Chapter 10
Ten
Jack
When I get home, the lights are all off—as expected—and Bennett’s car is gone. He messaged me earlier that they were going to see a movie. We don’t usually go out to the movies unless it’s a date night, and part of me wonders if they’re doing date night without me.
It shouldn’t make me feel left out. Arthur and Bennett have their own relationship’s needs, too. But it does. Maybe if I’d been home sooner, I could have gone with them.
Just more signs I need to work less.
Assuming they’ll stuff their faces with movie popcorn and nachos, I microwave a frozen pizza and eat in front of the television. I don’t even know what movie they saw.
I’m so used to having Arthur and Bennett around that I’m not sure what to do with myself. I turn on the game console and try to get into a new shooter, but my heart’s not in it.
Yeah, it’s been rough this last week, handling the rut. That woman with the red hair is all I can think about. She’s even in my dreams.
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it just thinking of her.
That plump rear. The pink pussy dripping with my husbands’ cum.
But Arthur and Bennett haven’t mentioned her once since our visit to the clinic, so they must not be as obsessed as I am.
They must not be feeling this same overwhelming need to see her again, to breed her again.
It’s just me. Which means I need to keep it to myself.
We haven’t heard from DreamTogether yet. Maybe if I visit again, I can satisfy this instinct for a little while longer, at least until rutting season ends.
We don’t need a woman in our herd—that’s the last thing I want—but if it were that woman on the bench…
Alone in the dark house, my thoughts drift back to Marilee. She was a wonder to me at first, a vision. She was everything I desired in a partner: funny, smart, sensual. She had an elegant face and long fingers that always looked so good wrapped around my dick.
I loved her, it’s that simple. I loved her with everything I had, and she took advantage of that. She used me and then threw me away.
That was the last time I’ll let a woman into my heart. No, our situation with the surrogate is more than sufficient for our needs.
Still, I wonder what the redheaded woman would look like facing me, sitting astride my hips, rising up and down on my cock. She probably has big tits, and I drool at the idea of finding my face between them.
I thought this kind of rabid instinct had died in me, and I’m annoyed to find it alive and well.
Finally, I hear the car pull up out front. Arthur and Bennett are talking so loudly as they go up the steps that I can hear them.
“That car chase!” Arthur is saying.
“I know, right?” Bennett opens the door, and the two of them step inside. “Those special effects were wild.”
I flip on a light so I don’t look like a creep, and they both glance up at me. Their easy smiles grow unsteady, but remain on their faces.
“Hey, Jack,” says Arthur. “Did you eat already?”
“Frozen pizza.”
“Dang.” He snaps his fingers. “We didn’t eat yet. Bennett, do you want fast food?”
I’m surprised they didn’t stuff their faces at the theater. Maybe it was too expensive. Prices have gone up these days, and it makes me feel old to remember how much a bucket of popcorn used to cost.
“Want to come?” Bennett asks me. “I know you already ate.”
“No, that’s fine.” I wave them off.
“I’ll get you some ice cream,” Arthur says in a tone that’s almost apologetic, then the two of them hustle back out the door. When it closes behind them, I’m certain of it.
Something is amiss, my instinct is telling me. I just wish I knew what.
The following week, I decide to put my foot down at the office and come home earlier.
I think my husbands need more of my attention if they are in the throes of rutting season the way I am.
Besides, it will be creating better patterns for when the fawn comes.
Then, after it joins our family, my biology will change, and I won’t have to suffer through this every spring.
I just have to make it that long.
Bree
Every night, like a good surrogate, I pee on the stick, turn it upside down, and wait the required time. Then I flip it over and check.
Friday: Single line.
Saturday: Single line.
Sunday: Single line.
Monday: Double line—
I freeze after turning over the test. There it is. The symbol that we’ve done it.
Holy shit. I’m going to have a baby. I’m pregnant for the first time in my entire life and I’m really doing this.
Yanking out my phone, I prepare to text Mangelli. But in a moment my brain catches up and I stop myself.
He’ll find out as soon as I get the result verified by DreamTogether. Then they don’t have to keep any secrets from Jack.
I still wonder what they meant about protecting him.
After calling it in, the techs at DreamTogether ask me to come into the clinic.
There, they do all sorts of tests, then a very uncomfortable ultrasound, before determining that yes, I am pregnant.
Yes, there is a single baby satyr growing inside me.
If everything goes to plan, it’ll pop out in ten months.
I’m grinning as I head home. Finally, Mangelli and Bennett will get what they’ve wanted, and I’ll receive a real nice check every month to pay for my expenses.
Maybe I’ll take a little time off from the cam, go on a trip or something.
I haven’t traveled at all since I started my business while I was still working at the tea shop with Tilly. Couldn’t afford it.
Maybe I’ll see if she wants to go with me somewhere warm. Besides, I’ll need something to get my mind off those two satyrs after they’re gone.
Bennett
The three of us are in a pile on the couch, watching the latest award winner movie—yawn—when Jack’s phone rings. He got home surprisingly early today, which is a nice change of pace.
He picks up the phone languidly, as we all assume it’s spam now when a phone rings. But then he freezes.
“Turn the movie off,” he snaps at Arthur, who hurriedly presses pause. “It’s DreamTogether.”
Now all of us are completely still, holding our breath as Jack answers the phone.
“Hello, it’s Jack,” he says with professional calmness.
