CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
MAV
I walk to the bathroom and don’t bother knocking, because if I did, I’d likely be told not to enter. We aren’t doing that, so I just walk in. Lucy sets the test on the bathroom counter and turns to me with a glare. “Do you have to be such a bell-end?”
Taking her into my arms, I kiss her on the top of her head. “I’m looking after you, baby. That’s my job. That’ll always be my job.”
She sighs audibly as she wraps her arms around my waist. “Lucy, do you not want to be pregnant?”
Resting her face against my chest, she answers softly, “It’s not that I don’t want to be, Mav. I just don’t want to bring a child into a temporary family. How terrible would it be for our child to have all of us together, and then suddenly one day it’s only me.”
I grab her shoulders to move her back, then place my thumb and forefinger on her chin and tilt her head back. “Listen to me very carefully, Lucy, because I’m not going to continue having this conversation with you.”
She blinks back tears threatening to fall. “This is not temporary. You’d have to leave us; we’ll never leave you. And rest assured, baby, if you leave, I will fucking find you and bring you back home where you belong, with us.”
I chuckle at her shocked expression. “You’re ours, Lucy, forever.”
The timer goes off on her phone, and her eyes widen with a gasp. “Can you? I can’t.”
She switches the sound off on her phone and I kiss her softly. “Of course, baby.”
Picking up the test off the counter, I look at it hard, then turn it and look again. I grunt, “I think it’s faulty, it just has two pink lines. It doesn’t say pregnant or not pregnant.”
Again, Lucy gasps loudly. “I’m pregnant?”
I scratch my head in confusion, because didn’t I just tell her the test was faulty?
“What?”
She giggles. “Mav, if it’s positive it has two pink lines, one means negative. So, if it has two pink lines then I’m pregnant.”
Lucy grabs the test from my hands and stares at it, with tears streaming down her face, she says quietly. “I’m pregnant. I’m having a baby.”
Dropping to my knees, I kiss her belly. “ We’re having a baby. As much as I want to hog this moment with you, we need to tell the others.”
“What are they doing?” she asks, and I chuckle. “Fucking. Project Breed Stella is in effect.”
“Poor Stella,” she says as I climb up off the floor. Yeah, I’m sure it’s pure torture for her to be given all this attention, not to mention orgasms. As soon as I know Lucy is safe to continue in this pregnancy, I’ll be joining in, because there’s no way I’m not fucking my other girl. Gage and Sebastian are complete psychos but they’re right, both women carrying our children will be fucking hot.
STELLA
If this is how it’s going to be for these two men to breed me, I could get used to it. They both fucked me twice. It was the after, that for me, was honestly the best part. Sure, I enjoyed the multiple orgasms they gave me, but the way they hold me now and take turns kissing me, like not only do I matter, but I’m everything; that’s a powerful feeling and it’s new to me. We sit on the couch, me sandwiched between two of my hot men, Sebastian is kissing me until Gage pulls my face to his and presses his lips to mine.
“Jesus. Do you three ever get enough?” Mav says from behind us.
Him and Lucy walk around to us, her cheeks are pink as she stares at the floor, instantly telling me something is up.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispers.
I do what I’m expected to do and get up and hug her. “Congratulations.”
Then I let them celebrate and go to the kitchen, because I’m the only one that has no part of making this baby. Do I feel like a piece of shit for this feeling like a negative thing for me? I do. I don’t want to have these emotions right now. I want to be happy for my best friend. All I can think about is, what if they don’t want me anymore? What if they all have this incredible bond because a baby does bond people, and I… What if I never get pregnant? The one thing Sebastian and Gage clearly want so desperately may be the one thing my body will never do. You can’t control whether or not you get pregnant. Some women end up with a child and don’t want it. Others try for a decade, and it never happens. Sure, there are things we can do to encourage it, or prevent it, but there’s no guarantee as much as they try, that I will ever give them a child.
LUCY
My mind is still reeling from the realisation that I’m pregnant, that they put a damn baby in me, but I can’t miss the fact that Stella has disappeared on us. Mav says they’re working on ‘breeding her’ which, by the way, sounds really bloody offensive, but maybe that’s not even what she wants. If anyone knows how pig-headed, and pushy they get when they decide something, it’s me.
