Chapter Twenty Three
Sadie
Four Months Later
I am sitting cross-legged on the couch with a bowl of pickles and a jar of peanut butter, watching a sappy romance movie on daytime television. I am crying ugly, and I don’t know why. The movie is great, but this commercial with abandoned dogs is tugging at my heartstrings.
The last four months have been a whirlwind of changes.
We all sold our houses and bought a massive house with nearly a dozen rooms. The guys made sure that I had my own room and own bathroom so that I have a place to be away from everyone since I am the only female in the house.
They don’t want me to become overwhelmed by their presence, so I have an escape.
It’s nice, because I have the master suite with a large claw-foot tub that I can soak in.
Stacy’s parents had her ashes made into a necklace for all of us so we could take her everywhere we go.
The guys have theirs hanging in their car or at their desk, but I wear mine all the time.
I miss her so much, but she was right that she would be everywhere I looked.
I see her in every bit of happiness that I feel.
I was afraid adding five men into my dynamic with Lance, Dean, and Mason would cause a strain, but everyone has handled things exceptionally well.
I am able to share my time equally with everyone, and there is no jealousy in the way we handle who I spend time with or what bed I’m in at night.
They all know they can come get me at any time, but respect my boundaries when I say that I need time to be alone or be in my bed by myself.
I am with eight men, but our dynamic is so much more than just sex.
We still have our weekly games at the park, and game night is a priority.
We do regular mundane things, like grocery shopping, like normal adults.
I am madly in love with each of them, and I cannot imagine my life without them.
They all bring something to this relationship that complements everyone else.
We are the subject of the town gossip here and back home, but none of us cares.
Losing Stacy taught me a lot about who I am and what I want in life.
I am no longer ashamed to admit the things that I desire.
After all of the trauma and turmoil that I have experienced, I have no room to care about what people think about my life or my connection to the guys.
People can have their opinions, but that doesn’t mean that I have to pay any attention to it.
Dean sits on the coffee table in front of me, then takes my pickles and peanut butter. “Excuse me. I was eating that,” I say with a pout, staring at my food.
“We need to talk,” he says with a smirk.
“What?” I sigh.
“Is there anything you need to tell us?” he asks.
“Uh... No,” I say quickly. “Can I have my pickles, please?”
“No,” he says. “When are you going to admit that you are pregnant?”
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently.
“Baby... You are eating pickles and peanut butter, you were just sobbing over TV puppies, and you have a visible baby bump,” Dean says.
“Are you calling me fat?” I ask, trying to turn things on him.
“No. I’m calling you pregnant, Sadie,” he laughs.
“How are you so sure?” I ask.
“The prenatals in your bathroom, for one.”
“So? They’re good for your hair,” I shrug.
“All eight of us see you every day. We pay attention to you, and we see the changes in your body. I understand why you are in denial, but something has to give,” he says carefully.
“I’m just not ready to be a shitty mother yet,” I admit. All the other guys come from behind me and sit on the large sectional couch. I didn’t even know they were close by and listening.
“You stopped your birth control months ago and have been taking the prenatals. Obviously, you care about this baby. You are not and will not be a shitty mother to our child,” Del says.
“I don’t know who the father is, and there is a good chance it could be Leo’s. I don’t want to fuck this kid up like my mom did to me,” I admit.
“There is a test you can get done to find out who the biological father is. You don’t have to know the specific results, but you can find out if it is biologically his or not,” Todd says.
“We will be beside you every step of the way, no matter what you decide for your pregnancy,” Jake says. “You are our first priority right now.”
“I’m not giving up my baby,” I snap, instinctively cradling my belly. They all smile softly at me.
“See? You are already a better mother than her. You know what you want for our baby, but you are afraid of all the possibilities,” Lance says.
“The first step needs to be to make sure you and the baby are healthy,” Ben says.
“I have some connections to trusted people who have helped some of my clients,” Todd says. “I can probably get you seen in the next few days. You can do the paternal DNA test then as well.”
“What if it’s Leo’s?” I ask.
“Baby,” Dean says, taking my hands. “This child has one mom and eight dads. None of us cares who got you pregnant. We all know that me, Lance, and Dean could be fertile since our quack doctor was apparently doing botched jobs on vasectomies. The only reason it matters is for health reasons if something comes up with the child, but even if we know for sure that it’s his biologically, it doesn’t change that we are all here for you and the baby.
