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Child Brides of India
By. C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 79: Monaavi Takes Center Stage (MFfg, rom, cons,
preg, no sex)
Over the rest of the week, Monaavi and I made tender and
passionate love. We had anal sex only twice more because
she seemed much smaller back there, she'd get a little sore
and needed time to recover. Everyone noticed that she
seemed to glow, and although still shy and quiet and quick
to blush, she now carried herself with an air of reserved
confidence.
The Monday after our wedding, we started the rotation
that
we would now follow: Priya on Mondays and Thursdays, Leeya
on Tuesdays and Saturdays and Monaavi on Wednesdays and
Sundays.
That Friday was our first family night together. As we
sat
on the bed naked talking Monaavi now wanted to know more
about our family's intimate life and started asking
questions. Priya and Leeya looked at each other, looked at
me, back to each other and giggled.
"What's so funny?" Monaavi asked.
Leeya replied, "You're gonna find out soon enough,
but
sometimes me and Priya make love."
"Oh!" Monaavi gasped, "You mean you… and
she… ?"
Leeya nodded silently with a smile. Monaavi looked at
Priya
and she too nodded silently smiling.
"Uh… how?" Monaavi inquired.
"We pleasure each other by touching," Priya
began, "And we
also rub ourselves against each other, or do it orally."
Monaavi sat silent, pondering this new revelation until
Leeya asked, "Well?"
"I'm not sure," Monaavi answered honestly,
"And you both
enjoy it? I mean you give each other gasms?"
"Uh huh." Leeya replied.
"Well!" Monaavi answered, "I never
expected THAT. Let me
ask all of you a question. Am I supposed to participate too?"
"Only if you want to," Priya answered,
"We don't want you
to do anything you don't want to do, do we Leeya?"
"Never." Leeya affirmed.
Looking at me, Monaavi asked, "And you Sean, do you
approve?"
"Yes," I replied, "But they only do it
occasionally.
Sometimes we kinda have a small group sex thing where we
all make love to each other together."
"Oh!" Monaavi gasped, "All this is a
little surprising to
me. But now that I think about it, I guess it only seems
natural that you'd be sharing intimacy together, it just
never occurred to me before. Can I tell everyone how I feel?"
"Please do." I said.
"Yes," Priya said.
"We want to know your feelings sister," Leeya
put in.
"Wellll…" Monaavi drew out.
With a sigh Monaavi began, "I feel very deeply
about
expressing myself intimately, and although I might be
agreeable to kissing my sisters on the lips and letting
them touch my breasts, my secret parts are for my husband
only. I just couldn't let anyone else touch me there: with
their hands, body or their mouth. I'm sorry, but that's how
I feel. I wouldn't interfere with whatever you and Leeya do
Priya, but I just couldn't join in. I don't think that I
could make love to another woman, with either my hands or
my mouth. Making love to Sean while the two of you make
love beside us might be awkward for me at first, but I
wouldn't be compromising my beliefs by having my sister
wives present. After all, we do share the same husband and
will each bear his children. I doubt that I'll change my
mind, but if I do I'll tell you. Just please don't put me
in a situation where you want me to do something I don't
really want to do, OK?"
"We'd never do that," Priya assured,
"Would we Leeya?"
"Monaavi," Leeya answered, "You know how
much I love you
and I'd never do anything to hurt you."
"Are there any other surprises?" Monaavi
asked.
We looked down and Priya said, "Well, there IS one
other thing…"
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Monaavi replied.
With a sigh, Priya aid quietly, "We play pee games
too."
"WHAT?" Monaavi asked astonished, "Did I
hear you right,
you play… pee games?"
Leeya and Priya silently nodded. Monaavi looked at me
shocked and turning back to Priya asked, "What kind of pee games?"
"Sometimes," Priya answered, "Sean
masturbates us while we
pee to orgasm. Sometimes we pee on him and him on us.
Sometimes he pees inside of us and once in a while…"
"Once in while what?" Monaavi asked, wanting
her to continue.
"Once in a while we drink each other."
"GASP!" Monaavi exclaimed with her hands over
her mouth in
disbelief, "Oh…my…God!"
Monaavi got a really painful, sad look on her face and
shaking her head said, "This cannot be. This must stop!
