by Mia Caldwell
Marco saw what his brother did and scrambled to get to his feet as well.
The adults turned on their camera phones and aimed them at the two babies.
“They’re competing,” Antonio said in delight. Joan’s chest filled with happiness at the sight of Antonio’s smile. She hadn’t seen him this happy since - well, the first time she’d met him in Paris, so many years before.
“There they go,” Susy shouted.
Hunter, who had zero interest in walking, took that moment to do a baby downward dog and watched the competition with his diapered butt in the air.
“Ryland’s going to be the first to walk.”
“Want to bet?” Julio said. “It’s going to be Marco, he’s my little athlete.”
“I’m not going to bet,” said Antonio, but he was laughing.
“Come here, Marco, come to Papa,” Julio shouted, as he stepped inside the playpen and began encouraging Marco to come to him.
“No, you don’t,” Lissa said as she joined him, shoving him aside. She slapped her hands on her knees, calling out to her prettiest child. “Come to Mama, Ryland, You can do it!”
Both boys hung onto the edge of the sturdy playpen wall, their legs wobbling as they looked at their parents and the other adults in the room.
Marco let go of the rail and stood there, wobbling, arms out for balance, but he didn’t fall. Julio let out a roar of pleasure and pride. “He’s walking. Look, my boy is walking.”
“He’s not walking, he’s standing,” Lissa retorted. “Look, so is Ryland.”
Sure enough, Ryland had done the same thing. He’d let go of the rail and he was standing on two feet.
At the same moment, they both took their first steps, walking towards their parents. The video camera’s continued to capture the moment. One step, two steps, and then they both fell down.
“You did it!” cried the parents, as they rushed to their respective babies.
Hunter rolled over onto his butt and let out a burp, and everyone laughed.
The parents took turns hugging and congratulating their two walking boys.
Susy spoke. “Well, I guess it’s a tie on who walks first. Who do you think will talk first?”
Joan was relieved that Marco had never spoken again since the night she’d heard him say Auntie Joan. No...She still held out hope that the first words would be something more palatable like Mama or Papa, or at very least, just plain no
Hunter was sitting on his butt, fingers clutching his toes as he spread his legs, and Joan wondered if he was feeling neglected as his thinner, more agile younger brothers were getting all the attention. Joan quietly let herself into the enclosure and went to Hunter. She sat down in a cross-legged position and lifted him into her lap.
Hunter held her stomach, then spoke.
“Baby,” he said, in a very baby-like voice.
Everyone stopped what they were doing. Even Marco and Ryland turned around.
Joan was stunned. Her face split into an enormous grin of delight. Baby was a good first word, she thought, and wiped her brow with relief. The two parents came over to their son, and Julio lifted Hunter into the air. “Did my brilliant son say his first word? Will you say it again?”
Hunter stretched and pulled and pointed at Joan, who’d gotten up from the floor with Antonio’s help. He was pointing right at her belly.
“Auntie Joan has baby in tummy!”
Lissa swooned and Antonio lunged to stop her from fainting. She recovered and fanned herself as Hunter spoke another full sentence. “Auntie Joan and Antonionno have baby.”
Joan and Antonio looked at each other.
“Oh, my God,” Susy screeched. “I’ve never heard of a baby speaking his first words in full sentences. I bet he’s a genius.”
Joan felt green. “Father,” Antonio said, clearly the secret was not something they were trying to hide. “Would you mind if I took this beautiful creature to the drug store? I’d like to know if I’m going to be a father before I go to prison.”
“No trouble at all, son,” said the Viscount.
Joan and Antonio went to the drug store, and she took several pregnancy tests while they were there.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, he stopped her from talking.
“Don’t tell me, don’t say another word. Not until you answer one question.”
He got on his knees before her and, in what was perhaps the least romantic proposal of all time, he asked her to marry him.
She said, “Yes. Oh, yes!” and kissed him, like lovers do.
When the kiss was over, he said. “So, is Hunter a psychic as well as a genius?”
She grabbed his arm and took him over to the testing strips, which she’d left in a paper towel by the door. Five separate tests all agreed.
