James #2
I sat back, looking at the cigars, the drinks, the men around me, and felt something in me finally start to settle.
The fear I was feeling didn’t disappear, but it quieted, and the confidence made its way back, reassuring me that I could do this, we could do this, and I didn’t need to look for control; I just needed to look forward.
One thing I was certain of was that I couldn’t wait to meet the little heartbeat that had already changed everything.
By the time I made it home from Noire, it was past midnight.
The laughter from the night still echoed in my chest, but the emotions sat heavier now that I was alone.
My mind kept replaying the ultrasound, the sound of that tiny heartbeat, the way Amiyah’s face glowed when she said you’re going to be a dad.
I opened the bedroom door, and whatever thoughts I had left fell away. They were both there, waiting for me.
Calla and Amiyah, nude against the soft sheets, wrapped around each other like art. Their skin caught the glow from the candles, and for a second, I just stood there, taking it in. Every ounce of tension I had from the night melted right there in the doorway.
Amiyah smiled softly. “You look like you forgot how to breathe.”
I exhaled, still caught between awe and disbelief. “Something like that.”
Calla’s voice was calm, her eyes steady. “You had a big night. Go shower, baby, then come talk to us.”
I nodded, grateful for the pause. The water grounded me, hot and heavy on my shoulders, washing away the noise.
By the time I stepped out, I felt clear.
Ready. When I came back to bed, they both looked at me expectantly.
I climbed in between them, pulling the sheet over us.
Their warmth pressed into me on both sides, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak.
Then I finally did. “I need us to all want this. I know what we said in New York, but I want this,” I said quietly. “To be a family, and raise this baby together. I don’t want to half-love anybody. I want this to be whole, for all of us.”
Calla reached for my hand first. “We do,” she said softly. “I do.”
Amiyah nodded, tears already filling her eyes. “Me too.”
I smiled at both of them. “Amiyah, you know why I love you? You remind me what gentleness feels like. You love like breathing, and you make me want to be better without ever asking me to change. You’re strength wrapped in softness.”
She sniffled, trying to smile through it.
I turned to Calla, brushing her hair back. “And you, you’ve been my peace since the moment you stopped pretending not to care about me. You’re the storm and the calm after it. You’ve taught me that control doesn’t have to mean distance.”
Calla looked at me for a long moment before her lips curved into a small smile.
I took a deep breath, letting it all spill out.
“I used to think I didn’t want a family because I didn’t know how to be in one without losing myself.
I didn’t ever want to imagine inflicting the same harm and pain on my kids that my father inflicted on Mav and ultimately me and my mother, but I want this.
I want both of you, and I want this baby. I want us.”
Amiyah covered her face, crying now, shaking her head. “Oh my God.”
Calla leaned forward, alarmed. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Amiyah started laughing through the tears. “Nothing’s wrong. I just, I don’t want to stop being us. I don’t want the fun to end because things are changing. I want us to keep being who we are. Wild, passionate, a little crazy. I love you both so much it scares me.”
Calla and I exchanged a look, then both burst out laughing.
“Pregnancy hormones,” Calla said, teasing. “They’re working overtime.”
Amiyah swatted at her but smiled through it. “I’m serious.”
Amiyah wiped her eyes, laughing softly but still shaking.
“I’m happy, I really am,” she said, her voice catching.
“I just don’t want us to lose what makes us us.
I don’t want everything to turn into rules and routines and diapers.
I want to keep what we’ve built, the honesty, the freedom, the intensity.
I don’t want to stop being Calla’s sub in the ways that make me feel safe and grounded.
I don’t want to stop getting punished and spanked when I’m a bad girl,” she spoke, lust washing over her face, “And it’s not just about pleasure, it’s about trust, and I need that to stay a part of us. ”
Calla looked at her for a long moment, her expression softening into something deep and tender.
“Princess,” she said quietly, brushing her thumb over Amiyah’s cheek, “You’re still mine in all the ways that matter, James too.
That part of us isn’t going anywhere. We’ll always honor what keeps us connected, no matter how life changes. ”
Amiyah nodded, finally letting out a shaky laugh.
“Good, because I like who we are, I love when you and James fill all my holes and ride me hard, and we have yet to do a scene in front of an audience, and I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing a Lucky Pierre,” Amiyah spoke matter-of-factly, causing my dick to jump.
I smiled, reaching for both their hands. “Baby, we’ll stay us,” I said. “We’ll always make time for our intimacy and we’ll keep the pieces that keep our love healthy and alive, and we’ll grow with it.”
Amiyah’s shoulders relaxed, her tears replaced by a small, relieved smile.
“Freaky ass girl had a whole meltdown cause she thought she wasn’t going to get her pussy and ass spanked anymore,” I scoffed jokingly, causing them both to laugh as Amiyah shrugged as if to say, “Oh well.”
The rest of the night was quiet, filled with the warmth that comes from saying what you’ve been too scared to admit. We lay there together, tangled in peace, already imagining the life waiting for us on the other side of all this change.
“I actually have something for us,” I added, sitting back. “A surprise.”
Calla narrowed her eyes playfully. “What kind of surprise?”
“The good kind,” I said, grinning. “I planned a little getaway. A vacation for the three of us. Somewhere quiet, private. Think of it as an early baby moon for Amiyah.”
Amiyah’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” I said. “Just us. No meetings, no noise, no cameras. Just time to breathe before everything changes.”
Calla smiled and leaned in to kiss me softly. “You’re learning, Carter.”
“Trying,” I said, smiling back.
Amiyah curled against my side, her hand resting over her stomach, her voice sleepy but sure. “Then let’s go make memories before our whole world starts crying for milk every three hours.”
We all laughed, the kind of laughter that only comes when love feels too big to hold in. With them, I felt complete, I felt at home.