The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 62- The End

Twelve weeks later

Bobbie and Olivier sat quietly in the living room staring at the black and white photos in their hands.

“This isn’t happening,” she whispered to nobody in particular. She heard Riggs, who had driven them to the ultrasound appointment puttering in the kitchen making tea and commenting how weird his friends were behaving. She ignored him.

The creak of the front door opening and Everly’s voice calling her name made her look up from the photo and over her shoulder. Everly’s little belly protruding under her flowy shirt. Aside from some spotting she’d had at the eleven-week mark, which had sent her panicking, the rest of her pregnancy had gone according to plan, and she was doing great.

She looked at Bobbie as she sat in a chair across from the sofa. “You two are strangely quiet. I know it was an early ultrasound, but did they tell you you’re having a dinosaur or something? Is the baby, okay?”

“Everything is fine,” Olivier spoke and rubbed his forehead. He looked to Bobbie, “are you sure never in your family’s history?”

“My mother would have told me.”

“Where’s the folder on your dad?” he asked her. “Did you leave it in Louisiana?”

“In the desk downstairs.” She tapped the photos against her lips and exhaled. “I never read it. Maybe I should have.”

She felt him rise from the sofa and walk away mumbling under his breath.

“Bobbie, you’re starting to freak me out. Neither of you are very quiet calm people. This is weird. What happened?”

She tossed one of the photos onto the table.

“Oh look,” Everly traced the little image with her fingertips. “It’s not a dinosaur. It’s a baby. This is so exciting!”

Bobbie leaned forward and pointed to the letter beside the shape of the baby’s head.

“Why is it marked with the letter A?” Everly made a face. “My photo had numbers and stuff for sizing, but I don’t remember letters.”

Bobbie threw a second photo at Everly and watched the confusion on her friend’s face grow. “That’s baby B.”

“Baby A and Baby B?” Everly commented with a shake of her head and then realization dawned on her, “f**k no. You’re not having twins again! Is this why you’re so huge? Holy s**t Bobbie. Twins again? What are you going to do?”

“Oh, I’m having twins. Baby A and B are identical twins sharing a little sac. Adorable right?” She threw the third photo, “Baby C though is just there to keep an eye on them.”

Everly gingerly leaned forward, sliding off the chair until she was on her knees in front of the coffee table and picking up the third photo. “Baby C?”

“C” Bobbie leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes. Something Veronique had said echoed in her head. “The crazy Villeneuve Witch said she saw three babies. I assumed yours, Fiona’s, and mine. Nope. She saw three of Olivier’s spawn in my womb. What kind of damn fertility ritual did she do?”

Olivier was back and pushed the photos out of the way as if he couldn’t bear to look at them. He was rifling through a file on the table. “Your father and his wife had six kids. All individual. No twins or triplets.”

“Triplets,” Everly gasped as she pulled the photos closer to her again.

He flipped through the pages more, “heart disease in his father but the man was morbidly obese. Mother had arthritis and a thyroid condition.” He paused, “your grandmother was a twin.”

“My father’s mother was a twin?” Bobbie asked quietly trying to process.

He started digging deeper into the file. “Her mother had three sets of twins.” His voice was hoarse as he revealed the information. “Three f*****g sets!”

“Why did you not notice this when you went through the damn file!” she yelled at him suddenly.

He jumped back from her words, “I was looking for medical conditions, not birth records.” He held his hands up defensively as he passed her the page he was reading with shaking fingers.

She ripped it aggressively away from him and was reading the information when the high squeal of Everly’s laugh interrupted her thoughts. “What the hell are you laughing at?”

“You’re having f*****g triplets!” Everly roared and fell sideways onto the floor, holding her belly. “It’s bloody hilarious.”

“I hope when you give birth they run out of epidural,” Bobbie hissed at her furiously.

Everly sat up, immediately serious, “hey, no need to be cruel.”