He was pleased as punch and so was Joan.
They bought five more tests, just to make sure that everyone else agreed with Hunter’s proclamation, and walked back to the apartment hand in hand.
They didn’t quite make it to the front door, though, because Antonio couldn’t keep his hands off his fertile bride to be.
“Antonio, wait until we get home,” Joan said as he moved her into to the back of the foyer, where there was an unrented apartment with an estate sign touting its benefits. He tried the door.
“Damn it,” he said. He had his hand up her blouse and he was fondling her breasts, kissing her, pinching her nipples.
Joan’s pussy clenched with desire. She couldn’t wait until they got home. It was quiet in the foyer, no one would come. He dropped his pants, and she lifted her skirt and yanked off her panties, giving him access to her dripping sex.
“Oh God, woman, I’m going to die in prison. I’m going to think about your pussy every second I’m there.”
“I need you inside me,” Joan said, grabbing his hard, hot member and sliding it across her wetness.
“Damn, woman,” he gasped. He lifted her onto himself, jamming his cock into her, pulling her down on him, pressing his manhood deeper with every thrust as her body slammed against the wal at her back. The sound of their banging echoing in the hallway. Joan threw back her head, and it banged hard against the wall. “Ouch!” she cried out.
“Are you okay? Should I stop?” he panted.
“Don’t you dare, Oh, God!”
He came inside her as she twisted her legs around his hips.
When he finally lifted her off his dripping spear, she dropped to her knees and licked him clean.
It was a happy and satisfied couple that walked into the apartment a few minutes later.
“What took you so long?” Lissa asked.
“Did you get the tests?” Julio asked.
“Am I going to be a grandfather?” said the Viscount.
Antonio held out the bag. “Joan, go ahead and take the test. I’m sure everyone will be excited to find out, one way or the other. Oh, but before we do that, I’d like to make an announcement.”
“What?” Lissa said.
“Joan Edwards has agreed to marry me.”
Joan peed on five more test strips for the benefit of the family, and her heart raced with happiness, as each test came up positive.
When she came out all smiles and showed the five tests, champagne was poured for the Viscount, Lissa and Julio. Joan and Antonio lifted a glass of mineral water in the toast.
“To the fastest three-month prison term ever. I can’t wait to get back to my bride and be the best father and husband that ever walked out of a prison.”
Everyone said, “Here, here!” and they drank.
Epilogue
“YOU GUYS READY FOR this?” Hunter asked as they joined their parents in the hospital waiting room. Auntie Joan and Uncle Antonio had been married just like they wanted, but no one would tell them if they were having boys or girls.
“I bet they’re having boys, said Ryland.
“I’m going to be like Uncle Antonio and never make bets. Not worth it,” said Marco the athlete.
“You’re so full of yourself, professor,” Ryland said.
All the adults stood up as Antonio walked into the room.
“It’s all girls, identical triplets. I think I’m going to faint.”
“No!!!,” Ryland said, using his real voice since that was one of his favorite new words, but, when Ryland and Hunter and Marco got a look at their baby cousins through the window, they each smiled as big as they ever had as pride and love filled their hearts.
Three days later, Joan and Antonio brought home their three beautiful daughters, and put them to bed in their new home.
They would have made love that night to celebrate, but the little darlings didn’t let them sleep a wink. Which was fine with Joan and Antonio, because they’d never been happier before in their entire lives.
Of course, that’s because they didn’t know of all the joys yet to come.
The End
About the Author
Mia Caldwell has been fantasizing about stories of "Happily-Ever-After" since she was a little girl, and now that she's all grown up her "Happily-Ever-After" stories have taken a steamier turn! After graduating from college Mia still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do with her life. Bored with her day job as an Administrative Assistant for a non-profit, she started writing stories on the side and sharing them with her friends. They gave her the push she needed to share them with you!
She lives in New York with two rascally cats named Link and Zelda, eats too much chocolate and Chinese take-out, and goes on way too many blind dates. She's still waiting for Mr. Right, but in the meantime she'll keep dreaming up the perfect man!
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BOOK 1 - The Billionaire’s Triplets
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