?”

“Well the hotel staff did the work, but yeah, I asked them to do it while we were out. I wanted all of us to get our lives back today and remove every last detail of the recoveries from here. These are no longer rooms of healing, but of love once again,”

“And you wonder how I can love you so much,” Lena said, basking in pride as she took Lee into her arms, hugging and kissing her with great ardor.

“Well I think that is our cue, Maggie, to leave these two alone. And find our own bungalow of love,”

“I’m with you, Montgomery, lead the way.” Maggie said, smiling from ear-to-ear and letting her fiancé take her hand and lead her back to their suite.

“Are they gone?” Lee asked, trying to catch her breath.

“Yes,” Lena answered, brushing her fingertips over her lover’s cheek.

“Good, because I need my Lena alone time, baby. It’s been too damn long,”

“I’m all yours, my love,” Lena smiled, pulling Lee towards her and their bedroom.

“You bet your sweet ass, Kundera,” they both laughed and ran hand-in-hand to their bed.

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Meanwhile the other lovebirds had made it as far as the front door to their suite, where Maggie hurriedly closed and locked the door. She then forced her surprised lover against the door and started to kiss and strip Bianca, as their mutual sighs and moans filled the suite.

“Slow down my little tiger,” Bianca moaned.

“No,” was all Maggie said, continuing to kiss every square inch of her lover’s upper body; finally stopping at the twins, who she had just freed from their confines.

“Oh yes, come to mama, my precious girls…” Maggie said, her eyes totally fixated on her goal, “Lord how I have missed you,” she exclaimed, before she buried her face between these sumptuous globes of womanhood. Bianca hopeless to stop her, as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her.

“God Maggie, they’ve missed you too,”

The little blonde smirked as she continued to caress and now suckle each lovely breast. Paying them the reverence they so richly deserved, as did her lover.

Finally Bianca stopped her hungry little lion and scooped her up into her arms and carried her into their bedroom. She wasn’t going to make love to Maggie for the first time in weeks at their front door. Not when they had that magnificent bed awaiting them.

Maggie looked on in awe, as Bianca carried her to their room. She loved when her sweet, quiet and yes shy Bianca let loose the passionate and forceful animal from within. It was this very dichotomy, within her lover, that fascinated and intrigued Maggie. Something she alone would ever be privileged to see.

Bianca, her eyes full of lust and passion, kicked the bedroom do closed then gently deposited her precious Maggie down onto their bed. The young blonde looking up into those deep obsidian pools reached out for her huntress; waiting anxiously to be devoured by this amazing creature that was the love of her life. The brunette, naked from the waste up, removed the rest of her clothing; never once taking her eyes off her lover.

“Strip,” Bianca ordered, as her blood rushed in her ears and through her veins.

Maggie grinned and did as ordered. She too never once looked away from her lover as she removed each annoying piece of clothing. Though there was less to remove, for Stone had gone completely commando today, in preparation for just this event.

Once both women were naked they each took a moment to appreciate the exquisite beauty of their lover’s body. Bianca’s bliss, ended for a moment, however, upon seeing, yet again, Maggie’s new scar. Not out of disgust with the scar itself, but with what had caused it.

Her hand covering her mouth, Bianca exclaimed, “I’m so sorry Maggie,”

Maggie didn’t waste time with words, instead she moved to the edge of their bed, pulling Bianca to her, hugging her and hoping to be-still her lover’s fears once and for all.

Maggie then pulled back just enough to look up at Bianca, offering her hand as she moved herself and B onto the center of their bed, tossing the menu aside. They lay on their sides now, facing one another; Maggie’s fingertips tracing circles on her lover’s arm, as Bianca traced careful circles over Maggie’s pink scar.

“I’m not broken anymore, Bianca. It’s just a scar. Please don’t let it be anything more then that, baby,”

Bianca closed her eyes and sighed, “I’ll try, Maggie,”

“That’s my good girl….now where is that lusty lady that swept me into this room? Her little tiger needs some lovin’” Maggie said with a sexy growl, pinching one of Bianca’s nipples in the process as well.

