30. Liv
30
LIV
I nervously pace around the living room of my brother’s lake house. I’ve been here a month—resting, reading books, and trying to figure out what comes next for me. The network kindly allowed me take a leave of absence before my upcoming maternity leave, but I made it clear that I wanted to come back as soon as I was feeling better.
Strange enough, Travis also took a leave of absence. A younger guy, much nicer might I add, took over for him for the time being. We have had some really productive conference calls over the past couple of weeks, and I really like his energy.
I’m not sure how my brother managed to keep the lake house a secret, but at least the press hasn’t found me here… not yet, anyway. I have been holed up, staying out of sight, and starting to go stir-crazy.
Who knew one could actually miss going to the grocery store?
The singular staff member that works around the property has been getting me all of the items that I need as far as groceries and supplies.
My focus has been reduced to not feeling sick every day, getting some much-needed rest, and trying not to stress over the hockey matches that I longingly watch on the massive TV in the living room.
It kills me not to be there watching the boys play, commentating on their triumphs and skills, but I honestly hadn’t realized just how tired I was. I had been working so hard for years, pushing to get to the top of my career. Apparently, it all finally caught up with me.
“Thanks for making me take care of myself,” I say to the tiny lives inside my body. I press a hand to my lower abdomen and close my eyes.
Sometimes, I think I can feel the thread of life between me and the babies thrumming with energy.
I smile as I realize that all three of the potential fathers are some of the most high-energy and charismatic people I have ever known. It only makes sense that their children would have a unique and transmittable energy, too.
I can foresee lots of after-school activities and early mornings on the ice.
I grin. I’m going to like being an active and fun mom. I have no idea how I feel about the tough parts of actual parenting, but I suppose I’ll figure that out on the fly, like all parents do.
I unlock my phone screen and sigh. The boys are coming to see me today but they’re running a little late. Not that I’m that surprised; it’s hard to find any spare time in the middle of a normal season, let alone preparing for the Stanley Cup.
My phone buzzes with a notification and I eagerly unlock it. My mother sent an email to check on me. I smile as I read her message.
My folks had taken my pregnancy news better than I had expected, although my mother continues to tell me I had better marry someone soon. She also asked about a skin cream she had sent me from Europe, one that helps to prevent the stretchmarks she was positive I was going to get.
The cream arrived yesterday , I reassured her. It smells nice, thank you .
I have to admit I hope the cream is beneficial in helping to prevent stretch marks. Lord knows these two little ones will have me looking like an alien soon enough. Besides, it gives my mother something to focus on other than the fact that her daughter doesn’t know who the father of her babies is.
I have to admit I’ve lost some sleep over that question, trying to decide whether or not I should have a DNA test done on the babies. I finally decided that I would leave it up to the men. If they want to know, then I will agree to one.
It makes no difference to me who actually fathered the babies. All I care about is that they are strong and healthy. However, the three of my men look so different from one another that I figure we might get some idea of which of them is the father once the twins are born.
I just need to be sure that we’re all on the same page about this important aspect of co-parenting. The boys can be very competitive with one another, and I don’t want this to be a new point of contention.
When the doorbell rings, I bolt to my feet, having to steady myself for a moment. I still get lightheaded from time to time, but the morning sickness seems to have finally left the building. I could not have been more glad to get back to feeling like myself again.
However, I did spend a few moments biting my lip while staring at my thickening waistline this morning. I hoped that the boys would be okay with a little more of me to love, because I was already showing.
I hurried to the door and pulled it open to find the three of them standing on the porch awkwardly, each one holding a peace offering. Aiden stood in the front of the pack with a huge bouquet of flowers, Dimitri was behind him with a box of chocolates, and Connor was holding a gift basket with bath supplies.
“Boys,” I say with a sly grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Aiden chuckles as he steps past me into the house, pausing to press a kiss to my lips as he goes by. The other two do the same, and I feel a tingle of lust race up my spine. I didn’t realize how much I had missed them until that moment.
“You look amazing,” Connor says to me, his hand slipping along my waist as he walks inside the lake house. He eyes move over me up and down, and I can see the lust in his gaze.
I close the door and lean against it, biting my lip. “Not too fat?” I ask. “I’m already showing a little.”
“You’re glowing and you look great,” Dimitri reassures me.
“We’ve all missed you,” Aiden throws in. “I think about you all day, even in practice. I wish we could come home to you every night.”
I sigh and gesture for them to follow me to the living room. I perch on the edge of the couch, looking at each of their faces.
“I think that’s an issue we should talk about,” I say, getting right down to business. “It seems the press has become fairly bored with us, so I was thinking about coming back in a couple of weeks and getting back to work. The trouble is, I don’t know where we should all live, or if you guys even want to live together.”
They exchange glances with one another, then Connor says, “Well, we were wondering if we could all move into your place for now. You have enough room, and Max said he wouldn’t get in the way.”
