The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

It took five days for us to get ourselves tired and I finally slumped and fell asleep in what seemed like the sea of sweaty tired men; I was more or less draped all over them. Some part of my body was on them as they each wanted their piece of me. Weird. But as my hungry cunt had been stuffed full, my libido sated and my mind blown apart with what seemed like millions of orgasms, it was good to pass out. I was truly happy.

I woke up alone, in a different room, and for a minute I was disappointed or scared. Was it too much, had it been too much, what had happened? I rose to sit and then took a deep breath, quelling my panic. They had probably moved me into a clean room after all we had sanctified that room floor to ceiling and wall to wall and that bed had more bodily fluids than it should have.

I tiredly walked into the shower. I was not yet hungry. After all, I have been stuffed from all of my holes for five days so I was well fed, but maybe breakfast would do good. Their cream of love would sustain me only so long. 

After a long hot shower, I felt much more refreshed and clear-headed as I dressed myself. My bump had grown again, but I had loose t-shirts and maternity jeans; it was time to start working on my nursery. I had so many ideas, including a few new ones inspired by a friend.

She called me while I was on vacation, and we talked for a long time. She also had a baby, but hers was blind, and she shared a lot about the challenges and what she had learned from her baby. There were a few things I was interested in, and once I got pregnant, I ordered some new items for my nursery.

With my hair in a high ponytail, a loose faded band t-shirt, pink maternity jeans, and fuzzy slippers, my outfit felt like me. I walked to the kitchen where numbers 8 and 7 were cooking.

They glanced at me, smirking, and number 8 said, "2, 3, and 4 went to assist with nurseries and stuff. I guess you had a good time!"

I nodded and replied, "Yeah, five freaking days did wonders for me. I'm putting together my nursery today. It takes time, but at least I can start."

A voice from the door surprised me as I headed toward the drinks. "I'll help you, my unicorn. We'll set up your nursery. After all, your condition needs assistance."

Wulfe pointedly glanced at my baby bump and smiled.

I nodded and grinned, saying, "Yeah, there's some work to do, but sure, you can help me."

I ate everything the Salvatores put in front of me, even though I was stuffed. But like I said, love cream absorbs quickly—just like babies eat it—so everything was fine.

Wulfe said in my mind, "You have something new in mind for the nursery, you naughty minx. Up to your little tricks again?"

I replied, "Yeah, I do have new ideas for my nursery. I got inspiration for a few things from a phone call with Pamela. She called me during the holidays and shared her experiences. With a blind child, she had to do everything differently, and when I noticed my blessed state, I adapted a few things and made them my own."

Wulfe grunted and said, "Can't wait for you to show me! I'm all in for everything new and fun. Knowing you, it'll be something utterly spectacular."

I just smiled. Well, it was new, fun, and whimsical, but it was also highly practical, too.

After having food, I walked to the hamster storage and picked up several boxes. Wulfe insisted on carrying them, but they were not that heavy, just big. As we walked to my nursery, Magnum walked in, too.

He inquired, "Wulfe told me there would be novelties here. I'm ready to see them."

I closed the door so no one could spy on us.

First, I opened a box of sticker wallpapers, and Wulfe took a roll, saying, "This is nice but too short. Did you measure it wrong?"

I shook my head and opened the second box, revealing rolls of special wallpaper.

I explained to Wulfe and Magnum, "Pamela told me about all the things she got for her baby to learn to touch things. She has special mats with different textures and this special wallpaper. Remember how we designed the cub's room? We looked at things from their perspective, lying on our backs and looking around. Since babies have poor eyesight but are active when a few months old. So, I ordered this special tactile wallpaper that will line the walls at baby height. It will provide an extra activity for them to explore."

Magnum praised, "That's genius! We just need to ensure it's safe for babies and won't come loose."

Wulfe smiled, indicating his magic fingers that would secure the wallpaper.

I pondered, "Now the question is, should we cover all the walls or just a few? What height should we place it at? It's a bit short, only three feet, but we can make adjustments.

Magnum suggested, "Let's go for maximum height. We can trim it a bit on the ends, but let's have the tactile wallpaper throughout for the crawling babies."

I nodded and said, "I have more, still. Now, since this is a nursery, it should be a fun place and not just something from a decoration magazine. Pamela also mentioned that she got special protective covers for all the sharp angles and corners. So, I decided to get soft moldings that are colorful and act as bumpers in case the baby falls against the wall."

I pulled out one of the cheerful and soft squishy moldings from a long packet. We continued with our project – Wulfe and Magnum started putting up sticker wallpapers while I began working on my tactile ones. It was a fun process. I mostly sat on the floor or on my knees to stick on the wallpaper. Wulfe would cast a spell at the end to ensure they were held in place.

The base color was light green with tufts of fur-like material, little ropes with knots, and some rough surfaces for the babies to touch. Some parts were very slick. The wallpapers featured pictures of butterflies, deer, bunnies, sun, and trees. The trees even had separate leaves, the bunnies had soft fur, and the deer's pelt was textured.

