The Guard To My Sanctuary - Chapter 30: Chapter 30
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"Come on kids you have to stop kicking your Daddies bladder see the inside of a bathroom more than I see the sun at this point. Can you guys just work with me just a little I feel like I am doing my best and I need a little bit of favor," I asked my fetuses?
I ran into the doctor's office bathroom and pulled out my travel disinfectant from my bag. I sprayed everything down in the public restroom before sitting to pee since I couldn't balance myself for the amount of time it would take me to finish. It was actually one of the most annoying changes. When I was done I got up and washed my hands and under my nails to ensure there weren't any residual germs left under there. I was in full sanitary/nesting pregnancy mode where everything seemed to be filthy and gross. It was like I could physically see germs lurking in every corner and was on a mission to kill them. I walked out of the bacteria breeding ground and made my way to Marco who was standing up and waiting for me along with the Doctor. Marco looked good with his hair a little grown out even though he was more than likely going to cut it again. He had started his new job a month ago and was loving it along with the freedoms he had out of the military. He seemed more relaxed than he usually was and enjoyed not having to ask to leave places and didn't have to act so dignified outside of work. Plus he loved picking out suits for work and getting to choose what he wore every day. I knew he was going to miss the structure given how he had none growing up. I would have been lying if I said that I didn't feel guilty that he had to leave something he loved for me.
"Hello, Elm we're going to get the monotonous weight and a urine test done first then we can get to the fun part, telling you the sex of your babies I know the last time we tried they weren't positioned correctly but I have a feeling this time they are," Dr. Nisbalm said with a smile. I smiled back at him and we went to the exam room leaving the empty patient waiting area since we always came in before others. I was showing and getting strange looks from people on the street but nobody said anything to me. If people asked I would tell them I'm a trans man which stopped most of the questions but opened up a whole bunch of ignorant inquiries depending on the person. It was really annoying that people wouldn't mind their own business and every time I got a question or look when we went out in public it really only added to my personal anxiety which was not got for the babies.
"Alright," I said walking back to the office with the other men. I felt them kicking and smiled a little since it meant that they were developing. I walked to the scale and kicked my shoes off and stepped onto the scale and looked down as it showed I was one hundred and thirty-two pounds
"Hmmm not gaining too much weight, I know Marco has you eating right so you naturally carry small which means the kids may be smaller than normal but this is all speculation.
"Now the urine testing," Marco said since we had the whole process memorized. I walked into the restroom and sprayed the room down then sat and pissed in the cup without a problem since my bladder was like an endless river. When I was done I washed my hands and placed the cup in the little window. When I was done I walked out and we went into the exam room. Marco lifted me onto the table and I lifted my sweatshirt up exposing my building belly. Marco rubbed it lovingly and smiled down at me.
"Alright the moment of truth," Dr. Nisbalm said popping his gloves on and checking a few things on a list.
"Do you guys have names picked out," he asked waiting for his computer and machine to load up.
"I'm thinking if we have all girls I'd want to name them Birdie, Easton, and Corin," I said.
"Why those names, why not similar names," Marco asked me with a questioning look.
"I love birds so that's where Birdie came from and my mom loved them too. Easton because despite what I went through on the East coast I loved the weather. And Corin because I was looking for something close to your best friend's name Cory and found a name that meant spear bearer. And I didn't want anything similar because they shouldn't feel like they have to be similar to one another just because they shared a womb," I said honestly.
"Oh I get that, I was thinking Toni, Alex, Jo. I just think that girls with boys names are cool," he said.
"And boys," I asked causing him to beam.
"Well you know I want a Jr, then one named Joseph which is Corey's middle name, and Alexander which is my father's middle name," he said to me with a smile.
"We're not having a Jr. With three kids, it's like your saying fuck you I love this one the most," I said rolling my eyes. It just didn't make sense to have a junior if they were all the same age to me.
"Nigga what did you choose," he asked waving me off.
"Maddox, Calloway, and Ozias," I said.
"I like those," he said without an argument just as the doctor graves the bottle of cold gel that gave me shivers and placed it on my belly and started maneuvered it. It took a while but he finally got a full image of our children. I could feel my heart beat increase with anticipation.