It's a sin against God!"
All three of us felt ashamed and I admitted, "It's
all my
fault. It started as harmless games and escalated from
there. I should have stopped it but we enjoyed it, and no
one was hurt by it, but that's still no excuse…"
"Sisters!" Monaavi interrupted, "We are
women! We are the
givers of life. We have the ability to bring forth a life
from our wombs, we're not toilets! This is a sin in the
sight of God and He will punish us for this thing! It must stop now!"
"But…but…" Priya stuttered.
"But what Priya?" Monaavi cut her off,
"You are my marital
mother, my teacher in the way to be a good Muslim wife and
I will always honor and respect your position over me, as
well as you Leeya, but I have a higher duty to obey God.
Our bodies are temples of life, given the privilege to
bring forth a pure child. How can we soil ourselves and
bring forth good fruit? I vowed before God and my devout
father who brought me up in the ways of the Koran, to be a
diligent and devout wife. I have a responsibility to help
make my family and home a sweet smelling sacrifice to our
God! That He may be pleased with our sacrifice and bless
us. We need His blessings! We need His blessing on Tina to
make her whole again. We need His blessing to open Attiya's
mind to the world and we need His blessing to bring forth
beautiful healthy children to worship Him."
"But I NEED IT!" Priya pleaded sobbingly.
"NO-YOU-DON'T!" Monaavi scathingly shot back
with
conviction, "I can understand that married couples have
curiosities and play intimate games. I can understand
watching someone pee, but to accept it into or onto our
bodies is a shame! This is not right! You have a demon
Priya, just like Sean did, and you, like he, must deal with
it or it will consume you."
Hugging Priya to her breast, Monaavi stroked her tear-
streaked cheek and softly said, "We can play, but becoming
a toilet is a sin. Please promise me you won't take unto
yourself anything impure again, PLEEEEZE?"
Priya fell to the bed with her face in the sheets and
cried, "I'm so sorry Monaavi. I beg you, please don't hate me!"
"Do you hate me, too?" Leeya whimpered.
"No sisters," Monaavi reassuringly soothed,
"I could never
hate any of you. I love you all with all my heart and we
are bound by vows of life to each other. Priya, if I sinned
against God, you would be remiss in your duties if you
didn't correct me. You DO understand what I mean, don't
you? (Priya nods against her chest) We are not a living,
breathing bathroom, to be bathed in and drink that which is
discarded from the body, nor are we a receptacle for
depositing another's waste. I told Sean last week that if
he ever used me as a receptacle for his lust, devoid of
love, I'd divorce him. My body belongs to God first, then
to Sean, but in giving myself completely to him, God
demands of him that he treasure me, using me for his
pleasure lovingly while he pleases me in return, and to
bear the fruit of his loins."
Lifting Priya from her embrace, Monaavi said to her and
Leeya, "Let's make a promise as a family to never do these
things again. If you need help Priya, I will pray fervently
with you until my knees bleed to help you overcome this demon."
"I'll need your help, Sister," Priya answered,
"But I promise.'
"We'll overcome this together, with Allah's
help," Monaavi
assured her.
"Leeya?" Monaavi asked.
"I promise Monaavi," Leeya replied.
"Sean?" Monaavi said, turning to me, "Do
I have your word
not to soil my sisters EVER again?"
"You have my promise," I vowed ashamedly.
Leeya placed her head in Monaavi's lap and cried,
"Monaavi,
I love you so much. I know that you're under me in status,
but sometimes I feel like you're a mother to me. When I
feel like that, will you hold me like a mother?"
Monaavi started crying, kissed her cheek and said,
"You
have been my true and trusted friend. You've been my
teacher, and if I can bring as much comfort to you as you
have to me by being a mother to you, I embrace it with
honor and love."
Stoking Leeya's hair, Monaavi said imploringly, "We
are
sisters and our children will carry the same blood. We are
married to each other as we are to our husband and I would
gladly die for all of you. Let us nurture each other in
love, not defile each other in lust. Let's never talk of
this again. We have so much love to give each other, let's
dwell on that love and not on division or past sins. To
forgive and repent means to forget, so let this matter be
forgotten forever: FOREVER!"