I snort out a laugh. Max had bought the place for me as a gift. Sounds like he already put in his two cents about me shacking up with his three best friends there.
“Does that work for you guys? It feels kind of selfish to ask that of you.”
Aiden shrugs. “We’re the ones who asked you. Besides, we aren’t home much right now anyhow. If we decide that we’ve outgrown the place, we can talk about it and figure something else out.”
The other two nod in agreeance then look at me. I smile and spread out my hands. “Okay by me,” I say, relieved to have the living arrangements decided and out of the way.
I clear my throat. “Um, so this next part is harder to talk about, and we don’t need to make a decision right now, but?—”
“You want to marry at least one of us, right?” Connor interjects, ever the practical one of the three.
I press my lips together and nod slowly. “I mean, eventually, yes. I can’t marry all three of you and I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t want to have to choose when the time comes. It’s just… it would mean a lot to my parents and Max, and it would make things better for the babies,” I say, pressing my hand to my belly.
“We get it,” Aiden replies. “How about we all move in together and then figure that out? You have enough going on with the babies being on the way. You don’t need any added pressure right now. We can figure out wedding plans later.”
I feel relieved. The pressure of making this choice has been looming over me, and I haven’t been able to decide who to marry. How can I? I don’t want to have to think about it right now and he does have a point. Living together first then crossing that bridge later makes total sense.
“Yeah, that works for me,” I say with a big smile, “but there’s one more thing.” As my smile vanishes, they instantly look worried. They sit on the sofa while I remain perched on the arm.
“Do any of you want to know who the father is?” I ask tentatively. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I hate how they sound.
“Umm,” Aiden says, looking at Connor and Dimitri. “What do you guys think?”
Dimitri and Connor share a look, and then Dimitri says firmly, “I don’t want to know. It doesn’t change anything for me.”
Connor nods. “Same. It isn’t going to be beneficial having that line drawn in the sand. Why bother? We will all love them equally.”
I sigh in relief. The thought of having to get a DNA test done on the kids was not something I was looking forward to.
“I’m really glad that you all feel that way,” I tell them. “I was dreading having to find out. I just think it’s better for us if we don’t know.”
“Besides,” Dimitri says with a shrug, “If they are mine, which I’m betting they are, we will know in an instant They will have definitive Russian genes.”
“Really.” Connor deadpans.
“What?” Dimitri says defensively. “Russian sperm are strong. They have to be in order to make it through the arctic temperatures. I am sure my swimmers are tougher than either of yours.”
“What the fuck, dude?” Aiden says.
I look back and forth between them then dissolve into a fit of laughter. The entire conversation is comical, a perfect example of how things tend to go with them.
“Look,” I say when I can breathe again, “we won’t know for a while who they look like. Babies are usually born with hair and eye color different than what it actually becomes. Besides,” I add, “the babies might just look like me.”
“They’re gonna look like me,” Aiden counters.
“No way, dude, they are definitely taking after me,” Connor argues, pushing him a little.
“I already said they’re taking after me,” Dimitri grumbles, tapping both Connor and Aiden in the shoulder.
“Okay, enough,” I say as they keep pushing and roughhousing. “You guys are making me seasick with so much moving around, you’re making the couch rock back and forth.”
“I can think of another kind of rocking that I’d rather be doing,” Aiden says. “That is, if you’re up for it.” He gets up and comes over to me. He presses my hair back away from my face and kisses me. The kiss is slow at first, but soon turns sensuous. Our tongues tangle as his hands come up to cup my sensitive breasts.
I sigh and lean into him, loving the feeling of his touch. It’s been too long being away from them.
“We’ve all missed you,” he whispers to me between kisses.
“I missed you guys too,” I say, my tone dripping with want.
“To bed?” Dimitri asks.
“To bed,” I reply, allowing Dimitri to tug me to my feet. They follow me to the cozy room and it doesn’t take long for us to start stripping off our clothing.
I’m so wet already that I can feel the moisture of my arousal on my thighs. I lay back on the bed and open my arms. They join me eagerly, kissing and touching everywhere.
“God, your breasts,” Connor says, leaning down to suck first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. I arch off the bed with a moan, and the rumbling sound of approval that he makes causes my pussy to clench with need.
“Already so wet for us,” Aiden murmurs, his fingers dipping into my wetness and flicking over my clit.
I cry out, my hips bucking, every nerve ending firing instantly.
Aiden rises over me, his cock nudging at my entrance. I lift my hips to meet him, and he sheathes himself in me in one swift movement. I moan with pleasure as he thrusts languidly within me, stretching me, filling me up.
I feel movement near my shoulders and I open my eyes to see Dimitri kneeling beside me. I eagerly run my fist up and down his proud length, then suck him into my mouth. He groans, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard as his eyes drift shut.
“God, you feel so good,” Aiden moans, pumping a little harder.
“Do you want two of us at once?” Connor ask.