Maggie’s naughty behavior did the trick, kicking Bianca’s libido back into over drive. That glint of passion gleaming through Bianca’s eyes once more.

“I’m going to suck you dry, Stone,” Bianca purred, eyeing Maggie’s already wet core.

“Oh God…” Maggie sighed, “I don’t think that’s possible, baby, but don’t let me stop you,” she lay on her back as Bianca got off the bed, kneeled and pulled her lover’s legs to the edge.

“Open wide,” Bianca smirked, wiggling her eyebrows as Maggie rested her upper body on her elbows, smiled and did as asked.

“How’s that?” Maggie asked, parting her legs and hips as far as she could.

“Perrrrrrrrrrrrrfect, my love,” Bianca answered. Running her index finger over Maggie’s very swollen clit and outer lips.

The blonde jumped at her lover’s touch. It had been too long since they last made love and Maggie was already about to pop, but wanted to hold off for as long as she could.

“You tease, I will make you pay for that later, Montgomery,”

“You better, I’m counting on it, Mistress,” Bianca winked.

“God, I love it when you call me that,”

“I know,”

Bianca then entered Maggie with two fingers as she lowered her head and blew a warm breath over her lover’s clit. She began a slow sensual thrusting and rotating of her fingers as she wrapped her lips around that nub and began to suckle and flick her tongue over and around it. Just as her Maggie loved.

The blonde moaned and grabbed Bianca’s head, pressing it even closer to her needs.

“God Bianca, you’re going to make me cum,”

“Not yet, my love,” She answered, thus releasing the swollen nub and the fingers buried in her lover’s core. Replacing her fingers with her tongue, making it as flat and wide and she could. With long, slow, painstaking licks lavished on Maggie’s womanhood. The little blonde’s hips working in unison with each wondrous lick. Bianca’s tongue then dove deep in between the swollen lips, her fingers gently pulling her lover open so she might go deeper in search of all the juices and cream Maggie’s core had to offer.

“Sweet Jesus, B, you’re killing me,”

Bianca worried for only a second, was she hurting her love, but Maggie sensing her lover’s fears shot her a lust filled look and said, “Don’t you dare stop,” to whit Bianca smiled and dove in again, wiggling her tongue in and around her lover’s treasure trove.

“YES!!! Oh YES!!” Maggie screamed, not hitting her plateau yet, but so close.

Bianca knowing her love was on the brink; changed her attack once more, her lips returning to Maggie’s love button, her fingers buried deep within the blonde’s core. First two, then three thrusting in and out as she suckled her clit. Maggie’s hips thrusting as well, fine beads of sweat covering every inch of her body and face the closer she got to her climax. Then with two more thrusts Maggie came with such force bright colored flashes of light appeared before she eyes. Shouting out her lover’s name, before she could do no more then pant and feel her heart race as every cell in her body rejoiced. It was good to back in the saddle again.

Bianca moved up beside Maggie, running her hand over her lover’s racing heart. Kissing her sweet face, as Maggie tried to regain her breathing.

“Are you ok, Maggie?”

“Uh huh,” was all the girl could get out, well that and a small laugh. When she tried to sit up, however, her hand grabbed her scar and small moans of pain escaped her lips.

“Oh God, Maggie, I did hurt you,” Bianca exclaimed, trying to help Maggie sit up.

“No baby, I’m fine, just a little sore. You gave me quite the work out,” Maggie smiled as she massaged her stomach.

“Are you sure you are ok?”

“Yes, B, please don’t fuss. It was worth it, trust me. I just need to rest for a minute,”

“Yes, of course. I think I know the perfect thing to do, while you rest,”

“And that would be?”

“I get those wonderful strawberries from the other room and bring them in here,”

“And the bubbly too?” Maggie asked with pouting eyes.