"You mean," Priya asked, "That you won't
look down upon us
or treat us with disdain?"
"It is forgotten Priya," Monaavi answered,
"Your guilt
makes you feel that I will remember this, but we turn a new
page in our family book. What's past is in the past. I have
done my duty as a defender of the faith and we will speak
no more of this. There will be times when I will be weak
and you will be in the same position of having to chastise
me. We're human, we're weak and have frailties, and we
should listen to Mom when she said, "Let us open the door
and step into the light and receive His holy blessings upon
us." Looking back with guilt is Satan's tool to bind us."
Priya looked at Monaavi pleadingly and asked, "May
I kiss
you, sister?"
Monaavi blushed and silently nodded. Monaavi was sitting
on
her legs, with her heels under her butt and her hands on
her thighs. Priya tentatively leaned in, put her hands on
Monaavi's shoulders and gave Monaavi a peck on the lips,
pulled back about an inch then pressed her lips to
Monaavi's in a passionate kiss. Priya's hand slowly slid
down Monaavi's shoulder to cup her left breast and Monaavi
responded by cupping Priya's left breast. They kissed for
several minutes and Priya pulled away. Monaavi shyly
brushed her lips with her fingertips and blushed, as did Priya.
Monaavi smiled and said softly, "That was
different! I wish
I could give you what your kiss asked for, but it's not in
me to give. You're so beautiful Priya, like an ebony
princess. I love you sister, but I can't love you that way."
Priya blushed and replied, "I love you too Monaavi.
You're
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! You're as soft as
Tina and your beasts are amazing! I wish mine were as
perfect as yours."
Cupping her breasts and looking down at them, she
replied,
"They're far from perfect. They're too small and my nipples
are too long, they look funny."
"They don't look funny at all," I assured her,
"There's
absolutely nothing wrong with your breasts. Like Priya
said, they're perfect."
"I just wish I HAD breasts period!" Leeya
chimed in.
Brushing her flat chest, Leeya's tiny pimpled nipples
popped out and she added as she looked down, "Big breasts,
small breasts, huge nipples, long nipples, puffy nipples,
tiny nipples: I don't care, I just want breasts! But that's
OK, Sean still loves me with no boobies (giggles), don't
cha?"
Everyone broke out in laughter. Leeya rubbed Monaavi's
shoulder and asked, "Can I have a kiss too?"
Monaavi touched her cheek, leaned down and parted her
lips
and pressed in. Leeya put her arms around Monaavi's neck
and kissed back passionately. Leeya reached down and cupped
Monaavi's breast and then lightly squeezed her nipple.
Monaavi pulled back a moment then brushed her fingertips
across Leeya tiny pimple.
"Gosh you sure kiss good!" Leeya sighed.
Monaavi blushed and replied, "Thank you and you've
got the
softest lips in the world. They were very hot also, no
wonder Sean gets excited over you."
Now it was Leeya's turn to blush.
After some more conversation, we decided to get some
sleep.
Looking at the foursome, Monaavi suggested, "Priya, why
don't you cuddle with Sean and I'll cuddle with Leeya. Sound good?"
Leeya threw her arms around Monaavi's neck and squealed
with delight. We settled into spoons, with Priya snuggled
against me and Leeya cuddled against Monaavi, and we
drifted off to sleep as a family.
Tina was making progress rapidly. She was becoming
proficient with her spoon (i.e. putting more in her mouth
than on her shirt), now drank from a regular cup and walked
without difficulty. She understood just about everything
you said to her in English or Tamil and she was speaking
more and more although she seemed to know more words in
Tamil than in English; she spoke to Priya, Monaavi and
Leeya mostly in Tamil, but to Mom and I in English. Monaavi
also began to teach Tina Hindi.
A few days before Leeya's birthday, I told my wives that
I
was going to break Tina of the diaper. Tina usually slept
with one of the girls whose night had just passed. Priya
said to me, "OK, but if she has an accident, then you're
gonna clean the mess, got it?"
"My baby will make me proud." I expounded
confidently.
"Wait and see."
Dressing her for bed, I pulled out a new pack of panties
and said to her, "Look baby, look what Daddy's got: big girl
panties!"
