44. Chase
44
CHASE
The ultrasound room feels too small for three brothers, but none of us would miss this. Evie lies on the exam table, her shirt raised to expose the slight curve of her belly. My fingers itch to sketch her like this—soft, vulnerable, perfect.
Dr. Williams raises an eyebrow at our presence but doesn’t comment. Just squirts that cold gel that makes Evie gasp.
“Alright, let’s see this baby.” She moves the wand with practiced ease. Static fills the screen until?—
“Oh.” The doctor makes a small sound of surprise. She points. “Here we have baby A, nice and active. And over here…baby B.”
My breath catches. Two distinct shapes. Two tiny hearts beating strong and fast.
“Twins?” Evie’s voice is soft with shock.
“Both measuring right on track.” Dr. Williams takes measurements while we stare transfixed. “Good, strong heartbeats.”
Evie’s hand finds mine, squeezing tight. Rick stands at her other side, grinning like he just won the lottery, while Zane hovers near her feet, laughing with joy. None of us can look away from that screen. Our babies.
“Everything looks perfect.” The doctor smiles. “You’re entering the second trimester strong. Morning sickness should ease up soon if it hasn’t already.”
“It has.” Evie sounds relieved. “Food actually sounds good again.”
“Good. Keep eating healthy, staying active.” Dr. Williams wipes the gel away. “And intimacy is perfectly safe unless you experience any concerning symptoms.”
Pink touches Evie’s cheeks. I hide my grin, remembering her earlier promises.
“Any questions?” The doctor hands us printed ultrasound photos.
We all shake our heads, still processing the reality of those images. Twins. Our babies. Our future.
“Twins.” Zane stares at the ultrasound photos as we leave the clinic. “Two babies. Jesus.”
“Double trouble.” Rick grins, arm around Evie’s waist. “Like having two Violets.”
“God help us all,” she laughs, but her eyes shine with joy.
We crowd around Rick’s truck, none of us quite ready to separate. The reality of two heartbeats, two perfect little shapes, is still sinking in.
“Gallery needs covering,” Rick finally says. “That shipment of inks is coming.”
“ I got it.” Zane pockets the ultrasound photo he’s claimed. “Could use a distraction anyway. Still processing the fact I’m gonna be a dad. Times two.”
“Two of everything.” I shake my head. “Double cribs, double bottles?—”
“Double diapers,” Evie adds with a wicked smile.
“Speaking of doubles.” Zane waggles his eyebrows at her. “Doc said activity’s good for you.”
She blushes but doesn’t look away. “Very good, according to her.”
“Take her home.” Rick says to me, kissing her softly. “Get some rest. We’ll handle things at the gallery.”
“Rest. Right.” Zane snorts. “That’s what we’re calling it now?”
“Like you won’t be rushing home early.” I punch his arm.
“Hey, we take turns.” He winks at Evie. “Fair’s fair. Today’s your luck, brother.”
She rolls her eyes but leans into my side. The slight drop in her shoulders indicates exhaustion from the appointment.
“We’ll bring dinner home,” Rick says. “That Thai place you’ve been craving?”
“God, yes.” She kisses him, then Zane. “Love you.”
“Love you too, mama.” Zane touches her stomach gently.
We watch them drive off toward the gallery before heading home ourselves. Some things don’t need explaining between brothers who share everything.
Evie and the girls have started the process of moving into our house, the bigger of the two. We’re one big happy family, laughter filling the familiar walls. But the house feels empty and quiet at the moment—there are no sounds of the girls playing, just the echo of our footsteps on the stairs. Evie stops at the door to the master bedroom, her fingers trailing along the frame. It’s her room now, with a giant bed that arrived yesterday. Hers to share with whichever of us she pleases. Or all of us.
“You coming?” The invitation in her voice makes my cock throb.
I watch her walk to the bed, hips swaying. She reaches for her blouse buttons, but I catch her hands.
“Let me.” My voice comes out rough with need.
The silk parts under my fingers to reveal black lace that barely contains her fuller breasts. When I cup one through the delicate fabric, she gasps.
“Sensitive?” I tease the hardened nipple.
“God, yes.” She arches into my touch.
Her skin tastes like salt and desire when I kiss her neck. My hands slide lower, finding the zipper of her skirt. It pools at her feet, leaving her in matching lace that makes my mouth water.
“Beautiful.” I can’t help palming her ass, pulling her against my hardness.
She moans, grinding against me. “Too many clothes.”
Her fingers work my shirt open while I kick off my boots. When she drops to her knees, reaching for my belt, I almost lose it right there.
“Fuck, baby.” The sight of her looking up at me, lips parted and eager, nearly undoes me.
She takes me deep, her mouth hot and perfect. My hands fist in her hair as she works me with lips and tongue until I’m shaking.
“Stop.” I pull her up before it’s too late. “Want to be inside you.”
I lay her back on our bed, finally getting rid of that tempting lace. Her thighs part eagerly for my tongue. She’s already soaked, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
Her cry fills the room as I suck her clit while sliding two fingers deep. She even seems tighter now than ever, her inner walls gripping my fingers.
“That’s it.” I work her higher, drinking in every drop of her arousal. “Come for me.”
She shatters with my name on her lips, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. Before she can recover, I’m sliding into her welcoming heat.
“Okay?” I check, remembering the babies.
“Yes.” She wraps her legs high around my waist, already eager again despite coming on my tongue minutes ago. “Please, Chase. Fuck me.”
My cock throbs at how ready she is, still soaked from my mouth. When I push inside, we both groan at how perfectly she takes me. She’s tighter after her first orgasm, her walls gripping me like she never wants to let go.
“Fuck, baby.” I have to pause, buried deep. “So tight. So wet for me.”
Her nails rake down my back, definitely leaving marks. “Move. I want to feel you.”
I start slow, savoring each stroke. Her pussy clenches every time I pull back like she’s trying to keep me inside. When I drive back in, she makes these little gasping sounds that drive me crazy.
“Like that?” I roll my hips, hitting deeper. “Still sensitive from earlier?”
“Yes.” She arches, taking me deeper. “God, Chase. Harder. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
I grip her hips, giving her what she needs. Each thrust bottoms out, making her cry out. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the bedroom.
“Harder.” She meets every stroke, demanding more. “Please, baby.”
I hook her leg over my arm, opening her up. The new angle lets me hit spots that make her walls flutter. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples still hard and begging for attention.
“Touch yourself.” I’m close, but I want to feel her come around my cock. “Let me see you.”
Her fingers find her clit, already swollen from my tongue. The sight of her touching herself while I fuck her nearly undoes me.
“Close.” She’s trembling, chasing her peak. “So close. Don’t stop.”
I drive into her harder, deeper, feeling her start to shake. When she comes, her pussy clamps down so tight it triggers my own release. I bury myself deep, filling her while pleasure whites out everything except her name on my lips.
After that, I gather her close, both of us sweaty and satisfied. Her skin glows, and marks from my mouth join the fresh tattoo on her skin.
I kiss her temple, tasting the salt of her satisfaction. No more words are needed—just breath returning to normal and hearts slowing together.
She drifts off wrapped in my arms, one leg thrown over mine possessively. Through the window, stars start appearing.
The peaceful aftermath feels earned after everything, like coming home after a long trip.
She drifts off in my arms, peaceful in ways she never was before. Through the window, I glimpse my brothers returning home.
Our strange, perfect family. Growing in unexpected ways.