"Mama Bear is pregnant!"

 

Everyone present was stunned. Even Mama Bear commented at her age when the condom broke she never considered the possibility of becoming pregnant. We all chided her not to waste her money on the lottery. Or perhaps she should... depending upon whether she considers this a "win" or a "loss".

 

"Any baby is a gift from God and I'll love it as much as I do Luke, John, Enos and the rest of my family!"

 

As POTUS and we Generals returned to our office, POTUS asked to borrow our video.com. Connecting with our Secretary of State, POTUS advised for him to have an immediate face to face with his Israeli counterpart and demand the former Military Attache return to the United States and explain his actions to me in the Oval Office. Make it perfectly clear, refusal isn't an option! DISCONNECT!

 

As OPS announced "The Secretary of State on a secure .com for POTUS" SEND HIM THROUGH!

 

"Mr. President, your request can not be done. The man of which you inquired was killed last week while on a night patrol to gather intel on incursions. The Israeli government sends its deepest regrets and is offering whatever assistance you require."

 

POTUS just looked at Rod and me... "I'd rather die than tell Gloria it has happened to her again."

 

Luke and John were having an in-depth conversation with Doc questioning if their mother at her age can survive a full term pregnancy without endangering her life.

 

"With proper medical supervision and a restricted lifestyle... Mama Bear should be able to deliver a healthy child."

 

As Daan and Melech arrived at Fort Connor to be with their partners and show their support for whatever decision Mama Bear would make... POTUS drew the "short straw" and with us Generals for support joined the family to break the heart of a woman we all loved.

 

"Gloria, I drew the short straw and regretfully I have to inform you the father of your baby was killed in action last week."

 

Mama Bear's mind went blank and she could barely comprehend what POTUS had said. Mama Bear only commented asking if we all would please leave. She needed to be alone.

 

(That was never going to happen.)

 

As POTUS, us Generals and the Worthington Family exited the room right on que our Cardinal Chaplain entered, sat at Gloria's bedside, holding her hand and asked if she would pray with him.

 

Whatever else transpired between Gloria and Cardinal Emmanuel is known only to God. No one was ready when Doc announced a few weeks later "IT IS TWINS"!

 

Doc pulled in a few professional favors and Gloria had the best OB-GYN physician on the east coast overseeing her pregnancy. With an ample amount of bed rest, round the clock nursing care and more tests than any of us could dream possible... both children were brought full term and delivered by C-Section.

 

(No one was taking any chances of Mama Bear's cardiac system being compromised by the stress of a vaginal delivery.)

 

Mama Bear really surprised the family when she delivered fraternal twins... The boy she named after her father John and the precious little girl after the matriarch of the Worthingtons the one and only original Mama Bear "Gloria Worthington".

 

Mama Bear made a slow return to the Washington social scene with her role of "Mother" taking priority over all social commitments. Luke and John interviewed over 100 candidates before they selected a full time nanny to help raise the new additions. (Talk about protective older brothers!)

 

Enos was in shock when he returned from his Russia and China junket. As everyone was elated at the success of the trip... Enos only wanted to know "How in the hell did Mama Bear get pregnant"?

 

Luke only smiled at him and told his little brother "Some things are none of our business"! Unless the thought of Mama Bear questioning your budding sex life appeals to you I suggest you keep your questions to yourself.

 

Enos thought back to the moment of his joining the "Mile High Club" and reconsidered any questions he might have... "Discretion is the better part of valor"!

 

Within a week of Enos returning to the United States, Luke was "requested" to appear in front of a closed door session of the Senate Military Appropriations Committee.

 

Luke only smiled when the first question asked of him was "Why is this committee the last to learn of a new next gen weapon that could revolutionize our military"?

 

Senators will all due respect. This new technology was presented to the Pentagon prior to my brother leaving on his trip to Russia and China. It was the consensus of everyone that historically this committee had no interest in funding futuristic weapons. Worthington Industries is more than eager to develop this for the United States Military but if this committee isn't interested in approving the development then Worthington Industries respectfully requests a license to export the technology to Russia and/or China.

 

Luke was smiling from ear to ear as he walked out of the Senate hearing with a "blank check" in his pocket with the only provision he needed to make a full report to the committee once the R&D exceeded $100,000,000.00 USD.

 

As Luke walked into the Penthouse that evening, he picked up Enos and gave him a huge man hug. "Little Bro, your junket made over one hundred million dollars for Worthington Industries." How can I thank you?

 

A very red faced Enos shyly asked... "You know that trip to the Maldives you gave Omoikane and Junior... I think Jon would enjoy the same trip with me."

 

Luke smiled as he told his little bro to go tell your "aide" and pack your bags. You'll leave as soon as I can arrange security with the Generals and the Pentagon.

 

Enos was doing the "walk of shame" as he exited his bedroom the next morning for brunch. No one said anything as we all knew this commitment between Enos and his "aide" will definitely help to keep him from jumping ship with the security constraints placed upon him as he attends Harvard and MIT.

 

Enos was so proud as he held Jon in bed told him about the reward Luke was giving them for doing such a fantastic job during our trip to Russia and China. "I'm not dumb and I know you were selected as my protector but will you accompany me on our most personal junket to the Maldives as my lover and soon to be future partner."

 

Enos was immediately coated with Jon's thick seed as his balls erupted. "I'll take that as a YES!" Jon put Enos on all 4's and proceeded to fuck him to Nirvana until they both collapsed in exhaustion and sexual satisfaction.

 

Jon's limp cock became immediately erect when Enos held him tight and whispered in his ear: "I am in love with you Jon Finneas Roberts". Enos knew he would be mighty sore when Jon finished enjoying his ass but just holding onto his beautiful protector as he drove his cock deep into his willing body was the ultimate in confirming the feelings and desires they both shared.