Tina jumped up and down clapping her hands. I asked her
"Do
you want to wear your new panties to bed? (She quickly nods
yes). Well you know that if you wear big girls panties, you
can't go potty in your panties, don't you?"
Tina nodded and said, "no pee pee, no poo
poo."
"Right!" I affirmed, "Now that you're my
big girl, you
don't need those yucky diaper thingies anymore do you?"
Shaking her head no with her finger in her mouth she
replied, "Uhht uuuh."
Well, my baby wet the bed that first night, but she's
been
dry for three days and two nights now!
Leeya loved to play video games and I didn't really like
the idea of her playing them on my computer because of all
the company files I had on it. So, for her birthday, we got
her a Playstation and several games. She was ecstatic and
we had to pry her and Attiya away from the darn thing to
have cake and ice cream.
Earlier, the morning of Leeya's birthday, Mom got an
express mail package during breakfast. Everyone wanted to
know what it was and after opening the box, withdrew a
smaller box. Holding it up, she explained, "Pregnancy test
kits. I ordered six of them to see if our little school
marm is expecting!"
Everyone chuckled as Monaavi and I blushed. I quipped to
Monaavi, "They're not putting any pressure on us, do you think?'
Rubbing her belly, Monaavi said shyly, "I somehow
think I'm
already with child, but verification certainly won't hurt. Let's try
one."
Mom replied, "They work best when you use it first
thing in
the morning when you get up and pee."
The next morning, I asked Monaavi if she'd used the kit
yet
and she said that she'd forgotten to get one from Mom last
night. She did say she felt kinda queasy as we headed
downstairs to eat. As we began to eat, Monaavi took a bite
of pancake, slapped her hand to her mouth and bolted for
the bathroom.
Mom smiled, rose and said, "Looks like our little
teacher's
got a bad case of morning sickness. Congratulations
"DADDY," I'll go tend to her."
As Mom rounded the table on her way to the bathroom, she
kissed me and said, "I'm so happy for you Son!"
Priya looked at me silently with tears in her eyes and a
soft smile. She whispered, "Allah has answered my prayers."
Leeya began hugging and kissing everybody singing
repeatedly, "We're having a baby!"
Those long minutes waiting for their return, I was
suddenly
filled with a plethora of emotions: elation, pride and love
for Monaavi, but at the same time fear and helplessness. It
hit me like a ton of bricks that Monaavi and I had created
life: a life that was now growing inside her and what a
huge responsibility I had before me to care for her and our
child. I looked at Tina, and I knew that I loved her as
much as the child I'd planted in Monaavi's womb. I leaned
over and kissed her lips and said softly, "You're gonna
have a little brother or sister, Sweetie!"
Mom and Monaavi returned about ten minutes later, with
Mom's arm around Monaavi's waist, and holding up the strip
she exclaimed, "Monaavi's gonna be a mommy!"
Monaavi looked flushed from being sick but she had the
gentlest smile on her face and her eyes just sparkled! I
started to rise but she motioned me to stay, came to me and
sat sideways on my lap. She put her arms around me and
kissed me with such tenderness I started to cry. She broke
the kiss softly, and looking into my eyes whispered, "My
love for you grows within me. Thank you Sean, you've made
all my dreams come true! I'm married to my heart's true
love and now, you've given me a child. It's all still like
a fairy tale, and to think, five months ago I was in
despair and within a day of leaving all this behind!"
I kissed her gently on the lips and said with restrained
joy, "We did it, Sweetheart! We're having a baby!"
With tears running down her cheeks and a beaming smile,
she
nodded quickly with a childish giggle. I asked her as I
flipped open my cell, "Don't you think you should call your parents?"
Wiping her tears and with a composing sniffle, she took
the
phone and dialed her parent's number. Hindi answered the
phone and Monaavi asked her, "Momma, can you get Poppa on
the extension?"
"What's wrong Monaavi?" Hindi asked worried.
"Nothing Momma," Monaavi replied, "Just
get Poppa."
She waited until Ravi had picked up, then said into the
phone, "Princess, I'm here, what is it?"
Monaavi took a deep breath and blurted out gleefully,
"Momma, Poppa, I'm with child, you're gonna be grandparents!"