“Yes, and the bubbly too, you stay here and I will be right back,”

“Actually, I need to use the bathroom, sweetie,”

“Ok, take your time. Everything will be here waiting for you,”

Moments later Bianca and Maggie lay on their bed, feeding each other the luscious chocolate covered strawberries, dipping them into the Champagne. And no matter how much Maggie insisted she was ok, Bianca wouldn’t hear of her returning the favor this night and making love to her. Instead they removed the food and drink. Took a slow relaxing and yes a little but sexy shower together. And then they collapsed in exhaustion from the day and fell asleep with Maggie spooned in her lover’s body and arms, a peaceful, contented sleep.

TBC

Stephanie aka The Diva

Feed me, please!!!!

Here it is the long awaited ending for BAM, At long last Love! I hope it does these characters justice. They have been a thrill to work with. And to the fans of this tale, I hope you enjoy this ending as well for your FB has always made writing each new chapter a joy to undertake, and I thank you. Perhaps we will see them all again, but for now this is where it ends.

Chapter 43 Dreams do come true Rated PG-13

7 years later:  Maggie’s POV (of course)

I don’t know where the time has gone.  It’s been seven amazing years since the Erica nightmare and please don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if I think about those days all the time, it’s just…well today is the 7^th anniversary of the “event.” That’s what the four of us have come to call it, when we do speak of it, which isn’t often.  But as each year has come and gone, the four of us have come to realize our lives changed forever that day.  And in no small way we have Erica Kane to thank for that.  A fact that both Lena and I are certain has her turning in her grave. Though Bianca assured us there is no grave.  But we really don’t care; Lena and I just enjoy the image of La Kane rotating, even if she doesn’t have one.  Especially on the nasty weather days when our old war wounds tend to nag and bother us, leading L and I to curse La Kane once again.

You probably want to know what all has happened in the past seven years. God where to begin?  Well, first of all yours truly has become a full fledged doctor here in Paris. A respected Pediatric Surgeon, now don’t laugh, I’m an adult now, not the crazy horny kid you once knew.  Ok, so I am still horny, especially when near my Bianca, but now it’s more like 20 hours a day, instead of 24/7.  Well a woman has to sleep sometime, right? Actually between our two schedules we are lucky if we get to see each other for more then a few hours a day, but we work very hard to spend as many evenings and weekends together as possible, and several fabulous weeks of vacation a year, when we can.

Bianca, my rock and my life, became an amazing business woman.  She inherited all of “Enchantment” from La Kane.  And with Lena’s expertise and Lee’s business connections, the three of them turned Enchantment into an Empire even La Kane never could have imagined.  The cosmetic business grew and they purchased growth companies who do research in medical cures by studying the human genes and their relationship to illness.  Bianca even opened a private clinic, The Montgomery-Stone Clinic, for families with children who have terminal illnesses.  The facility can care for over a hundred patients and house their families as well, so the children need not be separated from their loved ones during their treatments or recovery from surgery.  This is where Bianca spends the bulk of her time, overseeing the operations and spending time with the children and their families.   She is also the Chairman of the Board, which I like to change to Head Mistress just to torment her, of the parent company that has control over all the business’s she, Lena and Lee have formed over the years.  Lena is the CFO and Lee the COO and these two mega talents make sure this all runs like clock work.  They named the parent company New Horizons, Inc.  And I, of course, work as a surgeon at our clinic, but also with two other hospitals in the city.  Like I said before, we’re all pretty busy.

As for our private lives, you probably guessed, Bianca and I did finally get married and it’s been a little over 6 wonderful years.  Lee and Lena married as well; it was actually a double ceremony, which was very cool.  We did not, however, honeymoon together, after all even we four aren’t that close. Kundera took Rodgers to Switzerland for their honeymoon; and Bianca and I went to the Grand Cayman Islands for two weeks.  Since then there have been a few joint vacations for the four of us, but mostly B and I like to get away from business and everything and just be by ourselves with our twin girls Frankie and Katie, who turned 3 this year.  I know, kids, hard to believe. I still don’t know how Bianca talked me into having a baby when I was in the middle of med school and my Internship. But that woman has mad skills and can pretty much get me to do anything she wants between the use of those skills and her pouty face. But I will never regret having our girls, though I could have done without the 9 months of pregnancy and labor; but they were all a small price to pay for the love these two precious little girls have brought into our lives.