I wait until the guys are all slapping each other on the back, like they’re all gods or heroes for getting a woman up the duff, and I go looking for Stella. I really want to talk to her anyway, because this is scary stuff, and I need my girl. First though, I need to make sure she’s alright, because it’s not like her to run from what is apparently good news.
“Babe? You okay?” I find her standing in the kitchen, staring into the fridge, like it holds something special that I can’t see when I look over her shoulder. As I thought, something’s bothering her, and maybe it’s about the baby thing, and maybe not.
“Stella, talk to me,” I say, turning her around to face me as I close the fridge. Her eyes are wet, but she’s trying to smile at me.
“I bloody knew it. Are they pushing you into getting up the duff too? Babe, we don’t both have to go through this crap if you don’t want to. I mean, I don’t really…” I trail off as tears start to flow again, and somehow, I just know I’m fucking this up. She’s not upset about them being obsessed about baby making all of a sudden.
“Babe, is it because of this?” I point at my stomach, like it’s the real problem, and I’m still not sure it isn’t, but she lowers a trembling hand and presses it over my belly button, shaking her head slowly.
“You’re giving them what I might not be able to. I’m glad one of us can do that,” she says quietly, suddenly turning back to the fridge and opening it again.
“Fuck the fridge, babe. What’s going on? Is there a problem with your uh… is there a uh… is there a reason you say that? Or is it just because you’re not right now?”
She grabs beers from the fridge, her hands clenching after she sets them down on the counter. There are three beers for the guys, then she grabs another, and bites her lip.
“You’ll need to have something non-alcoholic now, of course. I can make you some tea?”
She’s deflecting. She’s fighting her pain by focusing on me, and that’s not what I want. She needs to let me in, so I can support her, or help her, or hell… call her a twat, if she’s just making an assumption right now.
“Stel, is there some medical reason you’re thinking you can’t get pregnant? Do they know?”
She shoots a worried look at the doorway but nobody’s there, it’s just us.
“I took out my IUD, Lucy. It’s been ages, and you’ve seen how much they all cum in us. I should be pregnant. You shouldn’t be, not with your implant, but I should be. Something has to be wrong, and I’m afraid that no matter how much they keep trying, it’s just not going to happen with me.”
My god. She’s going through all this worry, and I was getting edgy because I wasn’t sure I wanted the very thing she’s so desperate for.
“I’m sorry, Stel. I didn’t mean to, and I’m not even sure I wanted to, but I mean, this doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t. Maybe two of them are firing blanks, and the odds aren’t even as high as we think!”
“Who’s firing blanks? You better not be saying that about me,” Sebastian says, stepping into the room, and pausing as he takes in Stella’s distress. “What’s going on?”
SEBASTIAN
It takes me about half a second after walking into the room to see visibly that Stella isn’t okay. Her wet eyes, and heartbroken expression, tell me that. Did they get into a fight? I know women tend to have disagreements, but I’ve never seen it with these two. It would be normal if they had, but they are always laughing and completely supportive of each other. So, this is bizarre and I intend to get to the bottom of it.
“Are you two arguing?”
They both look at me like I have two heads as they simultaneously answer, “No.”
Alright, so that’s not it. Then it hits me.
“Was I too rough? Did we hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m fine, Sebastian.”
“Something is bothering you, baby.”
Stella clenches her fists at her sides. “Do you know what’s bothering me? Living with the four of you. I hate it. I can’t get five fucking minutes to myself. If you really care, Sebastian, fucking give me that.”
Both Lucy and I wear matching shocked expressions as she storms out of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. Something is very wrong because this isn’t Stella. I’m tempted to chase her to wherever she went to hide, but I don’t, because her words keep playing in my brain like the worst soundtrack I’ve ever heard.
Lucy gently touches my arm and I turn to her. “She hates living with us?”
She laughs softly. “No, Sebastian, she doesn’t. Stella is lashing out because she doesn’t know how to handle her emotions right now.”
“How do I help her when I don’t even understand what’s happening?”
Lucy wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me. “You give her a little time to herself, and then you go find her, and tell her you are there to listen to her with no judgement. Don’t tell her how to feel. Just listen.”