Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1596

Chapter 1596: Chapter 1596

Around midday, they reached a rise where the trees thinned and the sky opened. Before them stretched a wide, lush field filled with tall golden grass and strange blue flowers. At the far edge of it, nestled against a ring of standing stones, was a pool unlike the others they’d seen - oval, smooth, lined in silvery rock, and filled with water that shimmered like liquid moonlight.

"This is it," Rose whispered.

Zoey let out a breath and flopped onto the grass with a grin. "Good. My feet are killing me."

Scarlet laughed and dropped beside her, stroking her hair. "It’s those hips. They’ve gone goddess-wide."

"Yours aren’t exactly subtle either," Zoey teased.

They all laughed - soft and sweet and full of that strange joy that only came when fear had finally vanished.

Jude stepped into the center of the field and turned slowly, watching his wives spread out across the golden grass, finding places to rest, to sit, to touch one another. They brushed fingers down glowing thighs, kissed round bellies, pressed ears to each other’s skin to listen.

Sophie approached him quietly. "They’re growing fast."

He nodded. "Too fast?"

"No," Rose said, joining them. "Exactly right."

"How do you know?" he asked.

She looked at him with a smile that was no longer cryptic, no longer elusive. Just honest. "Because I feel it. In my blood. In my bones. The island isn’t forcing this. It’s matching our pace. We made love with power, Jude. With purpose. That rhythm shaped everything."

Lucy stood near the pool, her fingers grazing the edge of the silver stone. "This water... it’s singing."

Grace was the first to strip completely and slip into the pool, her body curving gracefully beneath the surface. "It’s warm. And deep."

One by one, the others followed. They moved through the water like they were weightless, like they’d always belonged there. Jude waded in last, pulling Lucy gently into his arms and kissing her softly beneath the water’s shimmer. They held each other close, then opened to the others as they drifted near.

The water cradled them. Their bodies touched, mingled, kissed. Not in heat this time, but in worship. Their hands glided over one another, soft lips pressed to shoulders, breasts, bellies, backs. Jude kissed each of them - forehead, mouth, heart - and they kissed him back like it was a vow.

As the sun sank low, they climbed from the water and lay in the grass, damp and radiant.

They didn’t speak.

There was nothing left to say.

Until the first contraction came.

It was Lucy.

Her breath caught, her hand tightening around Jude’s.

Rose was beside her instantly. "It’s beginning."

Jude knelt beside her, his heart racing, but Lucy just looked at him and smiled. "Don’t panic," she whispered, even as her body trembled. "This is supposed to happen."

The others gathered close. Some cried. Some laughed. Susan fell to her knees and kissed Lucy’s hand. Zoey held her head in her lap, stroking her hair. Sophie took Jude’s other hand and squeezed.

The island pulsed.

The sky darkened.

And within Lucy, life stirred to be born.

She gasped, her belly shining gold beneath the stars, and the pool behind them began to glow.

Jude looked up, breath frozen in his chest.

"It’s happening," Rose said again, voice steady, eyes glowing. "This is only the beginning."

Lucy cried out - not in fear, not in agony, but in something ancient, raw, holy. The sound echoed across the golden field, caught in the tall grass and carried by the island wind like a signal to the stars. Jude held her tightly, his arms steady even as her body writhed against him. Her legs pressed into the moss, her belly taut with light, her whole being trembling as if the entire world had curled up inside her and now begged to be let free.

Rose was already beside them, kneeling in the grass, her hands cool and calm. "It’s happening fast, but her body knows. She knows." She glanced up at the others. "Get towels. Fruit. Water. She’ll need strength."

Zoey moved immediately, stripping vines from the field and soaking them in the pool’s silver water. Grace and Stella gathered soft leaves and wide petals, spreading them beside Lucy like a silken cradle. Scarlet pressed cool fruits into Lucy’s hand, sliced open and dripping sweet nectar.

"I can feel her," Lucy whispered through clenched teeth. "She’s so close."

Jude kissed her temple, his fingers brushing sweat-soaked strands from her cheek. "I’m here. You’re not alone."

She shook her head. "I know. You’ve never left me."

A second contraction ripped through her, and this time her body arched so hard her back left the ground. A glow radiated from her stomach, pulsing, vibrating through the air and into the grass beneath them. The entire island answered - birdsong cut sharply to silence, the wind paused, the trees leaned forward as if watching.

Susan knelt beside her and touched her shoulder. "I think we all feel it. I feel something in me too. Like mine is listening to hers."

Sophie pressed her hands to her own belly, eyes wide. "Me too. Like they’re... connected."

Rose nodded solemnly. "They are. This is not one birth. This is the first."

Emma crouched behind Lucy, supporting her back with careful arms. "She’s crowning."

Jude’s heart was pounding, his pulse thundering in his ears. He moved down, positioning himself between Lucy’s thighs, hands trembling even as he tried to stay calm. He saw the glow, saw the soft shimmer of golden skin pushing through.

"She’s coming," he whispered. "She’s really - "

Lucy cried out again, louder this time, her voice a song of earth and sky and life. Her body opened like a flower. With a final push and a rush of warmth and light, the baby slipped into Jude’s waiting hands.

She was glowing.

Wet and tiny, but radiant, her skin shimmering like moonlight filtered through amber. Her fingers curled around Jude’s thumb, impossibly small and impossibly strong. Her eyes opened - and they were golden.