It was truly wonderful and had been done with a group effort. I had initially told them about tactile mats for blind babies, so this project took inspiration from that. Everything was secure, and nothing would come loose. Additionally, there were pieces of ropes and other items for the babies to pull themselves up as they learned to stand. I wasn't eagerly waiting for that stage, as there would be so much more to do with them then. 

The wallpaper in the room had a Disney theme and was very colorful. This time, instead of pastel colors, I opted for bright, pure colors, which was a new change for me. I usually preferred softly colored nurseries, so using this vibrant palette was a fun change.

I was using a tool to place the wallpaper neatly when I noticed a small air bubble. A string of colorful expletives erupted from my lips. Although it wasn't a big deal, I was somewhat of a perfectionist and decided to fix it by making a hole with a small knife to remove the bubble.

Magnum chuckled at my reaction and asked in a calm voice, "How difficult was it for you to learn to control your rage? Did it take long?"

I grunted in frustration and replied, "It took years. Once Damon challenged me to a fight when I couldn't control my anger. He ended up in the medbay, and I was sedated for three days. After that incident, Damon and Adam came up with a game to train me to shoot while sedated. It was a tough lesson, but I learned from it."

Wulfe smiled and spoke softly, "What did he learn?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "He realized he couldn't provoke my rage. He respected me more and found ways to control me. He created a new exercise regimen for me in a dark gym, shooting tranq darts while I was doped up. It was challenging, but it made me better."

Magnum laughed, "No wonder you were such a dynamo when I met you. You had a lot of experience, but you were sloppy."

I nodded and admitted, "I was, and still am. When you learn you're immortal and unkillable, you lose your fear. I was reckless and felt invincible for a long time. It made me feel like a monster, detached from my humanity. However, my encounter with fleas changed me. Seeing myself through others' eyes was a strange experience."

Wulfe expressed, his age apparent in his voice, "You are a monster, but so am I. Damon, even Mariella, given the chance. Half, well over half, of humanity, are monsters, and it's just something normal. Being a monster, well, maybe the word 'monster' isn't entirely correct here, but I'll use it anyway. It's not a bad thing; we monsters do things that those who are too weak or too soft cannot. It's just our job, in a way."

I grunted, admitting something I had never told anyone. "Sometimes, well, before you truly entered my life, I had these times when I felt hollow. It was usually after a long stint at work when I had given my all, only to see it amounted to nothing. Despite all my hard work, everything remained the same. It felt like there was no hope, or as if I was fighting a war, I had no business fighting in the first place. So yeah, I've had my low times too. Being me, of course, I hid them, even from Jake and Rob, let alone Damon. I might act just fine if he had time for me, and we would be fine, but I concealed my emptiness. I had no idea if he knew and didn't care, or if I was just a good actress."

Wulfe nodded, reassuring me, "Never again, my unicorn, you shall never feel that way again. I've experienced it. I have tagged it in your mind and I will erase it. I've tackled that feeling, and it will pass. I don't give in; I protect you and keep you happy, and I don't need permission for that."

I rolled my eyes and responded, "Fine, whatever. It's just one more feeling; I have plenty of those."

Magnum chimed in, "We all have bad times and memories, but Wulfe is right. We will keep you happy. It's a new time, and you know what? Maybe the universe gave you your memory and cursed you to remember everything just so you could have us - me, Wulfe, Damon. The universe made you the way you are on purpose, so we have our work cut out for us. If you weren't this neurotic mess, Wulfe would be jobless, and Damon too. By helping you, we will get stronger, we will grow too. It's a balance, after all. The universe doesn't do anything boring."

I sat quietly, pondering, as I continued to run my hand over the tactile wallpaper. Maybe Magnum was right, but then again, was it really my responsibility to figure it out? Perhaps things were meant to be as they were, with a higher purpose behind it all. Maybe all this contemplation was as futile as trying to carry light into a dark room.

Wulfe, in his usual manner, muttered, "Well, that's an interesting anecdote. I'd love to hear more about how you came up with it."

I shared an old Finnish tale about fools, stupid people who built a house without windows, attempting to bring light in with burlap sacks until they realized they needed to cut a window. The house collapsed as they cut too many. These were simple stories, ones I had learned in school.

I thought about acquiring different language books for the magical house, though I wasn't sure if they were available yet. It would be beneficial for the next generation to learn various languages, but I wondered if the magic house would view it as a worthwhile project, considering the time it took to educate them initially.

Despite my doubts, I felt compelled to provide as much as I could for them. Perhaps I was subconsciously preparing to raise my children alone one day, or maybe it was just a passing thought. Regardless, I made a mental note to order Finnish storybooks when I had the time, intending to speak Finnish to them.

After all, I would be their mother, at least for a few months, if not longer. Wulfe and Magnum were unaware of these thoughts. Wulfe was my soulmate in ways my husbands, Damon, and others, could never be. Magnum, my oldest friend, acted as my coach and support for over a century. I consider myself truly fortunate to have both of them in my life and in my pack.

As I finally rose from the floor, I gazed around the nursery. It wasn't complete yet, but I could envision it taking shape. Placing my hand on my bump, I felt the babies moving inside me, and I sent them my love, feeling their affection in return. Yes, life was good.