“I have three babies in here! Three.” She pointed furiously to her stomach. “It’s going to be two Ollies and a Max or two Maxes and an Ollie. Or worse,” she pointed at her, “it could be a Max, an Ollie, and an Olivier. Holy f**k. Do you know how screwed I am? I’m going to have two of each of them in my house!” she wailed as tears suddenly fell streaming down her cheeks. “I’m going to have five kids.” She wailed slapping at Riggs who put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. “Don’t touch me!”

He chuckled and put some tea on the table in front of her, “you know, instead of more Max and Ollies, you could have three little Bobbies. Maybe they’re all little girls with blonde hair and big blue eyes and sweet temperaments and hearts of gold.”

She looked up at her husband’s best friend with wide eyes, “do you think so?”

“No,” he shook his head laughing when she tried to kick him furiously, “the Villeneuve genes are too strong. They’re all coming out looking like him.”

“You know, Ollie has your sister’s temperament, not anyone from my family is even remotely like her,” Olivier spoke up. “Don’t blame me for her wildness.”

“She’s gotten a hundred times worse since she met Gael. He encourages her.” The barking at the back door made her cringe, “and the fact he surprised them with a dog he’s not around to help with isn’t endearing him to me either.”

“You don’t want him around to help,” Olivier made a face at her comment. “The dog is a good boy.”

“He ate my pizza last night. Stole it right from my hand and ran off with it.” She hissed back. “We now will have five kids and an unruly dog.”

“Didn’t I come in here last night and replace you sleeping on the sofa with the dog tucked up next to you like a baby?” Riggs asked her.

“f**k you, Riggs,” Bobbie cursed him out.

Olivier’s phone rang and he took a breath. “It’s maman.” He put the phone on speaker, “hello. You have me and Bobbie, Everly and Riggs.”

Meri’s voice was excited, “were they able to tell if it’s a boy or girl?”

“No, it was a bit soon to tell. They will check back in another four weeks.” Olivier spoke.

Veronique’s voice cut in, “and they are all healthy?”

“They?” Bobbie shrieked as she realized her grandmother-in-law was there. “You knew I would have more than one in here! You could have warned me.”

“So, there is more than one.” She sounded pleased with herself.

“There’s three,” Bobbie’s voice was furious as she ripped the phone from Olivier’s hand. “Three babies. I’m having three, Veronique. What kind of fertility cleansing did you do?”

Meri’s gasp of surprise was nothing compared to Veronique’s cackle of glee.

“Veronique, you could have warned me!”

“Oh,” Veronique went quiet at Bobbie’s apparent rage. “Now, I can only tell you I saw twins in this pregnancy and one other new baby in another pregnancy.”

“I am not having another pregnancy!” Bobbie’s voice was shrill as she clutched the device in her hand so tight, it was surprising the screen didn’t crack.

“If you say so,” Veronique chuckled.

Bobbie looked to Olivier in amazement, “she is off her rocker.”

“Veronique, you aren’t helping the situation,” Everly spoke quickly. “She’s a bit in shock right now. Perhaps we table the discussion on another pregnancy for another time.” Everly made bit eyes at Olivier who nodded his agreement.

“Bobbie, perhaps a warm shower and a nap would help.” Olivier offered sweetly. “I can help you upstairs and you can lay down. Maybe after a bit of rest you will feel better.”

She turned her head to glare at him and then spoke into the phone, “Meri, how attached are you to your son? Do you want him back? I can send him there in bits and pieces air freight.”

Olivier pulled the phone from Bobbie’s hands, “maman, we will call you later. Right now, Bobbie is not in the frame of mind for rational conversation.” He hung up the phone quickly and moved away from her.

Bobbie let out a whimper as she stretched along the sofa and rubbed her belly, “little babies, it’s not your fault. I love you so much but why are you in there all at once?”

