, read the welcome sign as guests entered the event.

She lied.

To everybody.

She spun a tale, a story of love at first sight. Meeting her husband at Camelia's wedding at which they fell instantly in love, dated for a few months and eloped to his home in Italy because they couldn't wait to be together.

The baby shower guests seemed to buy her story. Some questioned her about Cristiano, some of which she dodged, others she answered. After that, to Jasmine's relief, they congratulated her warmly with pleasant smiles and wished her only the best in the new celebration of her life. Many gave her advice about labor, delivering, motherhood, and what to look forward to once her bundles of joy were born.

The guest list consisted of about fifty women, some close friends, family, and the only male exception present at the baby shower, the mastermind planner of the entire event–the host, Sammy. Everyone knew Sammy of course, and having him there was no surprise.

The theme: A tea party–tea for two.

Guests were specified in the invitation what to wear. Many showed up in their best tea dresses. Cute hats, much like the British wore to an event were on many heads and kitty heels were a popular shoes many aimed for knowing there was going to be fun involved.

The back yard lawn of her parents' home was littered with tables, chairs with umbrellas centerpieces crowned with flowers. Balloons in pink and blue lined corners and an arch of the same colors were strung around the lawn. A great big sign in foil balloons read: TEA FOR TWO.

A long buffet was set with a variety of catered foods and sweet delectable goodies. Camelia and Sammy booked a photo booth where guests took silly pictures with silly signs and party hats. A DJ played music and baby shower games were waiting for eager participants.

There was a two tiered cake in pink and blue all alone on a table stand waiting to be cut through surrounded by Party favors of teabags with a small gold spoon were lined on their own table for guests to take to end the celebration. There was also a table of alcoholic drinks, cosmos, to be exact–in pink and blue.

It was beautiful and a picture taken out of a catalog as Jasmine placed both her hands on her belly, stroking the hard mass that encased her babies. The breeze was light and the sun was bright, offering a pleasant warmth of spring weather without a cloud in sight.

But Jasmine's mood didn't quite match the weather.

She was anxious and not relaxed as she should be. This was a day she was supposed to enjoy. She was relieved to escape Cristiano and his overwhelming presence. He doted on her like she was a child, extra protective, showering her with compliments, and accompanying her to pick out more items missing before the babies arrived.

They often dined out and spoke of their expectations for their babies. They talked about baby names to be exact, running through a list of girl and boy names. After hours of musing over the thousands of possibilities they listed their top five names for each gender. But the two top names on those lists were Valentina and Vincent–Italian names. They were beautiful and stood out to Jasmine the most.

Cristiano was honored she chose Italian names.

He was the perfect gentleman and behaved as an expectant father should. During those emotional moments she felt close to him again. She had thought she didn't want him in her life, but seeing his eyes light up when he felt a push or kick against her skin. . . She could honestly see he was happy. It was the first time she'd ever seen him look so free.

They appeared like a married couple readying themselves for parenthood, however, something very important was missing. It was her. She felt distant. That she couldn't fully trust him. As if she were waiting for him to mess up–waiting and watching him with critical eyes. The insecurities grew with each passing day she saw him as did the fear he would hurt her.

On top of the distrust, the unmentioned kiss they shared remained in the back of her mind.

Cristiano hadn't looked at her with anything approaching desire. She kept telling herself it was best, he was giving her the space she required without influences but it didn't stop her raging hormones from being so aware of him. It felt like her body was programmed to react to him whenever he was close and it set her on edge.

A loud clap brought her attention back to the party. Ladies were sipping on their cosmos while others safely choose tea. Sammy captured their attention with his clapping and all the conversation died down.

"It's time for the games, ladies!" Sammy hollers. "I need everyone to partner up and divide into pairs. We're playing balloon hump!" He turns and points to the DJ. "We need some motivation! Play "Push it," by Salt and Pepper. This should get you horny hookers in the mood!"

Jasmine groaned, shaking her head at the title of his game.

