39. Aubree
THIRTY-NINE
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Mommy, someone’s here,” Evie yells from somewhere in our apartment. It’s the kids’ first day of school, and we’re running behind because… well, it’s the first day of school, and that’s how it sometimes goes when you have two kids.
Thanks to Viviana, my new baker, I no longer have to get up early or stay late baking. With the schedule we’ve put together, she’ll be handling it all since her entire job is to bake. It’s going to cost me a pretty penny, but with the kids getting older and not wanting to wake up at the crack of dawn or hang out in the bakery all afternoon, it’s worth it.
As I step out of the bathroom, Evie says, “Who is it?” I’m too far away to hear who answers, but she says, “It’s Hayden and Brody,” letting me know. “Can I open the door?”
“Go ahead.”
She unlocks the door, then swings it open, and my gorgeous boyfriends are standing on the other side, dressed to the nines in their corporate suits.
“What are you doing here?” Evie asks, giving each of them a hug.
“Hey, guys!” Miles says, coming out and giving both of them a fist bump. “What are you doing here? We have school.”
I can’t help but smile at how they’ve won over both of my kids—not unlike how they won over my heart in the same way and just as quickly.
“We know,” Hayden says as they step inside. “We brought breakfast.” He pulls a bag out from behind his back.
“And good luck gifts,” Brody adds, showing his own bag.
“You brought me a gift?” Evie gasps.
“Yep,” Brody says, opening the bag and pulling out the backpack Evie wanted but they were out of at the store when we went school shopping. She decided to keep the backpack she had because she couldn’t find one that she loved, and I told her we would check back again later.
The second she sees it, she squeals and hugs both of the guys again. “Thank you! Thank you! I love it. I need to switch all my stuff out.”
“And this is for you,” Hayden says to Miles, handing him a box.
He snaps it open, and his eyes widen. “It’s like yours,” Miles says in awe. A lump fills my throat, choking me with raw emotion. The other day, Miles mentioned how much he loved Hayden’s watch. Hayden told him that his grandfather bought it for him for his high school graduation, telling him that he got him a watch to remind him how precious time is and to never waste it. To live life and make the most of it. A couple of months later, he passed away. Miles told him that he loved it and said he never had a watch before. Then he asked me if his dad had a watch—and was bummed to learn he didn’t.
“It’s the same brand,” Hayden says, “but in your size.” He takes it out and puts it on Miles’s wrist. “It’s to wish you a good year at school.”
“Thank you,” Miles says, “I love it.” After admiring it for a moment, he says, “Are you coming to my hockey practice after school?”
“Of course,” Hayden says.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Brody adds, grabbing the bag of food and pulling a box out. We eat the muffins and pastries they brought while the kids talk about the friends they’re excited to see. Evie reminds me she has gymnastics—thankfully, both their new sports are at the same place—and then we head down to wait for the bus. After wishing them an amazing day at school, they jump on the bus, waving before the door closes and they’re off.
“You didn’t have to come by this morning,” I tell Hayden and Brody once the kids are gone, “but thank you.” As I give them each a kiss, thinking about how happy my kids were this morning, how happy they’ve been the past several weeks, it feels like our family is finally healing, and I can’t help but feel like the two guys in front of me have a lot to do with that.
Hayden
Dinner tonight to celebrate the kids’ first day of school?
Brody
We can go out or bring the food to you.
Me
My place sounds good.
“I love this.”
“Love what?” I glance at my best friend in confusion. We’ve just finished with the morning rush and are cleaning the tables during the downtime before our next rush hits.
“You, happy,” she says with a soft smile. “I forgot what it looked like after Peter passed away, and I was worried I’d never see it again. But those guys have done the impossible. They’ve made you genuinely smile again.”
“Sometimes I think I’m crazy for allowing myself to love two men. For exposing my children to a situation that is not the norm. But then I think about how short life is and how blessed I am to have found not one but two men who love me and my kids after thinking I’d never find anyone after Pete.”
I glance at the time. It’s still early, which gives me an idea.
“Go ahead,” Lacey says with a smirk.
