“I’m sorry,” Asher says. “I ruined it all, but I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.”
“It’s not that.” Rose looks between the two of us. She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders as if preparing to deliver bad news. “Yesterday, I found out—” She stops and takes another deep breath and then another.
Next thing I know, Rose is running from the room. I look over to Asher. He looks equally perplexed. We follow and find her huddled on the floor of the bathroom with her head in the toilet.
“Call the car, we’re taking her back to the hospital.” I kneel down and push the hair out of her face. “Hold on, sweetheart. We’ll have to the doctor in few minutes.”
She pulls back and leans her head against the shower stall. “I don’t need the hospital,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m pregnant.”
The word hangs in the air like an overfilled balloon ready to pop.
“I know it’s unexpected,” she says. “But at least one of you could say something. Anything.”
“A baby?” I say, stupidly. I’m a shell-shocked by the announcement, but luckily Asher had enough sense to pull himself together.
“You’re going to have our baby,” he says and scoops her up off the floor and kisses her. “I fucking love you.”
“You’re really fine with this,” she asks, softly. The doubt in her voice slays me, and I vow to do everything I can to erase that feeling. She’s never going to doubt how we feel about her again.
“Absolutely,” I say and kiss her temple. “More than fine. I can’t imagine being happier than I am right now. I love you.”
54
Rose
I had a plan. When I left for college, I vowed to have an ordinary life. One filled with a husband, a white fence and a golden retriever. I never thought this is where I’d end up.
I’ve got the golden retriever and the white fence—although it is more like an enormous, security wall than a fence—and instead of one husband, I end up with two.
A few days before Christmas, we had a small ceremony at the penthouse and exchanged vows. I legally married Asher Knight, but with some fancy legal paperwork pulled together by our lawyer, involving power of attorney and living trusts, all three of us now have legal rights and financial security.
Honestly, the legal stuff doesn’t matter to me as much as the personal commitment. They are mine, and I am theirs.
And our child will be raised in a warm and loving house.
Well, it isn’t exactly a house, more like compound. The guys have gone a little overboard. We ended up buying a large family home on the outskirts of town. It is more than big enough for our growing family, but soon after we moved in, the guys start making plans. They insisted we add several additional buildings. I understood the guest house. We all share the same desire to keep our private life private. That went up in January.
But I thought adding an office building is a bit excessive. The small building they’ve planned will be going in on the other side of the pool. There is going to be three offices—one for each of us, and a large conference room.
Leo tries to justify it by saying he doesn’t want to miss a second of our baby's life. But I know that the offices were Asher’s idea. He still hasn’t gotten over my kidnapping, and the idea of me taking maternity leave keeps him up at night. If they need to, the two of them could run Lash Equity without ever leaving the property--or me.
A construction crew broke ground in early March, and the building should be done long before the baby arrives. Even though I fought them on the expense, I’m actually grateful. I don’t want to give up my job, but I also don’t want little Ashley to be raised by a stranger. Now, I can work at home. I guess it’s one of the perks of sleeping with the bosses.
I rub a hand over my baby bump that seems to be growing bigger every day, and go back to unpacking the last bag of adorable pink outfits. I need to stay out of the shopping malls. Neither one of my men knows how to say no. If I so much as aww at something on display, I find it delivered to the house the next day. At this rate, baby Ashley won’t have to wear the same outfit twice until she’s five.
“How are my girls today,” Asher whispers into my ear and plants a kiss on the back of my head.
My skin tingles at the contact. I lean back against his hard chest and wiggle my ass. His cock immediately responds, and I laugh. “Is that for me?” Go, go second-trimester hormones. These days, all either one of the guys has to do is look my way, and I’m ready to drop my panties and mount them. I find this part of pregnancy much more appealing than the morning sickness.
“Really, woman? It’s not even lunch yet,” he says in mock horror. “Didn’t I rock your world this morning?” Asher tries to act put out, but he’s already pulling his shirt over his head and dragging me to the adjoining door that leads to our bedroom.
“It’s your fault I’m in this state,” I say, shimmying out of my jeans. “I can’t help it that I’m horny all the time.”
That pregnancy panel makes my jeans really easy to get off, and I wonder if quickies in the afternoon went into the design planning, or if it is just an unintended perk. I’m naked and crawling onto the bed in seconds.
“Trust me, Bambi. I’m not complaining,” he says and falls to his knees in front of me. “This is by far my favorite past time.”
He licks my pussy in one firm stroke and then clamps down on my clit, sucking. I bury my hands in his shaggy hair and press into his mouth. “Fuck. I’m so glad because— Oh, Yes. Right there,” I breathe already feeling the building climax coil in my belly. “Because you’re so good at it.”
Asher’s magic tongue is well on its way to bringing me some much-needed relief when Leo joins us. He doesn’t wait for an invitation. His clothes are off, and his mouth is on my nipples before I even register that he’s joined the fray. The added stimulation is enough to push me over the edge, and I’m screaming out my release.
The orgasm is enough to take the edge off, but one of the perks of having two guys is that I know that this is just the start. Leo lays back on the bed, and Asher helps me position myself. I straddle Leo, riding his cock until we’re both panting. Asher is behind me, cupping my breast, kissing my neck.