Our little girls stay at the Clinic with B and me all day.  Well not with us per say, but we do see them throughout the day.  They have a wonderful Au Pair, Greta, who is 19 and hopelessly in love with Lena; much to Lee’s dismay, but to Bianca’s and my never ending amusement.  We just can’t help but torment both of them about it whenever we get a chance.  Oh and Greta isn’t the only one with a mad crush on Kundera, it seems our Katie does too.  She gets all silly, giggles and blushes anytime Lena smiles at her or holds her, playing endlessly with Lena’s dimples with her tiny fingers.  It’s all too cute for words. But Bianca and I love it, because if it weren’t for Lena, Bianca and I wouldn’t be together, nor would we have had the chance to have our babies or our amazing lives.  I think you have gathered by now I am Lena’s biggest fan and she is my best bud.  I know, who would have thought that would happen, but almost dying really changes a person’s views on everything.  And I knew better then most what Lena had risked saving mine.  The month we spent in that room together, recovering from our wounds helped us both bury our pasts and build a bond of friendship and trust time would never erase.  Kundera will always be my hero and that of my family.  So if one of my kids has the good taste to have a small crush on her, I say way to go kiddo. Even Lee thinks it’s adorable, and is using the love Lena and little Katie have for each other to try and talk Kundera into letting her have a baby too.  But I know something Lee doesn’t yet. Lena has already decided she wants to have a family as well and has started to look into the donor situation.  It’s a Christmas surprise for Lee. And both Bianca and I can’t wait to be there when Lena tells her.  B and I know they are both going to make world class parents.

Lena is freaking out these days, her 40^th Birthday will happen in a few months, while Bianca is turning 29 in February.  And Lee and I are the soon to be 30 year olds in the New Year.  This being the main reason Lee wants to start a family now.  Just watching Bianca and I chasing after two little ones, the past few years, has shown them how much it takes to be a parent, but like I said before I know they will be great. After all they already make fantastic Aunts. 

As for Grandparents, sadly we haven’t any paternal or maternal GP’s for our kids and Lee’s Parents are non-existent in her life. The only time we have met them was at the wedding, and they only stayed for a day.  But we have a surrogate GM in Anna.  She is still living here in Paris as well and spends as much time with the kiddos as possible.  She married a wonderful retired business man from the states, Stephen Baxter, who might as well be their Grand Father, because he spoils them like little French royalty and they adore him and Anna. So much so, when their Mom and I discipline them, they will often beg to be allowed to go live with Nana and Papa, or their other hero Lena.  But Bianca and I adore the little rug rats and wouldn’t trade them in for anything.

Bianca is the real anchor of our little family and friends.  She is the perfect corporate boss; motivating her staff and management with respect, trust and fairness, oh and excellent pay.  There have been a few bad apples over the years, but Lena and Lee have always been able to flush them out with great speed and efficiency, keeping the organizations running and everyone very happy and fulfilled by their jobs.  Not the kind of thing you see a lot in business. The three of us marvel at Bianca’s patience and talent to inspire loyalty, and her endless capacity for love as a friend, Mother and wife.

Fortunately with me being on the medical end of things, I stay out of Bianca’s, Lena’s and Lee’s way when it comes to all that business stuff.  The only part I hate with my job is the initial interview sessions with the Parents of any new sick child we consider admitting to the center.  It never seems to fail, no matter how many years we have been doing this, people still think Dr. Stone is a man. This is because they have heard a married couple runs the center and they know Bianca is a woman, so they assume I am the husband.  We have actually lost patients because their parents couldn’t handle the fact a married Gay couple runs the facility.  It doesn’t happen often, but enough to still really burn my chops.  Bianca is much more resigned to it all, than I am.  But then she has always been the sensible and adult one in this relationship, thank God. I have learned, however, to keep my views to myself during intense sessions, but that is due to years of therapy and a very patient wife, who spoils me with much love after such occasions. I am truly one lucky woman on so many levels.