We will take care of the two of you, and you will never have to worry about doing any of this alone. ”
“I’m sorry,” I say as I start crying. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s okay,” Dean smiles and wipes my cheeks. “Sadie… you are far enough along to show. Your cute little bump is growing every day. You need to make sure that you are both healthy.”
“I can feel them kicking,” I say. “I usually try to talk myself out of accepting that it’s the baby, though.”
“You know you rub your belly when you are lost in thought?” Jake asks.
“Do I?” I ask.
“Mhmm. It’s precious,” he smiles.
“Stand up,” Dean says.
“I’m comfortable,” I say with a frown.
“I’ll give you your gross snack back,” he laughs.
“It’s not gross. It’s good,” I say with a grin. “Try it, and I’ll stand.”
“That’s not how this works, Little Demon,” Dean smirks.
“Is it because you can’t roughhouse with me now?” I cackle. “Try it.”
“I don’t have to be rough to make you scream, Sadie… but fine. I’ll try it because I know you won’t give up.”
Dean takes a pickle from my bowl and playfully glares at me for a moment before dipping it into the peanut butter.
“I can’t believe you’re going to eat that,” Mason laughs. Dean smiles and then takes a bite of the snack, and I sit up in anticipation of his reaction.
“Okay… It’s not bad,” Dean admits. I squeal and clap happily as he leans forward to kiss me. “Now get your cute little ass up.”
I stand up from the couch, and he is still sitting on the coffee table.
He pulls my oversized shirt up to just under my breasts, moving my hand to hold it up before he pulls the band of my shorts down a little to fully reveal my belly.
Dean puts his hands on me to cradle my belly, but like I did.
When he looks into my eyes as he kisses my stomach, I melt.
I didn’t realize until right now that I am obviously pregnant.
I was so dismissive of it, and I haven’t let myself think about it.
I never wanted children because I didn’t want to be like my mom.
Since growing comfortable with who I am and what I want, the idea of a baby has crossed my mind.
When I took that test a few months ago, and it said pregnant, I threw it away and pretended that I never took it.
I thought that somehow avoidance would change the situation, so I never included the guys, even though they were in the next room.
I can picture a life with my baby, and I want it. I want to raise this child to be compassionate and loving. I want them to look at the world with positivity, but also be given the tools and know how to handle the evil that lurks. I want them to be kindhearted and accepting of differences.
“Sadie, we love you so much. You are a wonderful mother. You are a wonderful partner. If you can be attentive to every one of us, I have no doubt that you will do amazing things for this child. You will never be alone. You understand that, don’t you?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I smile. “I love y’all so much. You guys make me feel safe.”
“I’m glad,” he says, kissing my belly again. The look in his eye is feral, and it does something to me. “Would you like to continue watching your movie?”
“No,” I say with a grin.
“What would you like to do then?” he asks like he already knows.
“You, preferably,” I say, and everyone laughs. Dean stands and grabs my face to kiss me deeply as he turns us to sit on the couch.
“Take everything off,” Dean says. I nod happily and step back to get out of my clothes with everyone watching me.
“I definitely have a thing for pregnant women,” Jake remarks, looking my body up and down. Dean maintains eye contact with me as he frees his cock, then grabs my thighs and pulls me into his lap to straddle him.
I immediately sink down and groan as his cock fills me. “That’s our good girl,” Dean praises. He keeps a hold of my waist as I start to move. When he draws my nipple into his mouth, I tip my head back and moan.
“So sensitive, Little Demon,” Mason says before leaning up to take my other nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I whimper. They gently suck on me as I fuck myself using his body. I want to come so badly. That’s the only thing I’ve wanted lately.
Mason pulls away, and Dean stands to move us to the ottoman. He immediately takes over by tightening his grip and thrusting deep from underneath me. I cry out and drop down to have my hands on either side of his body. Mason starts to tease my ass before replacing his fingers with his cock.
They both find a speed that has me screaming by the time Lance steps up to hold my face. “Be a good girl and swallow my cock, Little Demon. Let me fuck your throat.”