“What?”
“Oh, like you weren’t thinking about going to see the guys for a little office romp.” She laughs. “I have things under control here. Go get laid.”
“Have I ever told you that you’re the best friend a woman could ever have?”
“Yeah, yeah. Have fun.”
Less than twenty minutes later, Hillary, Brody’s assistant, lets me know that the guys are in a meeting, but if I want to wait in Brody’s office, I can, and they should be done shortly.
On my way back, I notice Hayden’s name on a plaque on the outside of a door. It must be his office. Since the door is open, I step inside and find it’s empty, nothing proving this is his office… until I see the drawings on the wall. Drawings Evie made. I step around his desk to get a closer look, and my eyes land on several pictures—of us, of my kids and me. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume Hayden had a wife and children—a family.
My heart expands at the thought that he cares about us so much he proudly displays my daughter’s drawings and our photos in his office.
I leave his office and head back to Brody’s since that’s where she told me I could wait, and when I get inside, I’m shocked to find the same things in Brody’s office—shocked because I didn’t expect either of them to have their offices filled with drawings and pictures as if they’re displaying the evidence of having a family.
A family.
They love my children and me and want to be a part of our family.
“Hillary mentioned you were here,” Brody says. “Everything okay?”
I glance up at him, my eyes blurry with unshed emotion, and find both him and Hayden standing there, looking concerned.
“What’s wrong?” Hayden asks, stepping toward me. “Did something happen with the kids?”
“You guys have drawings…and pictures…”
Their features both contort into confusion.
“From Evie,” I explain, though I’m so choked up with emotion, it’s hard to speak. “The drawings she made you guys. And pictures,” I add. “I saw them in Hayden’s office, and they’re in yours.” I point at the picture frame on Brody’s desk.
“Of course, we do,” Hayden says, bridging the gap between us and pulling me into his arms. “It’s bad enough we have to go hours, sometimes days, without seeing you guys. The office is where we spend the majority of our time.”
“I love you,” I breathe, wishing there was a better phrase to describe how I feel, how full my heart feels. “I love you both so much.”
I press my lips against Hayden’s, tasting his warmth, his love. “I want you…now.”
I hear the door close, but I pay it no mind as Hayden lifts me onto Brody’s desk and tears my clothes off my body.
Brody joins us a few seconds later, and the guys work together to undress me while kissing me, touching me, and making me feel good.
I kiss Hayden and stroke Brody.
I can’t get enough. It’s never enough. I always want more of them. Of their bodies, their heart. I want it all. Maybe that makes me selfish, but when you’ve experienced the bad, you tend to cling to the good. When you’ve felt the loss, the heartbreak, you grab ahold tightly to the people who are alive and able to love you.
Hayden enters me first, pounding into me with such vigor that if he weren’t holding my legs, I’d probably fly off the desk.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans. “You’re ours, baby. You know that, right?”
His eyes meet mine, filled with promises of love and lust and…tomorrow.
“Tell us you’re ours,” he growls, slamming into me over and over again.
“I’m yours,” I breathe as Brody pinches my nipples, kisses my neck, and massages my clit. “I’m both of yours.”
Hayden slows down and leans in, his lips brushing against mine. “And we’re yours,” he murmurs against my mouth. “All fucking yours.”
With his words, I come hard around his cock and all over Brody’s fingers.
Hayden finds his release, and then with a soft kiss, he pulls out, and Brody takes his place, entering me slowly. I’m drenched from my orgasm and Hayden’s cum, but Brody doesn’t care. He groans as he slides in and out of me, filling me with his length. He kisses me sweetly, murmuring how much he loves me and how important I am to him.
Hayden stays close by, touching me the way Brody just was, working me up toward another orgasm. He nips at my heated flesh and strokes my clit. And then I’m coming again, taking Brody over the edge with me.
“I want this,” I tell them once I’ve come down from my orgasm, needing them to hear the words. “I want both of you, forever.”
Brody cradles my face. “That’s the plan,” he murmurs, kissing me softly.
“As long as you’ll have us,” Hayden adds, squeezing my hip.