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Natas1889
Very recently there was a two part story on Deviant Art by the author Anaardeleana dealing with a couple seeking a divorce and the birth of twins. I was able to get the first part, which I'll post below, however show the second part was posted and somehow I missed it. A recent search of Deviant Art leads me to believe that Anaardeleana's entire account has been closed. The story is a really nicely done one.

Divorce (Part I)
by Anaardeleana

By the time our divorce went through, my wife was eight months pregnant with someone else's baby. I tried not to be a total pussy through the whole thing, but that shit broke my fucking heart. She looked like I always imagined she would with our baby inside her.

Breasts basically falling out of her pale pink sundress, pushed up by her belly tucked up underneath in a huge pendulous tear drop. Her left hand cradled her belly, pulling fabric of her dress in close to her skin, showing just how big she really was. Her dark hair all messy on top of her head with curls falling down, the way I loved it, and she had sun glasses shoved into the curls above her forehead. Her skin was tan and flushed, glowing. She took my breath away. She looked SO fucking furious.

She slapped a manilla folder against my chest and used her belly to shove past me into my sad divorced apartment, down the shotgun hall and into my almost-empty-because-she-had-all-our-furniture kitchen. She slapped a pen on the table and turned toward me, arms crossed, glaring. She was angry enough that her chest was rising and falling quickly.

"Well?" She demanded.

I shut the front door and looked at the folder in my hands.

"What's this?"

"That," she snapped, "is yet another copy of the divorce agreement which you agreed to sign THREE MONTHS AGO."

I tried to keep my eyes away from the kitchen drawer where I'd shoved the first two or three copies, the first one opened and unsigned, the others still sealed.

I smirked. "Getting down to the wire there, Lucia?" I made a little feint at her belly, making her bat my hand away furiously. Her belly bounced as she dodged away from me. I stepped up beside her, setting the folder on the table and flipping it open, staring down at the pages of typed legal text. I pretended to be reading, but actually I couldn't. All I could do was just feel her there, beside me and half a step behind. Her smell, her body--I swear she warmed my skin from half a foot away. I wanted to turn around and grab her, kiss her and slide my hand up one long leg, onto that belly, those breasts, burry my face in her hair. For a second I saw it, my wife's ass balanced on the edge of the sturdy second-hand table, be between her thighs, inside her, that belly crushed up against me, feeling our baby kicking inside her while I filled her up again. I felt myself getting hard just from standing next to her like that.

But it wasn't my baby, I reminded myself. It was his. Her client, who she fucked for months before she left.

It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened. The last time we were together she was already pregnant--though I didn't know it then. Her body hadn't changed at all, yet, but she certainly glowed that night.

At the negotiations with our lawyers she drove me almost as crazy. Dressed to impress in heels and suits, with that belly swelling through the opening in her blazer, her hands gently rubbing to ease some invisible internal movement, resting her water glass on top of it once, leaving this wet ring where her silk blouse stuck to her skin.

"Are you going to sign or what?"

"Or what."

"Excuse me?"

"I think I need to run these by my guy again."

"Are you kidding me, Joe?" she demanded.

I looked over at her and grinned.

"Oh, my God you are!"

I turned back to the papers and turned a page.

"Really not funny," she said. "Please, you must have that memorized by now."

"Just reading," I said.

"I need to sit."

She was aiming for sarcastic but it came out semi exhausted. I glanced over my shoulder at her. "Hey," I said, suddenly a little concerned. "You okay?"

"Of course," my wife snapped, sinking down on the empty cooler I use as a kitchen chair. Like I said: sad divorced apartment. I turned back to the paper on the table between my hands.

"You really came over here to watch me sign this?"

"I prefer not to give birth to a couple of bastards if I can help it."

I spun around to face her. "A couple?" My eyes skated down her body. Seated there in my kitchen her belly reached almost to her knees. I realized for the first time she was bigger than she should be, even on the point of giving birth. Twins. Of course, he'd given her twins. She looked up at me, wide brown eyes, hands on her swollen sides.

I felt that same surge of pain I first felt when she told me she was in love with someone else and that she was leaving, and again when I found out about the baby. I turned away from her and faced the wall, feeling that helpless thwarted desire throughout my whole body. I punched the wall. I slammed my fist into it over until it broke in places, the sheet rock crumbling all over the table.

Suddenly my wife was standing up behind me, shouting the line she'd probably said to me a million times by that point. "What is the matter with you Joe!?!"