"Alright looks like they are in place. Let's see... Hmmm, they all have ten fingers and ten toes," he said.
"Thank god and gods," I whispered I didn't really have a set in stone religion which was something I would have to work on. Being gay and going through what I did made it hard to believe in a fair and just god that loves all of his children as well as many gods who would allow for such strife to continue in the world.
"Alright okay the one on your right is male," he said and Marco shouted in excitement.
"Maddox"
"Alright the smaller one in the center also seems to be sporting a penis like his brother," Dr. Nisbalm stated while moving the transducer to get a better look. Marco broke out in dance which was annoying. I really hated that he had beaten my predictions as if that really mattered.
"Calloway"
"Two out of three, come on number three don't make a liar out of your Papa," Marco said smiling like a kid on Christmas. I knew if it was a girl he'd go to the ends of the earth to make sure she had the best the world had to offer but he was hellbent on having all boys for a reason I wasn't entirely sure he knew. He looked really handsome all excited despite my annoyance.
"Alright and that right there is a penis," the doctor said showing us our third son on the HD ultrasound.
"Ozias"
"Sí, Tenemos tres pequeños hombre's," Marco shouted. I only caught some of what he said since my Spanish almost nonexistent.
"What did you say," I asked him and made a mental note to learn the basics of his language.
"I said that we're having three little men... Or you guys can be nonbinary or trans or whatever you like as long as you grow up to be good people and treat your Daddy or whatever you call him well," Marco said and placed a kiss on my stomach above where each of the boys was. Dr. Nisbalm wiped my stomach off and I put my shirt down when Marco got done placing a dozen kisses on my stomach.
"Everything with your test came out fine and congratulations on the three boys. Now I have to get serious for a second. I see that your middle child is smaller than the others and I'm going to predict this now before he's even born. I'm seeing signs that he may be like you Elm. He's developing slower than his brothers. Now with that said I could be totally wrong but I like to keep my favorite patient informed on everything I'm seeing," the Doctor said.
"Okay, were prepared for that," Marco said with a smile unfazed by the doctor's hypothesis. I looked at him and smiled with pride. The rest of the meeting went by quickly and we were out the door and in the car. I could feel our son's kicking me again. I was a little disappointed about not having a daughter since honestly, I hated being the most feminine person in the room. It wasn't a shame thing but more of an isolation thing but I knew that wouldn't be fair to push on my children so I decided to be proud instead of harboring those useless feelings.
"I told you! I told you I only make son's," Marco said from his seat. I looked at him and grabbed his hand pulling my sweatshirt up with my free hand. I placed his palm on my right side.
"See this one, he's going to be the oldest," I said since the plan was to go from right to left due to that being the best access point to my uterus.
"We're going to name him Maddox I choose that name because it means son of Madoc after my father's father. My grandfather from what I could remember was really active and protective like any older brother should be. When he starts moving the others follow behind him, he's going to be a leader I can already tell. You feel him kick really fast, he's going to be some sort of runner I can bet money on it," I said pressing Marco's hand to our kicking son.
"Now this one in the middle I'm naming Calloway because it means pebbly place. This one's going to be used to being in rocky situations especially if he's like me. He is calm and moves slowly and gently. He doesn't take as much as his bigger brothers that's why he's so small. Whatever he becomes his goal is going to be to help others, luckily he has two brothers just like I did to protect him from those who would walk over him," I said resting our combined hands on one another just above Calloway who was moving like he was treading water.
"Now this one is going to be named Ozias," I said pressing our hands over our youngest son's head.
"Now he's going to be a strong one I can tell you right now. He's going to be another sports one for you, I'm thinking of football, which will scare the hell out of me. I can see myself in the stands right now covering my eyes everytime he has the ball. His name means strength from God, and he's already living up to that since he likes to kick the hell out of my bladder, it's like he's trying to knock it out of place" I said to Marco who didn't respond. I looked up at Marco who had stray tears falling from his eyes.
"God you're so special and they are lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have you and every second in around you seem to push my boundaries for happiness wider and wider," he said and kissed me.
