The Unexpected Baby News from My Stepsister

The warm sun cast a golden glow on the couch as we lounged in each other’s arms, basking in the joy of becoming parents. The unexpected sound of the doorbell broke the peaceful atmosphere.

Sarah: Hello anyone at home.

Shannon called out to her, “We’re in the living room.”

Sarah: What’s the matter guys? Why are you lying together like that?

We both looked at her, smiling, but remained silent.

Sarah: O MY GOD, you’re pregnant, you’re going to be parents!

Shannon smiled and nodded her head, and we got up from the couch, sharing a group hug.

Sarah: Have you told anyone yet? What about your mom, told her yet? Or Tom’s folks, do they know?

Shannon replied, “I just got back from the doctor’s office, getting confirmation that I’m pregnant, and I figured I should at least tell my husband first.”

As Shannon and Sarah headed off to make the calls to our folks, I lay back down on the couch, lost in thought. I wondered, just how many children Shannon wanted to have, and whether we should consider a different house. Our finances were solid, with over $100 million in assets, thanks to our thriving production company and film distribution business.

The production company was booked solid, and our film distribution company had been busy. I couldn’t help but feel left out of the excitement, just doing the planting and getting out of the way.

Shannon sat back down on the couch with me, and Sarah sat in a chair nearby. I began to go over Shannon’s schedule, discussing the two movies lined up for the fall, and two possible projects for the winter. I mentioned that after the fall movies were completed, I wanted her to take some time off for the baby’s birth. To my surprise, she agreed.

We started to discuss building a new house, but Shannon was hesitant, fond of our current home in Hollywood. I couldn’t help but feel that we needed a change, especially with a new addition on the way.

The fall of 1987 flew by quickly, and Shannon completed her two movies, both of which did well at the box office. Three Men and a Baby was released in November and became an instant hit, earning us a significant profit.

As the years passed, I found myself busy managing Shannon’s career, running our businesses, and producing a few movies. I had slacked off on my writing and directing, but the birth of our child brought a newfound sense of purpose.

I started looking for a new place to live, and found a beautiful farm with 500 acres, just southeast of town. It took almost six months to purchase the property and another year to build the house and surrounding area to our liking. We named it Windy Acres.

In the winter of 1988, we waited eagerly for the birth of our first child. Shaun Nicholas Wright was born on April 1st, weighing 7 pounds and 7 ounces. Shannon took the rest of the year off to care for Shaun and get back in shape, while I focused on our businesses and the new house.

As the summer of 1989 arrived, I started working on a sequel script for Winner Take All, hoping to have it ready for filming by the time Shannon was ready to return to acting. Just as we were settling into our new routine, a phone call from my director friend Jerry Marshall changed everything.

Jerry: “I’m about to start shooting Pretty Woman, but the female lead actress was in a traffic accident and will be out of commission for six months… I wonder if Shannon would be available?”

We met with Jerry the next day, and Shannon agreed to take on the role. I negotiated a deal with the producers, securing $250,000 plus 2.5% of the net gross. Pretty Woman went on to gross $464 million, earning Shannon a significant profit.

The exposure from the movie was great for Shannon’s career, and she started receiving offers left and right. I made a decision to keep her earnings separate from our joint funds, allowing her to spend her money as she saw fit. By the end of 1990, she had earned over $20 million, plus interest and investment profits.

As we settled into our new home at Windy Acres, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. The house was a masterpiece, with 10,000 square feet of living space, eight bedrooms, and a state-of-the-art theater. The farm was a haven, with a pool, hot tub, and a stable for our six horses.

We welcomed Shaun into the world, and Shannon took some time off to care for him. I focused on our businesses and the new house, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we needed to have another child. Shannon and I had been trying, but so far, no luck.

As the months passed, I found myself busy with work, and we grew apart. Shannon was tired, and I could see the strain on her face. We needed a break, and I suggested a vacation at the cottage, where we could relax and reconnect.

We spent 10 days at the cottage, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and each other’s company. Shaun was just over two years old, and it was wonderful to watch him play in the water and sand. We had a great time, and I could see the love in Shannon’s eyes.

One evening, as we were cuddling in bed, Shannon turned to me and said, “You know, we haven’t had much time for each other lately, and I miss that.”

I replied, “I know, I’m sorry I’ve neglected you.” We shared a soft kiss, and I could feel the passion building between us.

Shannon reached up and kissed me harder, and I responded by reacquainting my tongue to hers. We broke the kiss, and she said, “I need you so bad.” She took off her nightie and panties, and I stripped naked, ready to make love to her.

We held each other tight, and then her lips searched out mine for a soft kiss. As we kissed, my hand got busy rubbing, massaging, and groping her breast. I twisted and pinched her nipples, easy at first, but then I put more pressure on the twist.

She gave a gasp into my mouth, and mumbled, “Harder, do it harder.” I grasped her breast and gave them a good squeeze, and then pinched her nipples harder. Her nubs were sticking out like two firecrackers ready to explode.

“Baby suck my tits, bite my nipple, make me feel good,” she moaned into my mouth. I locked my mouth over her left breast and started to suck on her nipple like a pump. My teeth bit her nipple, and then I gently nibbled on her nipple, then I increased the pressure on her nipple with my teeth.

My hand slowly worked its way down to her bare slit, and I could feel her liquid juices on her outer lips. Her excitement was intensifying, as her body was tensing up. I invaded her love hole with my finger, and she was loose and wet.

“OOO God baby, that feels so good,” she cooed to me in a lustful way. I moved my finger over to her clitoris, and flicked it a couple of times and then rubbed it fast and harder.

