“Don’t let them run either of you out.”
Tyler smiled. “Sweetheart, do you think they could if they tried?”
She fought another wave of grief. Everything she’d read, everything Tyler had found out, the classes, all warned of this. Emotions and hormones swinging all over the pendulum. Her life as she knew it was about to end. How would her boys be once everything changed?
Hours later, both men held her hands when the doctor came in to check on her. He nodded to the men. It was almost over.
Weak and tired, Nevvie wanted to give up while both men encouraged her to hold on a little longer. The pain meds had worn off and it wasn’t possible to give her more without knocking her out. All three agreed they didn’t want that.
Thomas carefully climbed into bed to sit behind and hold her. She lay against him, weak, trembling, and scared.
Tyler sat beside her, her hand in his, holding her gaze, talking to her, trying to keep his own emotions at bay.
She didn’t hear the doctor instructions, focused on Thomas’ soothing voice in her ear and Tyler’s calming look. When the end came she tried to hold on through the pain, squeezing their hands, closing her eyes and finally screaming.
Then it was over.
She collapsed against Thomas, his arms around her as he looked down the bed at the doctor. Tyler held his breath and prayed.
All three sobbed at the small, keening cry.
“Congratulations,” the doctor said. “It’s a boy.”
Three days later, Nevvie laid in bed at home and nursed their son. Tiny fingers and tiny toes fascinated the men. While she had no proof of which was the father, the baby’s intense blue eyes and wispy blond hair provided a hint.
Secretly, she was pleased. Next time she knew Tyler would help ensure their baby had Thomas’ brown eyes. But the few deep wounds that still scarred Tyler’s soul seemed miraculously healed with the arrival of their baby, and it had been Tyler’s idea to name him after Thomas’ father.
When the little guy finished and fell asleep, Tyler carried him to the nursery, the bedroom next door. He returned to find Thomas and Nevvie curled together.
“How do you feel, sweetheart?”
“Tired. Sore. Happy.”
Now that Adam Kinsey-Paulson had arrived, trepidation and anxiety had disappeared. Tyler sobbed with joy when they broke the news in New York, upset he hadn’t been with them to hear it and mad at himself the home test was wrong, causing her days of grief. She couldn’t imagine not having him there with her every step of the way. She’d always dreamed of them getting the news together, holding hands and rejoicing as one, but that minor disappointment was soon overshadowed by their preparations.
The puzzled looks they’d received at childbirth classes cracked them up. Perhaps assuming she was their surrogate, some couples reacted in surprise during class introductions when Nevvie referred to the men her husbands. Eventually those looks ceased and while both men usually went with her, sometimes only one could attend.
Only one nurse had dared to impart her version of morality on them during the labor and delivery process. Thomas’ angry complaint to the nursing supervisor got them a new nurse who made both men comfortable and welcomed during the delivery.
Tyler turned on the baby monitor then crawled into bed next to her. “It’ll be weeks, I’m sure, before you’re ready to ease back into things.
She kissed him. “We can compensate. And that doesn’t mean the two of you can’t have fun.”
The men exchanged looks. “That doesn’t seem fair to you,” Thomas protested, but she watched the front of his jeans fill in as he looked at Tyler.
“Didn’t my masters promise they’d give their little slave anything she wanted?” They had rarely played the slave game during her pregnancy, and not at all during the last few months.
She noted Tyler’s stunned look and his equally large bulge. He nodded.
“Haven’t I been a good little slave?”
Both men nodded again.
“Your little slave would love to watch her masters fuck each other. Maybe they’ll be nice enough to let me suck their cocks, too.”
Thomas grinned and shrugged, sitting up to unbutton his shirt. “Far be it from me to deny my sweet little slave anything she wants.”
Tyler raced to remove his shirt. “That makes two of us.”
THE END
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