“Have I told you how much I love your new tits,” he says, biting the fleshy part of my shoulder.
“Just every time we’re naked,” I say, leaning my head back on his shoulder to give him more access. His cock pressing down the crevice of my ass and I push back. I miss the feel of both of them inside me, but we had to make some adjustments for my growing size.
Leo shifts my hips, helping me move. “You’re so tight and hot. I’m not going to last long.”
“Don’t hold back,” I say, panting, and grind down a little harder.
Just as I’m reaching the edge of another orgasm, Asher takes his cock in hand and presses it against the tight ring of muscle. “I can’t wait to have your ass again,” he growls into my ear, rubbing the sensitive spot. At his words, I explode, coming hard. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before Asher lifts me up and buries himself deep inside me. He pumps fast and hard, dragging out my pleasure. It doesn’t take him much longer until he shouts out his own release.
We all collapse in a satisfied heap, the sound of our labored breathing filling the room. Leo reaches over and rubs my belly while Asher curls a lock of hair around his finger. This might not be where I thought I’d end up, but I couldn’t be happier. I’m surrounded by love, and I can’t ask for anything more.
Epilogue
I stand by helplessly watching as the woman I love doubles over in pain. It’s been twelve hours since we left the house. Rose went into labor about four in the morning, and we’ve been at the hospital ever since. The midwife assures us that she’s making progress. But progress or not, her strength seems to be waning—along with her patience.
“Just breathe,” Leo says and rubs her lower back as another contraction hits her.
> “Don’t touch me,” Rose says and slaps his hand away. “What I need is space.”
She puts both hands on the wall and lowers her head, breathing through the contraction.
“You’re doing great,” Leo says from a few steps away this time. “Just keep breathing, and you’ll get through this.”
Rose shoots him a death glare, and even I step back. “I swear if you tell me to breathe one more time, I’m going to kill you.” She turns to me and holds out her hand. “Take me back to the room. I’m done walking.”
Obediently, I take her hand and shoot Leo a she’s the boss look. We only get a few feet down the hall when she grips my hand like a vice. I swear I hear the bones cracking, she’s squeezing so hard. Rose bends over again and pants. Learning from Leo’s mistake, I refrain from telling her to breathe.
“That was pretty close together,” Leo says, looking at his watch. We did the birthing classes together, but Leo takes his role as birthing partner very seriously. I’m pretty sure he memorized the What to Expect book down to the page numbers. “Do you feel the urge to push?”
“I feel the urge to stick my foot up your ass. Just get me back to the room. I need to sit. My legs hurt.”
We make it all the way back to the room this time before another contraction hits. Leo is right. They’re coming much faster now and seem way more intense.
After a full minute of breathing and swearing, Rose straightens. “Help me into the bed. Leo, call the midwife back in. I want this baby out now.”
Everything happens so fast after that. The room becomes a beehive of activity. The nurses and midwife get everything ready and then it is time.
My heart is racing with nervous energy. I grab Rose’s hand, and I glance over at Leo on her other side. I didn’t think it was possible, but this—starting a family with these two people—is the best thing that’s ever happened in my life. I can’t believe I almost screwed it up because now I can’t imagine my life without them. And we’re getting ready to add a new member to that family!
“Alright, are we ready to have a baby?” the midwife asks. “When the next contraction hits, I want you to bear down.”
“I’m so tired. I don’t think I can do this much longer,” Rose says with a bit of desperation.
I know just how she feels. This whole birth thing has been exhausting, and I’m not even the one in labor.
“It’s almost over, sweetheart,” Leo says and wipes a damp towel over her brow.
“You’ve got this, Bambi,” I say, squeezing her hand.
After few more contractions and a barrage of creative cursing on Rose’s part, the loud cry of a baby fills the room. They set our daughter on Rose’s chest. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. Ashley is wrinkled and squirming, with a tuft of dark hair, just like her mother's. Rose kisses our daughter and looks up at me. Her own hair is in a tangle, having fallen out of the braid hours ago. Sweat and tears mingle on her cheeks. But she’s never looked more gorgeous.
The nurse bundles up the baby and hands her over to Leo, and I tend to her mother.
“I love you,” I whisper against her temple and smooth back the stray hairs. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
She smiles weakly, and her eyes drop. “Remember that when you have to get up at three in the morning to change a diaper.”
Leo comes around to my side of the bed with Ashley in his arms. “She’s perfect.”
Leo holds out the baby for me to take and the second that bundle is in my arms, something I can’t explain happens. The whole world shifts. Nothing else before this moment matters. This baby—our baby changes everything. Her little eyes blink open, and her dark slate orbs bore into my soul and take up residence.
“Look at you, Ashley Rose,” I say. “Big, beautiful eyes just like your mom. Welcome to the family.”
I feel like everything I ever thought about love was wrong. My love for this child is instantaneous and bone deep. I look over to the bed searching out the other half of my heart. Leo is resting his head on Rose’s, and they are softly talking.
As corny as it sounds, I feel like the Grinch on Christmas morning. My heart swells, spilling over with love. With love for this new life and love for the woman who made all of this possible.
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