Now the upside to my work, besides treating the terrific kids of course, is my office.  Some have been known to call it the “Play Room.” Bianca says it shows the healthy 5 to 12 year old not so hidden child in me.  And I couldn’t agree more.   I want the children to feel safe and unthreatened when they meet me for the first time.  After all they are already pretty scared when they come to meet their surgeon; they don’t need to see some sterile, cold unfeeling office that reeks of rubbing alcohol.  So I have all shapes and sizes of stuffed animals and pinball machines surrounding the office, and the walls are covered in Bugs Bunny cartoon characters with a light blue background. My Favorite stuff animal is the six foot Bugs Bunny that sits in the far left corner of my office. I often have the parents leave for 30 minutes so I can talk to the kiddo alone and get to know them and see how they are handling their illness and the pending surgery. When I do I usually ask the child if they would like to sit on Bugs lap while we talk, and I sit on the floor with them. I have yet to have a child that didn’t choose to sit on that lap…well wouldn’t you if you were them? I know I would. They often take the rabbit’s arms and wrap them around them as we talk. Oh and by the way, Bugs was a gift from my three amigos of course. A good luck gift when we opened the clinic.

But enough about work and such, Greta and my kids will be here soon.  I just wanted a few quiet moments to myself before the two little hurricanes arrived.  Well actually one hurricane, Miss Frankie, and her adoring shadow Katie. I love them more then life, but I am the first to admit they are exhausting.  Frankie is just like her namesake and Katie is actually the sweet and quiet one; but Frankie torments and taunts her into doing all kinds of things Katie never would do on her own, but she adores her older twin and would blindly follow her off a cliff.  Something I truly pray never happens as they grow older.

It didn’t surprise me when Frankie came out of me first.  You might ask how I knew the first one was Frankie; well let me tell you that kid came out with an attitude to beat the band.  I know people say newborns can’t really see, and hell I am a doctor and I know these things, but Francis Lee Montgomery Stone exited my womb scowling, yes you heard me folks scowling and glaring at me like I had spent the last nine months misinforming her as to the real situation here in the real world.  I swear this kid thought she would be walking, talking and driving from day one.  She was just plain pissed.  To this day she still gives me the evil eye when she suspects I am in some way holding her back from being the 25 year old she believes she is.  Bianca thinks it’s cute, but she’s not the one on the receiving end of that look.  Besides Frankie learned very quickly to suck up to Bianca with the Stone charm and pretty much gets anything she wants from Mommy 2, well some of the time.  But I have to give the kid her due, she learned from the master….Me.  

Now as for our Katie, Miss Kathryn Lena Montgomery-Stone, our little princess, she might be the spitting image of me as well, but she is Bianca’s little girl all the way. She has Bianca’s smile, her sweet, loving and patient personality and a heart of pure gold.  She’s also the mini healer in the family, so I guess she takes after me that way. When Frankie injures herself, which is only 3-4 times a day, it is her loving sister Katie who patches her up and kisses her booboo’s. Though tough little Frankie would never admit she ever cries or has girly things like booboo’s.  She has war wounds and injuries….please don’t even ask.  I did mention she is just like her namesake, right?   But these two are the best kiddos in the world. 

While Frankie might be a challenge, she has a big heart too and when she loves she loves hard.  But God help you if you disappoint or betray that love, she will never give it back.  We all learned this when she had a little best friend who played with her in the daycare at the clinic. She was the daughter of my surgical nurse Martha, and her name was Amy.  The little darling chose a little boy, by the name of Kevin, to play with her instead of Frankie for a week and when Kevin got bored with his little friend and dropped her for another, Amy returned to Frankie to play with her. But our Frankie crossed her arms over her little chest, spit on Amy’s shoe, turned and stormed off.  Never to speak to little Amy ever again, though the poor child tried several times to speak with my precious, but to no avail.  Hey they don’t call us Stones for nothing folks.  No one breaks through the “Stone wall.” No one…well except Bianca Montgomery. But you already knew that.