Monaavi yanked the phone away from her ear as both of
her
parents squealed out in joy. "Is it a boy or a girl?" I
heard Ravi ask through the receiver. Monaavi broke out in a
light giggle and answered, "Poppa, we won't know that for a
while yet. I'm probably only about three weeks pregnant."
They talked back and forth for a few minutes more before
disconnecting. Mom sat looking at Monaavi with a loving
smile, shaking her head in disbelief. As soon as Monaavi
got off the phone, Mom reached over, took the phone from
her hand and said, "Do you kids mind if I call your father,
Sean, and tell him, or do you want to do the honors?"
I smiled, took the phone from Mom and speed dialed Dad's
cell. He answered "Michaels here."
"Dad?" I replied, "I need you to contact
our lawyer and get
my will changed… right away."
"Why?" Dad asked quizzically, "Something
wrong?"
"No Dad," I answered, "You're gonna have
another
grandchild: Monaavi's pregnant!"
"Hot Damn!" he exclaimed, "Hit the
jackpot didn't ya boy!
Give that beautiful little school marm of yours a kiss for
me will ya, and tell her good work!"
"Gee Dad," I teased him, "You act like I
didn't have a
thing to do with it."
"You can plant the seed boy," he retorted,
"But if it ain't
in fertile ground, it may still feel good but it don't mean
a thing!"
Looking at my pregnant wife with a loving smile I agreed
saying, "You're right about that, I think she was always
destined to be a mother."
"Whew!" he sighed, "Dinner's on grandpa
tonight. I'll
invite Ravi and Hindi, OK?"
"Sounds good Dad," I replied, "I just
hope Monaavi can eat.
She's got a bad case of morning sickness."
After hanging up with Dad, I told everyone about dinner
tonight. Needless to say, the rest of the day and evening
was spent on happiness and praise for Monaavi. You'd think
she'd become the goddess of fertility.
Things were going fine for the next three months.
Monaavi
was seeing her doctor monthly and she had a nice round
little pot of a stomach. In my excitement, I'd done a lot
of research on the Internet and found out about cocoa
butter and its use to prevent stretch marks. I enforced the
rule with my wives that Monaavi's stomach, waist, hips,
butt and breasts be massaged three times a day with cocoa
butter. After three months, her skin felt softer than the
cocoa butter itself!
We waited impatiently for her sixteenth week to arrive,
and
her accompanying sonogram. On that day, you'd think Monaavi
was royalty with an entourage of family marching into the
hospital. Present at her ultrasound was Mom and Dad, Priya
and Leeya, Ravi, Hindi and I. The technician looked at all
of us and said, "There's no way that all of you can fit in
the room. Why don't the gentlemen, except the baby's
father, wait outside, alight?"
Dad and Ravi were kinda disappointed but acquiesced,
stood
in the waiting room and watched us move down the hall to
the ultrasound room.
The technician asked Monaavi if she'd drank the required
thirty-two ounces of water and she replied, "Yeah, and I'm
about to burst!"
"Well," she replied, "Mrs. Michaels let's
get started. I'm
sure that you really want to go to the bathroom."
"Yes, please hurry," Monaavi smiled in
response.
Monaavi climbed up onto the table, covered herself with
the
sheet, pulled her dress up to her breasts and her panties
down to her mons. The technician squirted some gel on her
bulging stomach and began. A few seconds after placing to
probe to her abdomen, she exclaimed, "Oh my!"
"What?" I asked worriedly, "What's
wrong?"
The technician giggled and replied, "Nothing, that
is
unless you consider having twins a problem. I see two
little squirmies in there! Here, listen."
The whole room was filled with "Oooh's" and
'Aaahh's" and
squeals of delight as we listened to the syncopated beat of
our twin's heartbeats: "Swish, swish… swish, swish…"
Monaavi started to cry and I enfolded her head in my
arms
and kissed her, saying, "Boy! When you get pregnant, you
don't fool around, do ya?"
Mom and Hindi were locked in an embrace, crying and
sharing
their joy as Priya and Leeya hugged each other in glee,
jumping up and down.