I pressed my hands flat on the table, breathing hard to calm down. Finally I said, "nothing's the matter. You want me to sign? I'll sign for you." I flipped to the last page, picked up my wife's pen, and signed my name there alongside hers. The date under her signature was the same as mine, today. "Happy?" I asked, without turning my head. My wife didn't answer, but I heard a clatter as something fell to the floor. I glanced over, saw her sunglasses on the ground, and bent to pick them up for her automatically. As I straightened to hand them to herI finally realized something wasn't right. She was bent almost double, the glasses having fallen from her hair, one hand on her dangling distended belly, the other clutching the windowsill, white knuckled.

Instantly I was on my knees beside her. "Lucia, hey, hey, hey..." She grasped my shoulders for support. I grabbed the cooler she'd been sitting on before and pulled it closer. "Have a seat, it's okay." I said. I supported her as she sank down. She kept her head bowed almost between her knees for another minute. When she raised her face to look at me her big brown eyes were swimming in tears. I couldn't stand to see that, even now.

"Lucy, baby, I'm sorry. I lost my temper. I didn't mean to yell."

"It's not that..." she started. Her face went white and she stopped speaking. Then she wrapped her arms around her belly and bent forward. "Joooooooooooooeeeee..." she moaned.

"Woah, OK." I rubbed her back. "Let's get you to the doctor, OK?"

She nodded wordlessly. I helped my wife to her feet....and glanced down as a sensation of wetness hit my bare feet. A small puddle was gathering between us, faintly pink liquid dripping down the inside of my wife's calves and ankles. Our eyes met for a long minute, breath quickening as we both realized that the situation was urgent. Then my wife's hands balled into fists, my on my arm, the other knotted in my tshirt, and she closed her eyes and moaned in an agonized way, like no other sound I'd ever heard. Then she seemed to stop standing up right, she was falling through my arms, and I helped lower her to her hands and knees on the kitchen floor. She knelt, head between her hands for a minute before she straightened and rubbed her belly. She was out of breath.

"Joe, it really hurts," she said, in this pleading voice. Then she ducked her head and moaned.

I started to my feet. "I'm going to call an ambulance."

She grabbed my hand, staring up at me from the floor. Sweat was gathering over her forehead, a few curls sticking wetly to her temples. "Don't leave me Joe," she gasped. Then she bent forward again groaning in pain. I was back on my knees beside her in a second, of course.

"Lucy, I'm not going anywhere." I ran my hands over her back as she rocked on her hands and knees.

"This just started?" I asked, when she quieted. "No warning?"

"I had back pain the last couple of days but I didn't think...this."

"You're early?"

"No...right on time. My due date is three days from now." I frowned. I'd thought she still had some time. Twins, I realized, must account for it. Then she moaned again and I thought, oh, God, twins!

Her contractions were strong, and close together, and before I realized it she was pushing, following the signals her body was giving her, grunting with effort. The baby was descending fast. Three or four long pushes and I could see the crown of the baby's head. Another push and I could see the tops of its ears. My wife shrieked. I murmured soothingly to her, urging her to wait for the next one to push again. She nodded her head furiously, panting. I heard her moan with the next contraction almost immediately, my hand hovering allowing the baby's head to slide out of her body, supporting it gently with my palm.

"OK, good job, Lucy. You're almost there. Now the shoulders. Push when you feel it...."

I saw her whole body stiffen as she pushed, the shoulders emerging slowly, one after the other. When they were free I gently eased the baby free from its mother, turning it over in my hands. This tiny, scrunched face, warm, wet little body. For a moment everything was perfectly silent in the house. Then he started to cry.

My wife collapsed onto her side and rolled onto her back on the kitchen floor, stretching out her arms. I lifted her son up to her, laying him over her belly.

I looked at my wife. "Feeling the next one yet?"

She shook her head.

I took my sweatshirt off and laid it over them both, then I went to find some scissors. Cooking had not been high on my list of priorities since moving in, and my kitchen scissors where still packed. I had to open two boxes before I found them. Then I pinched the cord between a couple of chip clips and quietly cut it.

"You want to do this somewhere other than the kitchen floor? Like the bed?"

My wife nodded up at me. I wrapped the baby boy in a couple of clean dish towels and carried him into the bedroom. There, I folded a quilt in the bottom of my plastic laundry hamper as a cushion and set him down inside it. I returned to the kitchen for my wife.
Liked by Daniblacklist (Mar 31, 2020)
Bagabula
Google's cache only shows the first part of the story. Every internet archive site I find doesn't seem to have any snapshots of the page.
Unless someone saved it I'm pretty sure it's lost.

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