Another major news event from the Montgomery-Stone clan, Bianca is pregnant.  That’s right folks; we are expecting another little rug rat in approximately seven months from now.  Can we say pregnant woman in the summer heat. I get chills just thinking about it. Hell, I’m already saving up large quantities of Prozac for me and my friends for those happy days.  But seriously Bianca and I couldn’t be happier.  We haven’t told anyone yet, not even the kiddos.  We want to wait till the end of the third month just to be safe.  And as for it being a boy or girl we really don’t care, we just want this child to be healthy.  And if that doesn’t happen, he or she will have the best medical care and a loving family to see them through any and all trials no matter what.  Because the Montgomery-Stone clan takes care of their own and the people they love.

And speaking of my clan, I hear the not so quiet tiny running feet of our twin 3 year olds heading this way.

“Maggie sweetie, the children are wired, are you ready to head home?  We need to get them home, bathed and ready for dinner with Lee and Lena,” Bianca said, holding my office door open for the impending entrance of our twins.

“Bathed before dinner, but wh…” My question went unanswered once I saw both Francis and Kathryn smiling at me and each holding one of Greta’s hands.  Let’s just say, my children weren’t the only ones needing a bath when they got home.  Greta and the little hellions were covered from head to toe in a rainbow of colored paints.  Each one standing tall and grinning from ear to ear, like an advertisement for a Tide commercial.

“Well, well, no need to ask you three what we did this afternoon, is there?” I said, kneeling before our very gifted children.  Inspecting the damage as Frankie tried to go to hug me.

“Francis, what did I tell you before we saw Mommy?”

“Don’t get her dirty, Mama?” Frankie pouted, her smile gone and her head hanging down as her little foot pushed against the floor.

“That’s right sweetie,” Bianca said, winking at me.

“But we had the bestest time, Mama and I missed you and Mommy sooooooo much. I just wanted my hug,” the little blonde said with her arms and hands making big exaggerated motions as she spoke.

“Me too,” little Kate echoed softly, matching her sister’s pout and stance.

“Oh what the hell,” I said, opening my arms and letting both of them charge at me and hug me with every once of strength their little bodies had.  What did it matter, I had plenty of these white doctor coats, and the paint was water based anyway…I hoped.

“Don’t worry, Doctor Stone, it will wash out, I promise,” Greta chimed in.  I just smiled at the young woman and let my girls shower me with their love and their many lovely colored paints.

Bianca on the other hand said her corporate attire would not withstand the attack and begged our little darlings to wait till we got home for her hugs.  They nodded and smiled, seemingly content to turn their Mommy into part of their art project, while saving Mama from that fate till later.  I didn’t care, balancing one daughter on each hip was something I never tired of and dreaded the day when they would be too big for me to do it any longer.

Hugs done, the five of us headed home to prepare for our Dinner at home with Lee and Lena, who were to arrive around 6:00pm.

(A little side note, you will find the way Frankie speaks is a little advanced for her years, while Kate doesn’t speak with the same adult tenor Frankie does. Frankie, as Maggie mentioned above, acts like she is a 25 year old trapped in a child’s body, and was walking and talking much earlier then Kate. And has picked up Maggie’s lingo over the years, much to both Bianca’s and Maggie’s chagrin.)

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“Mommy, why are you giving us ouwa bath instead of Gweta?” Katie asked.

“Two reason’s sweetie, one I wanted to and two we gave Greta the night off. She has a date tonight.”

“Wow, so she finally bagged Lena, huh?” Frankie said, raising her little fist in the air and pulling it down quickly in the sign of success her Mother Maggie uses all too often.