Monaavi giggled as she cried in joy, "Allah has
given me a
double blessing. I love you Sean, with every beat of my
heart and those of our children! Oh Allah has been so
gracious to me! Praise be His Holy Name!"
The technician took measurements of the placenta,
estimated
the volume of amniotic fluid and a few other critical
measurements, then told Monaavi she could evacuate her
bladder. When Monaavi returned and the ultrasound began
again, the technician told us she was now going to take
measurements of each baby and their primary organs.
Starting with baby "A." she took pictures of
the baby's
four-chambered heart, liver, kidneys, stomach and brain.
She measured the baby's head circumference, torso
circumference, spine and femur and a crown-to-rump
measurement. She then repeated the process on baby "B."
She reassured us saying, "Both of your babies
appear to be
very normal, healthy and are now about 10.1 cm long and
from estimates, weigh about 70 grams."
"Translate that into inches and pounds
please," I requested.
"That would be…" The technician touched a
button on the
keyboard and answered, "3.96 inches long and weigh 2.47
ounces." She answered.
Softly patting Monaavi's belly, the technician asked,
"Do
Mommy and Daddy want to know what we're having?"
"Oh yes!" Monaavi exclaimed, "A boy and a
girl would be perfect!"
As the technician put probe to belly, she started
chuckling
and pointing to the screen said, "See, they're inverted:
they are laying head to toe with each other in a slightly
transverse position and look, this one uh, this one's a
girl: see her labia? She's holding her sibling's foot!
Sister is helping to pull it's legs apart, let's see… this
one's a girl also; if you look close you can see her labia,
here. You've got twin girls! They share the same amniotic
sack."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Monaavi
asked.
"It's not necessarily a bad thing," The
technician
explained, "But if one baby is in distress and you go into
labor and your water breaks, you'll have to deliver both
babies. If they each had their own placentas and sack, it
would be possible to deliver one while the other continued
to gestate."
"Are you disappointed that one of them isn't a
boy?"
Monaavi asked me.
Kissing her face I replied, "Are you kidding? I'm
so happy
I could run through the streets shouting at the top of my
lungs with joy!"
"Ok, folks," the technician told us,
"Show's over.
Everything is healthy and normal with your twin girls!"
She gave Monaavi warmed towel to wipe her stomach with.
When finished, Monaavi sat up and I helped her from the
table. She immediately threw her arms around me, and
standing on tiptoes, kissed me tenderly with tears running
down her cheeks.
Stepping outside to the waiting room, Dad and Ravi stood
with looks of worried anticipation. Monaavi rushed to her
father and he lovingly enfolded her in his arms. She looked
up at him, then to Dad, and said, "You will have two
granddaughters: I'm carrying twin girls!"
"Yahoo!" Dad shouted as he rubbed Monaavi's
back.
Ravi took his daughter's cheeks in his hands and planted
kisses all over her face. He fell to his knees and offering
praise to God, outstretched his arms extolling, "Our God
has given us a DOUBLE blessing! Praise be Allah, praise His
most holy Name!!"
Ravi stood and kissed Monaavi on the lips and said,
"My joy
bursts from my heart, sweet child! My life is filled with princesses!"
"Dad?" Monaavi said to Dad, "Did you want
a boy?"
Dad kissed her cheeks and replied tenderly, "A
healthy
mother and baby… well now: babies. That's all I want, for
you and your babies to be healthy: boys or girls, they're all a joy!"
Ravi and Hindi returned with us and spent the rest of
the
day at our house, going over and over the details of the
ultrasound. Dad found it amazing that one twin held her
sister's foot. All the females were giddy with happiness
and Priya said, "What are we gonna name our little girls?"
Mom asked in response, "Are you gonna pick Indian
or
American names?"
Monaavi looked at her parents and said, "I've been
thinking
about this ever since I found out I'm having twin girls,
and I've come to a decision. Momma, Poppa, I wish to honor
someone who has been as much a guiding force in my life as
you have in guiding my life."
Turning to my mother, Monaavi said, "You have
nurtured me
with your wisdom and love in such a profound way, I wish to
honor you, Mom. I will name my firstborn daughter Cynthia
Amira after your sister Cinny and our second born Elizabeth
Nafisa after her daughter. In remembering my Muslim
heritage, I have chosen the middle names Amira, which means
princess and Nafisa, which means exquisite."