"I love you and all of our sons," he said.
"I love you too," I told him and began rubbing my stomach.
"I love you boys"
I ran into the doctor's office bathroom and pulled out my travel disinfectant from my bag. I sprayed everything down in the public restroom before sitting to pee since I couldn't balance myself for the amount of time it would take me to finish. It was actually one of the most annoying changes. When I was done I got up and washed my hands and under my nails to ensure there weren't any residual germs left under there. I was in full sanitary/nesting pregnancy mode where everything seemed to be filthy and gross. It was like I could physically see germs lurking in every corner and was on a mission to kill them. I walked out of the bacteria breeding ground and made my way to Marco who was standing up and waiting for me along with the Doctor. Marco looked good with his hair a little grown out even though he was more than likely going to cut it again. He had started his new job a month ago and was loving it along with the freedoms he had out of the military. He seemed more relaxed than he usually was and enjoyed not having to ask to leave places and didn't have to act so dignified outside of work. Plus he loved picking out suits for work and getting to choose what he wore every day. I knew he was going to miss the structure given how he had none growing up. I would have been lying if I said that I didn't feel guilty that he had to leave something he loved for me.
"Hello, Elm we're going to get the monotonous weight and a urine test done first then we can get to the fun part, telling you the sex of your babies I know the last time we tried they weren't positioned correctly but I have a feeling this time they are," Dr. Nisbalm said with a smile. I smiled back at him and we went to the exam room leaving the empty patient waiting area since we always came in before others. I was showing and getting strange looks from people on the street but nobody said anything to me. If people asked I would tell them I'm a trans man which stopped most of the questions but opened up a whole bunch of ignorant inquiries depending on the person. It was really annoying that people wouldn't mind their own business and every time I got a question or look when we went out in public it really only added to my personal anxiety which was not got for the babies.
"Alright," I said walking back to the office with the other men. I felt them kicking and smiled a little since it meant that they were developing. I walked to the scale and kicked my shoes off and stepped onto the scale and looked down as it showed I was one hundred and thirty-two pounds
"Hmmm not gaining too much weight, I know Marco has you eating right so you naturally carry small which means the kids may be smaller than normal but this is all speculation.
"Now the urine testing," Marco said since we had the whole process memorized. I walked into the restroom and sprayed the room down then sat and pissed in the cup without a problem since my bladder was like an endless river. When I was done I washed my hands and placed the cup in the little window. When I was done I walked out and we went into the exam room. Marco lifted me onto the table and I lifted my sweatshirt up exposing my building belly. Marco rubbed it lovingly and smiled down at me.
"Alright the moment of truth," Dr. Nisbalm said popping his gloves on and checking a few things on a list.
"Do you guys have names picked out," he asked waiting for his computer and machine to load up.
"I'm thinking if we have all girls I'd want to name them Birdie, Easton, and Corin," I said.
"Why those names, why not similar names," Marco asked me with a questioning look.
"I love birds so that's where Birdie came from and my mom loved them too. Easton because despite what I went through on the East coast I loved the weather. And Corin because I was looking for something close to your best friend's name Cory and found a name that meant spear bearer. And I didn't want anything similar because they shouldn't feel like they have to be similar to one another just because they shared a womb," I said honestly.
"Oh I get that, I was thinking Toni, Alex, Jo. I just think that girls with boys names are cool," he said.
"And boys," I asked causing him to beam.
"Well you know I want a Jr, then one named Joseph which is Corey's middle name, and Alexander which is my father's middle name," he said to me with a smile.
"We're not having a Jr. With three kids, it's like your saying fuck you I love this one the most," I said rolling my eyes. It just didn't make sense to have a junior if they were all the same age to me.
"Nigga what did you choose," he asked waving me off.
"Maddox, Calloway, and Ozias," I said.
"I like those," he said without an argument just as the doctor graves the bottle of cold gel that gave me shivers and placed it on my belly and started maneuvered it. It took a while but he finally got a full image of our children. I could feel my heart beat increase with anticipation.
"Alright looks like they are in place. Let's see... Hmmm, they all have ten fingers and ten toes," he said.