“Fwankie bad,” Katie muttered unhappily, pushing her sister away from her.

“That’s right Katie, Frankie bad,” Maggie scowled, though secretly smiling inside.

Frankie crossed her arms over her little chest and pouted.  “phewy,” she muttered and turned her back to both her little twin and her Mother.

“Don’t pout, Frankie, and for your information Greta didn’t “bag” Lena.  She has a date with Nancy’s daughter, Sara,”

Frankie whipped her head and body around and grabbed the edge of the tub so fast water went pouring out over the side of the tub. 

“HOT SARA!!” Frankie shouted,  “Oh my GOD, Greta’s not comin’ home tonight,” the little blonde said in her best sing song voice and a huge evil grin on her face.

Maggie still kneeling beside the tub drenched in water now; covered her face with both hands and shook her head.

“Just what is going on in here?” Bianca asked.  Her back leaning against the door frame as she looked questioningly at both her mate and their children.

“Mama did you hear?  Greta bagged Sara and they have a hot date tonight.  Someone’s gona get some lovin’ tonight,” Frankie sang, as she stood up and danced in the tub.

“Mary Margaret Stone!” Bianca barked. “This is your fault,”

Maggie knew it was true, Frankie was like a parrot, she picked up everything she ever heard her Mommy say, even when Maggie didn’t know she was within earshot of her parents. Which was most of the time, since the little sneak would spy on her Mothers incessantly like it was her favorite sport, which it was.  Maggie also knew there was no sense in trying to talk her way out of this mess.  It was best just to agree with her wife and hope that something happened to change the subject.  And as the good Lord would have it, something or someone did.

“So this is where you all are.  We have been knocking and calling out for all of you forever,” Lee said, while slipping her arm under Lena’s and snuggling up to her wife.

“Hello Katie,” Lena said, with her trademark dimpled grin.  The little shy blonde giggled and played with her wet toes, blushing all the time, “Hi Aunty Lena,” she answered back.

“Don’t I get a hello too, princess?” Lee asked with a smile.

“Uh huh, Hi Aunty Lee,” Katie laughed and covered her mouth as she did.

“Hey Aunty Lena, Did you hear…” Frankie’s mouth was stilled by Maggie’s hands, as she picked her willful daughter up with one hand and kept the other over her troublesome lips.  Frankie wasn’t amused, kicking and struggling every inch of the way, as Maggie and now Bianca tried to keep her quiet and dry her wet little frame off.

“Did we hear what?” Lena sarcastically asked, knowing full well she shouldn’t.

“Nothing,” Bianca struggled to answer, as she held Frankie down on the soft bathroom rug.

“Frankie stop it, or you will go to bed without your dinner, do you hear me?’ Maggie finally threatened, having enough of this nonsense.

Frankie stopped cold giving Maggie her death stare, but Maggie didn’t care. She shrugged her shoulders and turned to help Katie out of the tub.

“Thank you, Frankie,” Bianca said, pulling her daughter to her chest and finished drying her. 

“I wuv you Mama,” Frankie purred in her best little girl voice, snuggling against Bianca’s neck. 

“I love you too baby girl.  Now let’s get you and your sister dressed so we can have a quiet dinner with your favorite Aunts,”

“OK Mamma,” the little fraud said sweetly, while sticking her tongue out at Katie as her Mama carried her to their room to get her dressed in her favorite Wonder Woman jammies and Wonder Woman Underoos.

Maggie carried Katie wrapped in a huge fluffy towel and saw the tongue action as Katie then sighed and said, “bad Fwankie,” and laid her tiny head on her Mother’s shoulder and sucked her thumb.

“Don’t worry baby, Frankie will be all smiles again as soon as we sit and have dinner. You’ll see,” Katie just nodded her little head and continued to suck her favorite thumb.

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The dinner had gone well thus far, no fights, no food thrown or dropped and everyone, including the twins, was having a good time.