Everly slid over the floor to sit beside the sofa and put her hand on Bobbie’s belly, “they’re in there because there is no other mom who can take care of them the way you will. They need you. They were meant to be.”

She turned her head to look at Everly, “how come you have one and I have three. Do you want one of them? We can each have two?”

Everly chuckled as Olivier gave a furious growl at her words. “Down boy, she’s joking. When the twins were born, she barely let us hold them. She sure as hell isn’t going to give one away.”

Bobbie sat up suddenly, “how do you breastfeed triplets? Twins were hard enough!”

“We will google it,” Everly promised her. “We’ll get you a good doula too.”

“I want a doula and a midwife and a nurse and a doctor.” She made a face, “do you think they’ll make me have another section?”

“I don’t know. I’m sure there must be women who have vaginal deliveries with triplets.”

Olivier held up his phone. “Depends on the circumstances. I’m checking now. It’s possible. Your obstetrician will be able to advise more.”

“You,” Bobbie pointed at him, “better replace me the best obstetrician money can buy. The best one.”

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled at her words.

“Do we need a bigger house?” She asked him sadly.

Riggs interrupted, “no, we could renovate if you needed though. Put one more level up. Put all the kids on the second floor and you and Olivier on a third floor.”

“Can it be done before the babies come?” She rolled to her side and tucked her hands under her cheek. “Multiples. I’m having multiples again. My father’s grandmother had multiple sets of multiples. Your grandmother thinks I’m going to get pregnant again. What if her premonition is wrong too? What if she only sees one but there are two?”

Olivier reached over the back of the sofa and rubbed her shoulder, “let’s take this one pregnancy at a time.”

Grady burst into the room, “triplets? You’re having triplets?” He held up the phone where Everly had texted him. “Does this mean you can’t work for me anymore? You’re going to have five kids Bobbie.”

“I don’t want to quit my job,” Bobbie wailed as Grady identified a new concern.

“Good going Grady,” Everly shook her head at her husband. “We only just now started to calm her down.”

Bobbie’s phone rang and she sniffed and reached for it. She noted it was Levi. She had well and truly stolen Olivier’s father from him. She answered the call in a whiny voice, “papa, I’m having three babies and it’s all your mother’s fault.”

“Ma fille,” he spoke gently to her, “it’s not so bad. We will come and be right next door to you to help as much as we can. This is a blessing from God. Do you know how miraculous this is? You must be very special to be able to have three babies.”

Olivier rolled his eyes at his father’s words.

“They’re identical twins and a baby on its own. What if he’s lonely in there?”

“No, they are triplets, just like Ollie and Max are twins. They grow in the same place at the same time. Two might look like each other but they will all be one little unit. You will see. And they will have the best maman to look after them. I am confident of it.”

“Papa,” she sighed ignoring Olivier’s huff at the word, “can you send me some beignets?”

“I will do this for you right away. You will have them soon.” He told her he loved her, advised her to tell Olivier to call him when he was free and promised to see her soon.

She hung up the call. “He’s a good papa.”

“You stole my father,” Olivier complained and sat back down on the sofa, lifting her feet onto his lap. He picked up the three photos Everly had set back on the table and grinned at Grady. “Babies A, B and C.”

“It’s kind of cool,” Grady grinned back at him and accepted the proffered photos.

“It really is,” Olivier was starting to settle into the news. “We will have to expand our name search.”

“Out of spite, if one of them is a boy, I’m naming it Ronnie after your grandmother. She really wants a girl named after her. I’m naming the boy after her.”

Olivier laughed, “if you wish.”

She suddenly looked to him and grinned, “we’re having three babies.”

“We are.”

She laughed loudly, “this is crazy. This is definitely crazy.”

The voices of the kids coming up the driveway had all the adults looking at each other. Henri opened the door and the three kids pushed past him

Henri shook his head at Olivier, “she brought home a note from the principal.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Ollie started as she slipped past Henri and dropped her bookbag on the floor. “The other kid made fun of Max’s new glasses. I told him to take it back and he wouldn’t.”