 

Both Enos and Jon looked like death warmed over when they exited their bedroom for brunch the next morning. No one made any crude or derogative remarks as we all previously had the same experience. It looked like another wedding at Fort Connor and that meant I'd be fighting our Wolf War Dogs for MY corner piece of the wedding cake.

 

(Our War Dogs are too smart for their own good. Three stood guard with fangs barred as the fourth consumed one corner of the cake and then they rotated till each Wolf War Dog had his corner and all four corners were consumed. I don't know what the penalty will be but our Wolf War Dogs will pay the price for upstaging their Generals.

 

The men of Alpha Zulu besides lauding the proactive nature of our Wolf War Dogs showering them with an abundance of doggie treats because the men knew they wouldn't be getting any from us Generals for a few weeks till we cooled off. "YES, we will get even!"

 

After laughing his ass off POTUS issued an Executive Order granting our Wolf War Dogs a full pardon for any offense committed against us Generals now and in the future when it came to consuming Wedding Cakes. Our four legged "friends" (and I currently use the word loosely) have a protector with clout that even make us Generals admit defeat.

 

The ultimate put down we Generals had to endure over our Wolf War Dog fiasco was the next time we enjoyed dinner with the Worthington. When desert was served, a Raspberry Cheesecake was served cut into four quarters and each quarter marked "RESERVED FOR GENERAL". Rod and I enjoyed our sugar high and gracefully accepted the Pardon given our four legged friends by POTUS.

 

Enos wasn't happy when Rod informed him his Laser Saber could either be left locked in the Armory at the Penthouse or turned into Security if he decided to bring it to Fort Connor. Either way, it wasn't going to be used without strict supervision. You'd think even at Enos's age he would realize the danger of something so powerful it can slice up a battle tank. (Not to mention the coronary Mama Bear, Luke and Omoikane would have if it got lost or stolen.)

 

This was the final year at Fort Connor for John, PJ and Ted. All three had been accepted at Harvard and they would soon be pranking the men of the Castle who they would find had a sense of humor equal to our Wolf War Dogs. (Some imps just have to learn the hard way!)

 

Now Rod and I had the challenge of getting our soon to be three college bound imp to accept the protectors which have been selected from around the world for these special imps. It wasn't as bad as I had imagined. PJ made it clear to John "Resistance is futile" you have the same options as I so choose wisely.

 

PJ... well PJ's options were limited. He was given the choice between a massive Secret Service detail or the Protector selected for him. The choice was his and he made the right choice.

 

Ted was the easiest of the three to sell on a dedicated protector. After his abduction and rape the thought of meandering around campus without security wasn't in his "play book". He was the most studious of the three and saw Harvard as an opportunity to learn and not a four year course in social parties.

 

Rod and I didn't mind if John enjoyed a few parties on campus just so he didn't try to break free of his protector. We fathers had already informed him his first attempt to ditch his protector would result in him being returned to Fort Connor in handcuffs and leg irons. PJ got a similar warning from POTUS and the thought of ditching his protector never entered into Ted's mind.

 

Everything was fine until there was a confirmed threat to the imps at Harvard and their Protector and Security Detail burst into each of the three classrooms, guns drawn, surrounded the imps and literally drug him screaming out of class. Boston SWAT invaded campus as well as local, county, and state police. Federal Marshalls, Secret Service and all off duty Alpha Zulu soldiers from the Castle. It took a lot of ego stroking by the Chancellor to cool off the three effected professors. "Just consider the fallout if armed intruders entered your classroom shooting it up, injuring and killing students recklessly and possibly you in the process." "Just say a prayer that no one was injured and the disaster adverted." "Any retaliation upon the three students involved by staff will be met with harsh disciplinary action by my office!"

 

Most of their fellow students thought it was pretty cool to have armed security drag them out of the classroom. Our college imps conceded there was no way they could fly "under the radar" and just admitted to their friends who they were and that they had powerful overprotective fathers.

 

They admitted to their fathers privately they had lost a few friends over the situation but most of their friends just took the revelation in stride. John and PJ were slowly accepting the fact they were in love and if POTUS didn't see a wedding in their future then he needs a reality check.

 

Ted really had a difficult time trusting anyone after his abduction and gang rape and frankly both Rod and I understood. We were shocked as we were reading the daily reports submitted by the Castle that Ted had asked his Protector to move into his room and share it with him. I hope the Ambassador (his father) is prepared for one hell of a bill if those two decide to get married. Rod and I looked at each other and immediately thought that would be US in a few years.

 

As Rod and I were in bed hypothesizing about the future... we chuckled just thinking about the number of manhours it will take to plan and execute the wedding when Enos and Jon decide to get married. The Worthington's personal quarterly profit sharing will definitely take a hit.

 

As I rested my head on the chest of my lover I was hoping Rod would be in an amorous mood tonight. Before we could even get to "first base" OPS ruins the mood announcing the infamous: "ALERT, ALERT, ALL MEN TO DUTY STATIONS... THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"

 

Asking OPS what triggered the lockdown we were both shocked to learn there had been a major incursion at the Marriott Penthouse, a number of their security detail had died, the intruders used C4 explosive to blow their way into the Penthouse only to be met by Luke, John and Mama Bear with a 9mm Glock in each hand. All three of the Worthingtons had been injured but the insurgents were all DEAD!

 

Advising OPS to have our jet fueled and ready to take off as soon as the lockdown is lifted. Have our security team on board with all the ammunition they can carry.

 

Asking OPS if there was a status of the Worthington infants? "Mixed reports have been received but none verified... the one thing they all have in common is none of them are good!"