"This challenge involves one of you attaching a balloon to a string, tying it around your waist with the balloon positioned above the players tushy." He grips his butt and squeezes to emphasize his words which had the ladies already giggling. "The goal is to try to pop it by humping from behind and thrusting with your hips." He demonstrates by thrusting his hips. "The first "couple" to pop their balloon wins!"

Camelia approaches her with a smile. "This is going to be nasty." She commented.

Jasmine chuckled. "That's Sammy for you. The party graduated from PG and skyrocketed to a rated R. He's always so extreme and pushes the limits." She shook her head and mumbled to herself, "The humping baby shower."

"That's what makes it fun!" Camelia argued, laughing.

"Yes, fun and humiliating." Jasmine agreed watching the women divide into pairs.

Already, the air was filled with laughter and eagerness.

She watched her cousins pair up and the other ladies who wanted to participate began asking one other to partner up.

"Hey Camelia, you're going to be my partner!" Sammy says, approaching her with a balloon and a mischievous smile forming on his lips. "I'll even let you be the one humping me from behind."

"Oh no!" Camelia hid behind Jasmine. "Save me!" She pleaded, clutching Jasmine's shirt.

"You ain't gettin' outta this easily. Get your ass over here!"

He moves behind her and struggles tying the string around Camelia's waist as she squirmed. Jasmine covered her face with two hands as the ladies patiently waited for the game to begin. Some of them slipped off their shoes and their hats. Others were practicing "humping" their partner, placing their hands on waists and thrusting. One of the women fell forward laughing.

"Y'all can't cheat!" He snapped. "One of you hoes will be hanging on to the back of a chair while the other thrusts to pop the balloon." Sammy explained, as he dragged Camelia to the center of the party and placed her behind him demonstrating the position by bending over the back of the chair. "Let's get this tea party started!"

"I don't want to do this." Camelia complained. "This is more like a porn party."

"Suck it up!" Sammy snapped. "You should be lucky I'm your partner! Place your hands on my waist and get ready."

Jasmine muffled her laughter as best she could but failed miserably.

"Jazzy! Get your pregnant ass together! Once the women get into position, you need to yell go." He called.

He looked so ridiculous, Jasmine had to sit down before she collapsed. Most of the women looked like they were ready to have sex–the only thing in their way was the balloon. Her mother stood along the outskirts shaking her head as she does when Sammy comes up with something outrageous.

Here goes nothing.

"Ready. Set. Go!" She yelled.

Everyone quickly moved into action. Hips thrusted and balloons expanded. A few of the women toppled over the chair, landing on their stomachs with their partner following behind. Everyone roared with laughter.

Jasmine's gaze was riveted on Sammy and Camelia. The best and funniest of all was Camelia. She had the most unsure expression mixed with embarrassment and horror.

"Harder... harder." Sammy chanted.

Camelia continued in the same pace ignoring him.

"I said harder dammit!" Sammy screeched, hanging on for dear life to the chair. "We better win this!"

Camelia gripped his waist and thrust her hips, Sammy's body moving in sync. But the balloon was not popping. Her breathing was shallow as she pumped her hips even harder and faster trying desperately to pop the balloon. Jasmine hollered in laughter, leaning over the table to support her upper body.

It looked like they were having sex–hot and heavy sex and Camelia was not doing it right.

A lady screamed which garnered their attention. Everyone stopped and turned to the commotion. One woman with a tight dress ripped the back, exposing her bottom and panties. Her partner collapsed backwards, exhausted and rolling on the grass in uncontrollable laughter.

"What did I tell you about shopping at department stores, Susan? You want quality, you go to Dolce & Gabbana!" Sammy hollered across the lawn. The women go silent for only a second and then begin roaring with laughter.

"You are unbelievable." Jasmine muttered, feeling embarrassed for the woman.

"Resume your stations, people. . . !" Sammy demanded. ". . .and thrust! Oh and I forgot to add. . . Once you've popped your partners balloon you're supposed to switch places and continue the game. The first pair of partners to pop their balloons wins a big ass bag of candy dicks! Get poppin!"

"This is exhausting!" Camelia complained once more and resumed thrusting.