“I should like to make a toast on this special evening, to the four Warrior Princesses whose love, trust, valor and friendship shall never waver. To US!!” Lena said, standing proudly with her lover and two friends she called sister. They all clinked their glasses and shouted “to Us” in agreement with her toast.

“That was perfect, Lena, thank you,” Bianca said with pride.

“Yes L, you are definitely the wordsmith of this motley crew, well done.” Maggie concurred.

“That’s my lady, all class, right sweetheart,”

Lena answered Lee by leaning down and planting a long kiss on her lover’s willing lips.

“OK you two, small eyes in the room, ladies,” Maggie smirked, nodding her head towards the twins, who were a little puzzled by this part of the evening’s events.

“What’s so special about tonight, Auntie Lena?” Frankie finally asked and her twin agreed with a nod of her head.

“Well little ones this was the night, many years ago before you were both born, when the four of us knew we would be friends for life. And for that we celebrate this day,”

“But Auntie Lena weren’t you and my Mama girlfriends once?” Frankie asked with a confused look on her little face.

“Yes baby girl, but that was only for a short time. Because deep down I knew your Mother Maggie was your Mama’s one and only love, just like Auntie Lee is mine,”

“So you don’t love Mama any more?”

“I love both of your Mother’s, Frankie, and so does Auntie Lee. We love them just like Katie and you love each other. We are like sisters, bonded for life out of love and respect,”

“Wespec?” Tiny Katie asked?

“Respect Katie, that is…how can I explain this? “You know how your Mothers tell you what you can and cannot do?” The shy little blonde shook her head yes to Lena, “and how good it makes you feel when your Mothers praise Frankie or you for doing something really well?” “Uh huh,” Katie answered.

“Well sweetie that is respect. You do what they tell you to do out of love and respect for your Mothers.”

“Nah, she just does that because she is a suck up,” Frankie said, poking her little sister in the ribs and smiling at her.

“Frankie!” both Maggie and Bianca scowled, reprimanding their problem child.

“Ok,” Frankie answered deciding to let this one go.

Lena and Lee quietly laughed at the eternal trouble maker. Frankie never failed to entertain and surprise the adults with her outbursts.

“Well, I think it is time for two twins I know to go to bed,” Maggie said, rising from her chair and heading towards the girls.

“Ah Mommy, we want to stay up too and play with Aunty Lee and Lena,” Frankie moaned, looking to Katie for backup. Her little sis nodding her tired head in agreement, but her half opened eyes belied the fact it was indeed time for little girls to go to bed.

“Sorry kiddo, it’s way past your bedtimes, so kiss Lee and Lena goodnight and your Mama and I will put you too bed,”

“If we have to go, we want the Aunts to tuck is in, Mommy,” Frankie begged, already starting to fade as well in her chair.

“We can do that,” Lee said, always excited to have the chance to put these two to bed. So Lee picked up a tired and only slightly grumpy Frankie, while Lena scooped up her little niece Katie. Both of the tiny blondes snuggled in the arms of the loving Aunts and begged for a story to be told before they went to sleep.

While the Aunts took their precious nieces to bed, tucked them in and Lena told them another one of her tall tales her Father once told her. Bianca and Maggie cleared the dishes and sat for a few moments with Maggie nestled in her wife’s lap and arms, each nursing a nice warm brandy.

“All asleep?” Maggie asked, as Lee and Lena returned from the children’s room.

“Yes, down for the count and sleeping like angels,” Lee said.

“Well one angel and one adorable little imp,” Bianca answered with a smirk to which they all agreed with and smiled.

Maggie offered to get up and get the other two a brandy as well, but Lena said she could handle it. The two couples then sat together on the huge leather couch; Maggie on Bianca’s lap and Lee on Lena’s, sipping their brandies, enjoying the roaring fire before them and rejoicing in the love within the arms and hearts. Life was good and was going to get a lot better and busier too. But these four knew there was nothing they couldn’t handle, as long as they had their mates and each other.

The End

Stephanie aka The Diva

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