She gave a soft scream and locked her legs tight against my hand as her orgasm wracked her body with a massive wave of pleasure. Filling my hand with her honey juices.

“I am ready now, baby, please fuck me hard, make me cum again, fill me with your seed, make it take,” she said still feeling the effects of her last orgasm.

I rolled her over and started to fuck her doggie style, pounding away as fast and as hard as I could into her pussy. I would spank her soft ass once in a while just to spice up the feeling. She was meeting my thrust by thrusting back at me, forcing my cock deep into her pussy.

“Baby, I am close to cuming,” she panted at me in pure lust. “Hold on, honey, I am going to blow my load,” I puffed at her in heated desire.

She gave a scream, just as I blew my load deep into her pussy. I held her ass tight to my cock as I emptied the cum from both nuts into her pussy.

She collapsed down on the bed with her legs wide apart, and I could see some of my cum leaking from her pussy.

“Oh, honey, I really needed a good fucking just like that,” she said exhaustively.

I laid down next to her, physically spent, “I love you,” I whispered into her ear.

“I love you too,” she said still panting for air, “I hope this one takes, you did fuck me hard, like the first time I got pregnant.”

We went to sleep, exhausted but happy, knowing that we had reconnected and were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As I stood in the waiting room, I couldn’t help but think about the rollercoaster of emotions I had experienced in the past 24 hours. From the shock of Shannon’s pregnancy complications to the uncertainty of her survival, it was a nightmare come true.

The doctor walked in, and I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. He sat down beside us, and I could feel Sarah’s grip on my hand tighten.

“It was a tough delivery,” he said, his voice soft and sympathetic. “We had a breech birth, and the babies were tangled in the umbilical cord. We also had to perform an emergency caesarean section and a partial hysterectomy due to a uterine rupture.”

My mind reeled as I tried to process the information. I thought about Shannon, lying in that hospital bed, her body battered and bruised. I thought about the babies, fragile and vulnerable, fighting for their lives in the NICU.

“The good news is that the babies are doing well,” the doctor continued. “They’re in the NICU, but they should be fine. Shannon, on the other hand, is in critical condition. The next 24 hours are crucial to her survival.”

As the doctor finished speaking, Sarah asked the question that was on both our minds: “What sex are the babies?”

“They’re both girls,” the doctor replied, a small smile on his face. “We named them Baby A and Baby B.”

I felt a surge of emotions, relief and joy mixed with fear and anxiety. I asked the doctor if I could see Shannon and the babies, and he agreed, but warned me to let Shannon rest until morning.

We made our way to the NICU, where we saw the two little girls, tiny and fragile, but alive. I spoke with the nurse, and she reassured us that they would be fine.

As we left the NICU, I told Sarah that I needed her to go back to the farm and take care of Shaun for me. I also asked her to call her mom and tell her what had happened. I knew I had to stay with Shannon, to be by her side as she fought for her life.

As the day wore on, I sat by Shannon’s bedside, holding her hand, talking to her, telling her not to leave me. I didn’t leave her side, not even to eat or use the bathroom. I was exhausted, but I knew I had to be there for her.

And then, sometime in the early morning, I felt a movement, and a voice said, “Hey, give me my hand.” I looked around, thinking it was the nurse, but then I saw Shannon’s beautiful blue eyes looking back at me, smiling.

“Your awake,” I croaked, my heart racing with excitement and relief.

Shannon smiled and nodded her head yes, and I proceeded to tell her everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. I told her about the babies, about their condition, and about her own fragile state.

As I talked, I could see the understanding dawning on her face. She was weak, but she was alive, and that was all that mattered.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “You’re alive, and the babies are alive. That’s all that matters.”

As I looked into her eyes, I knew that we would get through this, together, as a family.

Her head snapped up and she stared at me, “why have you not given the girls the name we picked out,” she demanded with her eyes blazing fire at me.

“Because I was not going to do that until we can do it as their mother and father,” I told her with a serious look on my face.

“I’m going to call Sarah, and I also want to see the girls and let my folks know what’s going on,” I said, making a mental note to take care of those tasks.

The nurse began running tests on Shannon, asking her a series of questions, while the doctor checked her over. I seized the opportunity to slip out, needing to relieve myself.

It took me an hour to make the necessary phone calls, stop for a bite to eat, and visit the girls. I returned to the ICU, expecting to find Shannon waiting for me.

However, she was nowhere to be found. I approached the nurse, who told me that Shannon had been moved to a private room. She provided me with the room number, and I rushed to her side.

The doctor was finishing up his examination when I arrived. Shannon was insisting on seeing the babies, and the doctor had arranged to have them brought to her room.

“She’s recovering very well,” the doctor said, pulling me aside. “If everything goes smoothly, she and the girls could be discharged in a week.”

My heart swelled with joy at the prospect of taking my family home. I thanked the doctor profusely for his care and attention.

Just then, the babies arrived, and my attention was diverted from the doctor’s words.

Shannon called me over, holding baby A. “Her name will be Sabrina Sandra,” she said, informing the nurse, who wrote down the information.

She handed me Sabrina, and the nurse gave her baby B. “Her name will be Shanessa Sarah,” Shannon informed the nurse, as she wrote down the new name.

Just then, the door swung open, and Sarah and Shaun walked in.

“Hi buddy, come over here and meet your two new baby sisters,” I said with a big smile, handing Sabrina to Sarah.

A week later, I took my girls home, my heart full of joy and love for my new family.