I can hear a woman speaking on the other end but can’t make out the words. That’s fine, though, because the grin spreading across my husband’s face is all the evidence I need.
Bree must be pregnant—which means we’re going to have a fawn. We’re going to be dads.
Arthur lets out a yelp the moment Jack thanks the woman on the other end and hangs up.
He hops off the couch and dances around in a circle, waving his butt every which way.
I turn to Jack, whose mouth is hanging open, his eyes unfocused.
I grab him in a hug, pulling him close, and he envelops me in his arms in return.
“We did it,” I whisper to him, running my hand through his mane. “We’re gonna have a family.”
Jack nods furiously but doesn’t speak. When we finally pull apart, because Arthur is crowing like an unhinged child, Jack’s eyes are moist.
“Wow,” he murmurs, looking down at his hands. “A fawn. Life is going to change so much.”
“Yep!” Arthur leaps onto Jack’s lap, making our buck gasp in surprise. “Time to start cleaning up the office.”
“Maybe we should get a different house,” Jack says. “More rooms.” His face lights up. “Yeah! We should do it now, before the fawn comes.”
I pat his back. “We have plenty of time. Not a bad idea, though.”
I haven’t seen Jack this enthusiastic about anything in ages, and it makes me warm inside. We made the right decision to go to DreamTogether—and to keep our activities with Bree under wraps. This is the bubble of happiness I’ve been missing.
To celebrate, Jack opens a bottle of bubbly and we all drink some, toasting to our surrogate.
Then, after consuming probably too much alcohol, I go to the bathroom to piss and return to find Arthur bent over the couch, Jack voraciously thrusting in and out of him.
I decide to leave them to it, heading to my computer in the office.
Opening a browser window, I send a ten-dollar tip to Sienna, which allows me to direct message her.
Great news, I type. I hope you’re doing all right.
The response comes quickly. No puking yet.
I smile at the screen. Good. Hopefully it stays that way.
After closing out the browser, I shut my computer and sit in the dark for a moment, listening to Arthur’s moans on the other side of the wall.
He’s right in wanting a relationship with her. I, too, am already wondering and worrying. Now that I know our fawn is growing inside her, I want to be near her.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe we should tell Jack. Maybe he would want that, too, if he got the chance.
I just have to figure out the best way to tell him.
“We absolutely should not do that,” Arthur says when I bring it up on our way to yoga with Bree. “How suspicious would that look, that we’ve been seeing her without telling him up until now?”
“We could make something up. Say we just found out. Bree would play along.”
Arthur frowns. “I don’t want to make her do that.”
But I know he feels the guilt, too. He’s just better at compartmentalizing.
When we see her outside the yoga studio, smiling so wide her eyes squeeze closed, my heart soars. Arthur runs up to her and throws his arms around her without a shred of propriety, hugging her with his whole body.
“Breeeee,” he squeals, and she flails in his tight embrace. “We did it!”
“Sure did,” she answers with a giggle. Finally, he lets her go, and she straightens her shirt to stop it from exposing her juicy tits. “I wonder which one of you it was?”
“Well, Arthur had the best chance,” I say, tucking some of her curly red hair back.
Her green eyes lift to mine, and I consider kissing her the way Arthur did the other day—but that’s a level of intimacy I’m not sure I want to foster.
“But given the timeline, it could have been any of us at DreamTogether.”
“Was… Jack excited?” she asks.
“Over the moon. He almost cried.”
She smiles. “Good.”
We decide to actually do yoga, since Bree’s stream doesn’t start until afterward. We told Jack we’d be getting dinner and drinks with some of Arthur’s yoga friends, and he just sighed and said he’d eat leftovers.
I chew on this image of Jack at our house alone as we head into the studio.
All during the class, I watch Bree stretch out in front of me, her curves on full display in her tight spandex.
It’s a sight to behold. The guilt weighs on me as much as I long to lick her, to splay her out in front of me and sink my cock into her.
Especially now that I know what’s inside her, how she’ll get bigger and rounder with our fawn, there’s drool pooling in my mouth.
Jack
I knew something was strange when Bennett said he was going to yoga with Arthur again. Bennett’s the kind of satyr who lifts when he goes to the gym. He does the minimum amount of cardio, focusing on strength training.
Bennett and yoga don’t go together.
As I eat, I’m curious what restaurant they went to for dinner. Which of Arthur’s many friends are these?
Bennett shared his location with me a few years ago when I was trying to find him on vacation, and it’s still on. I tap and pull it up, expecting to see downtown. The studio is close enough that heading downtown for food makes the most sense.
Instead, his dot is hovering in a building to the east, by the highway. When I zoom in, it looks like an apartment building. There’s a street view, and sure enough, it’s a two-level complex with a dingy parking lot.
What is he doing there?
Maybe they’re eating dinner at someone’s house. I decide to call him with an innocuous question, like where he left the iron, to get a sense of what might be going on.
The phone rings. And rings. And rings.
No answer. That’s weird. Instead, I decide to call Arthur, who never has his phone on silent. It drives me crazy because he’s always getting calls and text messages so loud that we all jump out of our skins.
The phone rings again. Nobody answers.
Now I’m worried. Did someone kidnap them? Are they being held against their will?
Without thinking twice, I grab the keys and head out to my SUV, setting my map to take me to Bennett’s dot. Then I drive.