"What'd you do during sex, just lay there and let Superman do all the work!?! Remind me to pick you up some porn the next time I visit!" He screamed becoming frustrated. "Work your pelvis girl! Work them muscles!"

"You're sick." Camelia mumbled.

Sweat was accumulating on his forehead. Jasmine laid her head against her crossed arms, her belly giggling with every force of laughter coming from her.

Camelia became so angry and impatient with Sammy's continuous ranting, she thrust so hard the balloon finally burst with a loud pop and Sammy toppled over the chair.

"Hard enough for you?" She asked. "How'd you like it?" Dusting her hands ending her job.

A string of colorful curses left Sammy's mouth as he spit grass out of his mouth.

"Bend over." He rasped. "It's your turn." He demanded picking himself back up and coughing up more grass.

"Oh hell no!" Camelia replied in horror backing away, glancing over her shoulder for a quick escape. She turned ready to bolt when Sammy caught her by the waist and practically carried her.

"Hold on girl, I ain't usually gentle." He says placing her hands on the chair he rightened.

"Let me go, Sammy!" Camelia angrily pushed back as he re-tied the string to her waist.

Mona their cook and housekeeper stood on the outskirts covering her mouth watching Sammy closely. Her expression was of mild irritation and a touch of disgust.

Sammy caught her watching him and sent her wink. "Spread hummus not hate."

"Sammy." Annie came forward with a hard expression ready to intervene.

"Look, I ain't losing, do you hear me mama St. James. I'm dead set on winning that bag of dicks!" Sammy says getting into position behind Camelia and began thrusting.

"Mom, just let him. This is too much fun not to watch." Jasmine intervened, placing a hand over her mothers arm. Her smile was stretched so wide her cheeks ached.

Annie sighed and sat down in one of the chairs beside Jasmine.

"If only Superman could see us now, all over each other. Yeeeeeee-haaaaaaw!"

Jasmine was dying, tears running down her cheeks from laughing at the show they displayed. She could even hear her mother's quiet chuckling beside her.

Camelia craned her neck to glance over her shoulder and sent him a glare. "Are you crazy? Do you want to die young?"

Sammy thrust very hard, holding her solidly by the waist trying to gain momentum.

"You're right. I still haven't met Oprah or Beyoncé yet. I can't die. Let's end this before Superman walks in and has my head on a spit."

Sammy tries every angle with his hips. He even rolls them side to side. Nothing. He was practically holding Camelia up by the waist to try to control the stubborn balloon.

"Jesus, I'm beginning to sparkle all over the place!" He shrugs a shoulder to catch some of the sweat pouring down his face. "Damn this game to hell!" Glaring at the balloon like it were his worst enemy. "This is harder than it looks."

"Hurry Sammy! I don't know how much more of this I can take!" Camelia says in exasperation.

Oh God, thought Jasmine. If only Camelia realized how she sounded.

With one long, strong thrust, he squished the balloon until it pops.

"That was the best!" Jasmine claps. "Congratulations Sammy and Camelia! I knew you two would win!"

"And that ladies, is how a bitch thrusts!" He exclaims, fist pumping the air. He turns to survey the rest of the women and shakes his head. "Tea party my ass! This kinda looks like a scene out of a porn movie. Look at all these hoes." He gestures, his head tilted sideways. "I shoulda ordered a stripper dressed in nothing but a diaper and baby bottle. It would have been epic." He sighed sadly. "Oh well . . .next time. Now where did I hide that bag of dicks?" He runs off in search of the bag of candies.

Annie could only shake her head in disappointment.

Camelia drags herself to one of the empty chairs at their table and sags. "That was awful." She commented.

"I loved it!" Jasmine responded with a big smile.

Camelia smiles back. "It was worth it if it made you happy."

Sammy returns with a blue cosmo in one hand while a two pound bag of colored candy in the shape of penises nestled in the crook of his elbow and against his chest.

"I found it." He says with a smug smile. "We need to gather these horny hoes together. I have one more game, "Binkies on a stick."