“What did you do?” Bobbie sighed sitting up from the reclined position she had been in.

“She put glue in his hair,” Lark said with a shake of her head. “Said she wasn’t allowed to punch anyone, but nobody said anything about glue.”

“Jesus, Ollie,” Bobbie cringed. “Was that necessary?”

“It was.” She sighed, “the principal said she was glad I didn’t hit the boy, but I still had to bring home the note.”

“Fine.”

Max leaned over Grady’s shoulder. “What are those?”

“Pictures from your mom’s ultrasound,” Grady passed them to him.

“These are kind of neat,” Max said as he sat on the floor and spread them on the table. He pointed to a shape, “is it a nose?”

“It is a nose,” Everly confirmed.

Max looked at a fourth picture nobody had picked up yet from the table and slid it towards him. “This is weird.”

“Why is it weird?” Bobbie tried to fight the smile on her face as Max, Ollie and Lark looked at the pictures.

“It looks like three heads.” Max tilted his head to one side and squinted. He took his glasses off, rubbed them on his shirt and then put them back on. “It’s a funny picture.”

“It looks like three heads because there are three heads,” Olivier commented dryly.

Ollie’s eyes went wide, and she looked at her parents incredulously. “You have three babies in your belly?”

“You’re going to get so fat,” Lark whispered to Bobbie as she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Are they all boys?” Max held his breath waiting for an answer.

“We don’t know yet. This visit was more about counting heads than genitalia,” Bobbie told her son with a smile.

“Hm,” he shook his head in disbelief. “I’ll help. I’ll help with bottles and diapers. Three is a lot. I can help.”

“I’m not helping,” Ollie said. “Maybe picking out clothes but I’m not changing diapers. It’s gross.”

“It’s only poop,” Max made a face at her. “Everyone poops.”

“Okay,” Bobbie interrupted the squabble. “It will be all hands-on-deck when they come but we have a ways to go. For now, the only thing we need to do is let me cook them until they’re done and ready to come out.”

“It also means,” Olivier looked at the twins, “maman is going to need a lot of rest, no stress and you will need to be on your best behaviour. Sometimes with triplets, moms end up in the hospital or on bed rest for the last trimester. For the next six months, you need to be calm and help maman be as peaceful as she can be, so she doesn’t wind up in the hospital.”

“That can’t be true,” Ollie stared at him. She looked to Max. “Is he telling the truth?”

“I don’t know but I’m going to go check on my tablet,” Max grunted with annoyance as he grabbed his bookbag and stomped up the stairs. Ollie and Lark flew up the stairs behind him.

Grady looked to Everly, “why couldn’t you have multiples? I would love to have that over Lark’s head. She’s been a pain lately.”

“Max has been playing with another little girl in school. She doesn’t like it,” Henri spoke from where he leaned over Olivier to grab the photographs. “Triplets are cool.”

“So, he’s starting his man-whore ways already,” Bobbie griped.

“He is allowed to talk to girls.” Olivier argued

“God knows his father couldn’t,” Riggs mocked him.

Bobbie settled back onto the sofa as her friends teased back and forth and rubbed her hands over her belly smiling softly. Triplets. Olivier had wanted the full experience and he was going to get it. Now the initial shock was wearing off, she couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of three little bundles of joy. She pressed her hands against her belly as if hugging them. She looked up to catch Olivier watching her actions and smiled.

He mouthed to her, “I love you.”

She mouthed the words back to him and Max and the girls storming down the stairs to ask for descriptions of what could be considered stressful on a mother pregnant with triplets made her giggle. As her husband began schooling the kids on all the things, they should avoid doing to stress maman out, Bobbie left him to it and sat back and watched their conversations. Her family, her crazy wonderful, life-filled family was everything she could have wished for and more. She was as Levi had said, very blessed.

The End