"Thank god and gods," I whispered I didn't really have a set in stone religion which was something I would have to work on. Being gay and going through what I did made it hard to believe in a fair and just god that loves all of his children as well as many gods who would allow for such strife to continue in the world.
"Alright okay the one on your right is male," he said and Marco shouted in excitement.
"Maddox"
"Alright the smaller one in the center also seems to be sporting a penis like his brother," Dr. Nisbalm stated while moving the transducer to get a better look. Marco broke out in dance which was annoying. I really hated that he had beaten my predictions as if that really mattered.
"Calloway"
"Two out of three, come on number three don't make a liar out of your Papa," Marco said smiling like a kid on Christmas. I knew if it was a girl he'd go to the ends of the earth to make sure she had the best the world had to offer but he was hellbent on having all boys for a reason I wasn't entirely sure he knew. He looked really handsome all excited despite my annoyance.
"Alright and that right there is a penis," the doctor said showing us our third son on the HD ultrasound.
"Ozias"
"Sí, Tenemos tres pequeños hombre's," Marco shouted. I only caught some of what he said since my Spanish almost nonexistent.
"What did you say," I asked him and made a mental note to learn the basics of his language.
"I said that we're having three little men... Or you guys can be nonbinary or trans or whatever you like as long as you grow up to be good people and treat your Daddy or whatever you call him well," Marco said and placed a kiss on my stomach above where each of the boys was. Dr. Nisbalm wiped my stomach off and I put my shirt down when Marco got done placing a dozen kisses on my stomach.
"Everything with your test came out fine and congratulations on the three boys. Now I have to get serious for a second. I see that your middle child is smaller than the others and I'm going to predict this now before he's even born. I'm seeing signs that he may be like you Elm. He's developing slower than his brothers. Now with that said I could be totally wrong but I like to keep my favorite patient informed on everything I'm seeing," the Doctor said.
"Okay, were prepared for that," Marco said with a smile unfazed by the doctor's hypothesis. I looked at him and smiled with pride. The rest of the meeting went by quickly and we were out the door and in the car. I could feel our son's kicking me again. I was a little disappointed about not having a daughter since honestly, I hated being the most feminine person in the room. It wasn't a shame thing but more of an isolation thing but I knew that wouldn't be fair to push on my children so I decided to be proud instead of harboring those useless feelings.
"I told you! I told you I only make son's," Marco said from his seat. I looked at him and grabbed his hand pulling my sweatshirt up with my free hand. I placed his palm on my right side.
"See this one, he's going to be the oldest," I said since the plan was to go from right to left due to that being the best access point to my uterus.
"We're going to name him Maddox I choose that name because it means son of Madoc after my father's father. My grandfather from what I could remember was really active and protective like any older brother should be. When he starts moving the others follow behind him, he's going to be a leader I can already tell. You feel him kick really fast, he's going to be some sort of runner I can bet money on it," I said pressing Marco's hand to our kicking son.
"Now this one in the middle I'm naming Calloway because it means pebbly place. This one's going to be used to being in rocky situations especially if he's like me. He is calm and moves slowly and gently. He doesn't take as much as his bigger brothers that's why he's so small. Whatever he becomes his goal is going to be to help others, luckily he has two brothers just like I did to protect him from those who would walk over him," I said resting our combined hands on one another just above Calloway who was moving like he was treading water.
"Now this one is going to be named Ozias," I said pressing our hands over our youngest son's head.
"Now he's going to be a strong one I can tell you right now. He's going to be another sports one for you, I'm thinking of football, which will scare the hell out of me. I can see myself in the stands right now covering my eyes everytime he has the ball. His name means strength from God, and he's already living up to that since he likes to kick the hell out of my bladder, it's like he's trying to knock it out of place" I said to Marco who didn't respond. I looked up at Marco who had stray tears falling from his eyes.
"God you're so special and they are lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have you and every second in around you seem to push my boundaries for happiness wider and wider," he said and kissed me.
"I love you and all of our sons," he said.
"I love you too," I told him and began rubbing my stomach.
"I love you boys"
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