Jasmine watches him rip the top of the bag and take a hand full of candies and shoves them in his mouth. "I think we've had enough action to last us a lifetime." She says, having the urge to gag.

Within a few seconds, he stiffens. The bag of candies slips, falls, and spills all over the grass around his feet.

"Oh. My. Stars." He whispers.

The smile instantly sags from his face and his mouth gaps open leaving the candies no choice but to fall passed his lips like a waterfall.

Sammy looked star struck.

The entire group of women who were gathering themselves after the game and enjoying some refreshments and desserts fell silent. A hush settled over everyone as the music in the background played. Camelia and Annie exchange confused expressions.

Jasmine had remained frozen, unable to move, certain she had already known what had everyone so riveted before she abruptly lifted her head, her eyes immediately making contact with the new arrivals.

Four darkly dressed men appear. For a moment it looked like they walked in slow motion. As if someone pressed the slow-motion button on a remote. Their hair swayed slowly by the passing breeze, their suit jackets flared open at the ends as their arms and legs moved slowly in sync. The scene was missing a fogging mist enshrouding their bodies.

There before their very eyes was their father, Stefan, Cristiano and Zayn. Julien was ahead of the group as the men looked like Demi-gods flanking their king. The men were invited to arrive near the end of the party when she was ready to open gifts. Jasmine glanced at her watch. They were early. Much too early and Jasmine wasn't prepared for the sight of the father of her babies.

Every single pair of eyes were gawking and staring.

Her heart fluttered like a birds wings as she drank him in and inhaled sharply. Cristiano was dressed impeccably–as always, sharp and handsome as ever. His face was stoic. Jasmine couldn't but observe he fit perfectly between her father, Stefan and Zayn. They all gave off that matching dark and dangerous vibe. His gaze never left hers as everyone's interest was already focused upon him.

He was the center of attention for the moment.

A hot blush coated her face as couldn't help but stare. It was there again. That compelling aura that oozed from him, drawing the eye and making it impossible to look anywhere else other than him. The effect was dazzling and left her breathless every time.

She just didn't know how she was going to deal with her raging hormones whenever he was near. Although, she'd seen him, lived with him, carried their children in her womb, it was times like these when his presence hit her like a wind storm.

He wanted her, but he was waiting until she could be with him with no regrets. His control of his emotions was frightening, as frightening as her lack of it.

"Which one are you mentally undressing?" Sammy whispered to Camelia as soon as he got his mouth to work without taking his beady eyes off the men.

Camelia glances at him with a frown. "My husband, of course." She nudges his ribs. "What about you?"

"Mmmm. Every. Single. Damn. One." He took a long sip of his drink. "They're nothin' but blessed. Why not me, why?"

"Why not you, what? I don't understand?" Camelia asked, resuming to mentally dissecting her husbands clothes. Stefan caught her eye and sends her a wicked wink which had her blushing.

Sammy waved a hand dismissively. "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to God."

Something flickered in Cristiano's eyes as he finally turned his gaze to the rest of company. With the brief connection broken, a crushing sense of being trapped descended upon her.

He exuded a unique raw power and confidence nobody would have been able to pull off so effortlessly. And she couldn't help but be attracted to him–aroused by him. He was so incredibly sexy. . .

Damn her hormones. Damn them to hell.

Angry with herself, Jasmine bent her head, stood and maneuvered herself clear across the lawn of her parents backyard, scared to get sucked in by him again.

She exhaled slowly feeling him advance. It was proving impossible to remain immune to him. She despaired at the ever present desire she experienced whenever he was near. She wanted to deny him. To let him know that she didn't need him.

Unable to feel the presence of his stare on her back, Jasmine glanced over her shoulder and found Cristiano stopped before Sammy who was kneeling to collect the bag of candies. She watched as Sammy froze his movements, monetarily staring down at Cristiano's black polished shoes. His eyes slowly soaked every inch of his body, craning his neck upwards until he stopped at his eyes.

"Sweet mother of Jesus." She heard Sammy whisper in his sharpest lisp.

Cristiano thrust his hands in his pockets, eyebrows raised.