Pregnant Stepmom

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Unfortunately, as much as we tried, nothing was going to be fixed in the coffee shop that afternoon. My stepkids needed space and time to grieve what they felt they had lost. In the months that had followed our wedding, we had spent time together doing family-friendly activities like hiking, sledding and exploring nearby towns. Tom stayed by his stepmother’s side as Kate struggled. With her never having given birth previously, this was a new experience for the both of them. The blonde woman lay there, grunting as she squeezed her stepson’s child out. Tom tried to help her relax, any way he could. Kate felt so proud of her little boy, staying by her side for hours as she endured the worst pain of her life. Eventually, their child crowned, stretching Kate wide open. She knew it would be over, soon after that. With a few more minutes of pushing, she finally gave birth to Tom’s child. And second, I had to choose to not dwell on what I felt I wasn’t getting: namely validation and enthusiasm for something I was so happy about.

More importantly, their dad and I promised there would be more than enough love in our family to go around.

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With her past attention seeking behaviour, I was extremely suspicious about the timing but had more important things to concentrate on. Drunken conversation from someone let slip that she had made it all up, as she did not trust him spending time with my family. As Tom’s father started working later nights, the boy started joining his stepmother in bed. She held him close to her as he drank from her big, milk-filled tits while pushing himself into the cunt that was forever tempting to him. After the first two, Tom was desperate to squirt another baby into her. He’d pumped two children into her belly. He’d fathered what most people would consider a full-sized family, at an age where most people still weren’t even having sex yet. For the first time, it seemed like things were going to be okay. This wasn’t going to break us. We would learn together; after all, we were a family. Still, we tried to empathize. Deep down I knew that if I had received similar news as a child, I probably would have reacted in the same way.

A perfect baby girl. Tom handed the girl to her mother, and Kate cradled the infant in her arms, relieved to finally meet her. The pain was over – now came the happiness. She had her father’s mousey hair and cute button nose. Kate adored her instantly. First, I had mourn the fact that I couldn’t openly and freely delight in my pregnancy the way other mothers could. Why the name “Not Just a Stepmom?” Well, you are NOT just a stepmom (even when that role often feels like the dominant one!). You are a dearly loved child of God. I’m a biological mom, too, and the same thing applies to those of you who aren’t stepmoms! Join me here, sign up for my mailing list, follow me on social media, and discover just a little more of what that means for your life. HogDogKetchup fumed: "Your husband is being ridiculous. It should be a rule for 'the kids' basically he prefers the company of his own child and not yours. I guess that's fine but it needs to work both ways."

As it stood, not only were the kids upset about our baby news, they felt betrayed that we had taken them out in public to tell them.