67-Beetlejuice

**Saviera's POV**

"Ride me, Zuri. Go slow," Daveed is on his back as Zuri straddles him. "Let me taste you, Sav."
I hoover over his face, and his tongue skillfully works through me. Zuri and I face each other, so while she slowly grinds up and down, we connect our lips for a passionate kiss. Daveed squeezes my thighs to hold me in place while devouring me. The sound of Zuri and my moans get louder as our hands explore each other's bodies. I can taste the vanilla ice cream on her tongue and the smell of maple syrup still clinging to our bodies. This is the sweetest love we have ever made.
My insides are pulsing, and my legs are trembling. Daveed suctions on the perfect spot before moving his tongue faster and holding me tighter against his mouth until my orgasm rolls through me. He doesn't stop feasting on me until Zuri reaches her climax too. We're both out of breath as we collapse onto the mattress, but we know Daveed needs more.
"Open your legs for me," I tell Zuri. I settle between her legs and arch my back for Daveed. The taste of Daveed and Zuri coats my tongue, my two favorite flavors in the world. Daveed slides into me and doesn't waste time being easy. I take it while keeping my mouth connected to Zuri's core. She brings her legs together, so I push them open again.
"Hold on to them, babe," I say. She holds her legs for me, and I get back to work. I slide two fingers in to massage her g-spot.
"Sav," her voice is barely a whisper, but it holds so much emotion. She quakes and releases over my fingers.
I push back on Daveed with every strong thrust he gives, and he fills me with his warmth, staying deep inside while he catches his breath. He pulls out and helps me lie down because my hips are stiff from being in that position. No one says anything for at least two minutes as we calm our racing hearts.
"We smell like we rolled around in hot syrup," Zuri said. We laugh way harder than we should have.
We took turns in the shower because there is no way we could all fit in the tub together. For the rest of the night, we watch movies and eat snacks from a vending machine.


Seeing the Statue of Liberty in person is nothing like seeing pictures. We decided it was good enough to look at it from a distance because we are not about to climb stairs anyway. The air is way colder than we're used to, so we went to a nearby Target to buy thicker winter coats and hoodies. We'll be here for only three more days, so we don't have to buy much.
"What is next on the list?" I ask.
"Next, we are going to see *Beetlejuice* on Broadway," Daveed responded, and I freak out. *Beetlejuice* is one of my favorite movies to watch this time of year.
"This is the best time of my life! When does it start?"
"Two o'clock. That is where the uber is taking us right now." He said.

We take our seats in the theatre, and the show begins soon after. The musical is everything I imagined it would be, but the longer I sit here, the more I start to hurt. I'm having those Braxton Hicks contractions again, but they're more uncomfortable than usual. Some of them, I have to take deep breaths through. The show comes to an end. We wait for most people to leave before we get up, so we don't have to fight with the crowd to exit.
"I really want to go lie down. I'm not feeling too well." I say as we stand up.
"Should I call Elaine and have her meet us at the hotel?" Zuri asked.
"To be honest, yeah. I don't think it's necessary to go to the hospital, but I don't feel right." Daveed already ordered the Uber right before the show ended, so thankfully we only waited a minute for it.
Elaine was already outside our hotel room, waiting for us to arrive. We step inside the room, and I lie down. Elaine checks my oxygen and blood pressure.
"Saviera, your oxygen is lower than normal, and your blood pressure is rising. We need to call an ambulance." She keeps her calm, but I know things aren't looking good. I feel a lump form in my throat.
"I'll call," Daveed said.
The paramedics get here fast and double-check my vitals.
"Her oxygen saturation is at ninety percent. We need her on oxygen right now." In a rush, I'm lifted into the ambulance. A paramedic puts an oxygen mask on me, and Daveed appears by my side.
"Where's Zuri?" I ask.
"Don't worry, Zuri is with Elaine. They're riding separately." Daveed takes my hand, and a paramedic starts an IV. I begin to doze off before we make it to the hospital, but my nap is short because an intense pain wraps around my belly.
I'm in a hospital room with nurses hooking me up to machines.
"Take deep breaths, Sav. You're doing great, but we need you to stay awake." Elaine's voice sounds from beside me. I look at her, and I see Daveed and Zuri right beside her. They look terrified.
"Is Jilly-bean okay?" I still have the oxygen mask on, so my words are muffled. That pain went away, but I have a feeling it'll be back. These have to be real contractions.
"She's just fine. The nurse gave you medicine to attempt to stop your labor. It might buy us a week or so at the very most, but you will have her early," I can't believe this is happening. A doctor walks into the room and introduces himself as Doctor Martin. He seems very kind, but I still don't know him, and I don't know how good of a doctor he is. I have to trust my baby's life to be in his hands. He checks for dilation, and I'm only at one and a half centimeters, thankfully. He said there is no telling how quickly that could change considering my circumstances, but going back on a plane is a bad idea. We will need to stay here until Jillian is born or drive home if I want my doctor to deliver our baby.
Hours pass, and the contractions subside. Zuri, Daveed, and I decided it would be best if we drive home first thing in the morning. I'll be kept in the hospital overnight for observation. If everything is back to normal without the help of oxygen, I can be released.
A nurse comes in to check on my vitals and to make sure no more contractions started. It's getting late, and there's only a small couch in the room for Zuri and Daveed to sit on.
"Is there any way we could get a second bed rolled in here for my wife to sleep on tonight? She's pregnant with twins, and I know she isn't comfortable on that couch," I ask.
The nurse makes a weird face, "She isn't a patient, so I can't do that."
"Then can I have Doctor Martin come back in here?" I do not like her attitude.
"He will tell you the same thing." She said.
"Then let him tell me, but I would like to speak with Doctor Martin," I fired back. I look to see her name is Helen. She huffs and leaves the room.
Doctor Martin comes half an hour later and asks what he can do for us. I told him about the nurse and asked again if we could get a bed for Zuri. He said it wasn't a problem and told me I will not have to deal with Helen for the rest of the night. I was never going to deal with her anyway; she was going to have to deal with me because I'll act like a fool in here if she wants to act funny. I'm thankful Doctor Martin cares enough about Zuri's pregnancy even though she isn't his patient. That is the moment he earned my trust.