“Please,” I manage to rasp out between cries of ecstasy.
Pregnancy has only increased my sensitivity and arousal. In fact, I feel like just the thought of being with the boys has been enough to make me come lately. I might get so spoiled by pregnancy sex to the point I’m going to really miss it once the little buns are out of the oven.
Aiden gives me a little tug until I’m sitting up then slips out of me. I feel the loss immediately, but I allow him to rub my juices on my little bundle of nerves and slip his fingers into me gently.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, pressing back against him. “More,” I beg.
“Greedy, greedy,” he teases, nipping my shoulder as he positions me to sit in his lap. “Tell me if this is too much,” he says as he starts to nudge inside of me.
“Okay,” I respond, allowing my body to fully relax as he slides back in. The pressure is incredible from this angle, and I can already feel an orgasm gathering within my core. “Oh, hurry,” I plead, squirming a little on Aiden’s cock.
Connor places himself between my thighs, and I look down at his thick cock as he slowly slides inside of me. He starts to move with Aiden, and my eyes roll back in pleasure at the intense friction, the feeling of being stretched and taken in the most incredible way.
Connor starts to move faster and I see stars.
“Oh, I’m so close,” I moan, pressing harder down onto Aiden’s cock.
Suddenly, Connor pulls out of me, and my eyes snap open in frustration, only to see Dimitri moving over me.
“Oh god, she’s so wet,” he groans as he presses into me. “Sweet Jesus.”
“Dimitri, please,” I beg. “Please, make me come.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says with a sly grin as he starts pumping in and out of me.
Dimitri is big, and the pressure of the two of them pumping inside of me is so intense that I immediately shatter into a million pieces, my release flooding down my thighs and coating them in my liquid pleasure.
Aiden comes with a shout, spilling himself inside of me. He slowly pulls out, and Dimitri lays back, bringing me with him. He looks over my shoulder at Connor.
“Again?” he asks, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my lips.
I grin. “Again,” I agree, angling myself to give Connor better access.
I feel Connor slipping in behind me, his cock at my back entrance. I moan long and loud as he presses easily inside of me, and I watch Dimitri’s eyes flutter shut as he shivers with pleasure beneath me.
“She’s so tight,” Connor says breathlessly as he moves just a little, savoring the feeling of my body gripping his.
“We are so lucky,” Dimitri mutters with another moan as Connor starts to increase the friction with quicker strokes.
I cry out, feeling a gush of arousal flooding through me, helping to smooth the way for them both to start moving faster inside me.
“God, you’re all so perfect,” I say as they find their cadence, moving in perfect unison.
“You belong to us,” Dimitri says, kissing me firmly on the lips as he pumps harder and harder. “We love you.”
“You’re amazing,” Connor grinds out as he fucks me. “The most amazing woman on earth.”
“Come for us, my love,” Aiden whispers, reaching in between us to tease my clit with his fingers.
“I’m… I’m… going to…” I stutter out raggedly before another massive orgasm tears through me. I shake so hard that Dimitri has to hold me up so I don’t faceplant on his chest.
Connor grabs my hips and keeps moving. The added pressure brings on a smaller bout of climax, and I scream loudly as pleasure ripples through me over and over again.
I spill all over them again as they come nearly in tandem, filling me up and making me feel so complete, so thoroughly loved that I cannot imagine my life with anyone else.
We collapse onto the bed in a sticky mess of limbs, my panting filling the silence as my body whirls and tingles with the aftershocks of three of the most intense orgasms of my life.
“I love you guys,” I say to them between sharp inhales.
Aiden chuckles. “We love you too.”
“So, this whole getting married thing,” Dimitri starts. “What do you think about picking whoever has the highest scoring average over the Cup series?”
I roll my eyes and shuffle to the side a little to get more comfortable. “Seriously? We’re going to compete over absolutely everything?”
“Well,” Connor offers, “it is a logical way to break the three-way tie.”
“I guess it’s as good as any method,” Aiden agrees.
I lean up on my elbows, looking at all of them in turn with the sternest expression I can muster, given the circumstances.
“Listen here,” I say. “I’m not marrying any of you if you don’t win the Cup. I can’t saddle these children with dads who missed the chance to win the biggest game of their lives because they were too busy competing over who got to marry their mom.”
Dimitri starts laughing first, hugging me against his chest before pressing a kiss to my temple. I can hear Aiden and Connor starting to chuckle behind me.
“I love you,” Dimitri says.
I look at these three beautiful men staring at me with raw adoration in their eyes, and I melt inside. How could I ever have thought that I could live without them in my life?
There’s a moment or two of silence before Connor slips off the bed. “First one into the shower doesn’t have to do dishes!” he shouts, racing toward the en suite bathroom.
The other two scramble off the bed after him, bumping me in the process. I stare at their cute butts as they roughhouse in the doorway to the bathroom and grin.
This might not be the life that I had planned for myself, but it’s a pretty great surprise.