Mom broke down sobbing at Monaavi's gesture of love and
embraced her. My mother released Monaavi and sat next to
her rubbing her swollen belly. Still crying, Mom tried
several times to compose herself enough to speak, but as
soon as it looked like she'd stop crying, she'd break down again.
Monaavi lovingly held my sobbing mother and comforted
her
by saying, "Mom, although you're not Muslim, your faith in
God has strengthened me and your wisdom has enriched my
soul with true lessons for life. Cinny must have been an
incredible woman to instill this kind of faith and love for
God in you and it is an honor for the first fruit of my
womb to bear her name. Liz was also an honorable woman of
faith who tried in vain, after fighting with all she had,
to raise her daughter by herself as she succumbed to the
ravages of cancer. My daughters carry their genes and will
now proudly carry their names. I love you Mom and this is
my gift of love to you."
My mother fell to her knees, resting her head in
Monaavi's
lap. Monaavi stroked Moms face as she calmed herself. Once
Mom had composed herself, she again rubbed Monaavi's
stomach and said as she sniffled, "Cinny was the most God
fearing and loving person I've ever known and she taught me
to love God. She also taught me how to apply the wisdom of
God in my life and to trust in Him. I am so moved, not
because you honor me, but my sister, the one guiding force
in my life and I'd have been proud for you to know her. Liz
was a humble woman who fought her disease quietly and
without malice. She married for love, not money, and
struggled all her life but was happy. Words can't express
the happiness that's in my heart that you have chosen to
resurrect two lost generations of my family to life again
in my grandchildren, Thank you Sweetie, thank you from the
bottom of my heart!"
Tina watched as Mom was rubbing Monaavi's stomach. She
waddled over and patted Monaavi's bulging belly and said,
"Baby, baby."
Everyone chuckled and Monaavi said, "That's right
Sweetie,
Two babies!"
That night as we four lay cuddled together, I couldn't
help
but remember Emmy's words to me that fateful night. Monaavi
had come into our lives and had radically changed our
family dynamic. She'd been praying with Priya about her
demon, and water sports became a thing of the past in our
intimate play. As a result, the relationship I shared with
Priya and Leeya became more tender, more loving and our
love seemed to deepen.
God seemed to bring His blessings upon Tina and Attiya
as
Monaavi had predicted and both were making great strides in
their development. And now, now this: twins! Monaavi's womb
seemed to be a bounty of life. I would now have three
daughters and I thanked God for His blessings.
I shudder to think what might have happened had I not
came
face-to-face with my demon and the thought that there would
have been three small girls that I possibly could have
abused. Emmy was right: I needed to decide what was more
important to me, the charms of my daughters or a life of
blessings. Mom was also right: what I had so painfully lost
with Emmy's death, God had replaced beyond measure in the
body of a beautiful, five foot-three inch teacher who's
gentle yet powerful influence on us was profound.
Priya was now becoming much more confidant and devout in
her role as first wife and guarded Monaavi and Leeya like a
true mother. As for me, I was conflicted in that Priya was
still my soul mate, but Monaavi had become such a major
force in my life.
I also began to see Leeya in a much deeper light, and
was
beginning to understand the true depths of her love for me.
Like Priya, she was so much wiser and mature than her six
years. Still tiny and plain, her inner beauty just seemed
to shine. I felt so privileged to have her love.
Leeya had also become more and more important to
Monaavi.
Although the child student during the day, she was very
motherly to Tina and Monaavi and was right there at every
turn to care for her sister when she was sick or needed
anything. It appeared that Leeya was becoming a natural
mother like her mentor.
Monaavi seemed to have a solidifying effect on our
family
as a whole and Mom seemed to bask in the glory of becoming
a grandmother. Dad also seemed to noticeably soften. I
thought that Priya would become jealous in some way, but
the opposite appeared to be true. Priya seemed to feel much
more relaxed, because she sought Monaavi's advice often
while Monaavi, at the same time, always honored Priya's
position. Monaavi just seemed to see her role as the wife
who took charge as the mother of the family and whose prime
responsibility was the children.
All in all, life was good… very good.
Continued in Chapter 80…
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