Chapter Seven
Rose comes over more and more. We have dinner together like a family, we play board games, we talk about movies and sports, then we follow her to the guest room and we give each other orgasms.
And my husband continues to pump her full of his cum, as much and as often as the two can take. She starts sleeping in the guest room on and off, and Peter will sometimes visit her again in the middle of the night.
I hear them moaning through the walls and I touch myself to the sound of it. Sometimes, when he slinks back into our bed, I lick him clean. I still want her, still ache for her, but their connection is more important. It’s what we’re all here for.
I pretend not to notice that she’s basically moved in until one night, he falls asleep beside her and forgets to come back to me. It starts to feel like she’s slowly stealing him away from me, until we get the news we’ve all been waiting for: Rose is pregnant.
The dynamic in the house completely shifts.
She stops going home to her parents and we do everything we can to make her comfortable here.
They won’t even make eye contact with us over the fence now, and I can’t really blame them.
It’s definitely unconventional but everything has changed now that a baby is on the way.
We both grow obsessed. Talking to her, touching her, rubbing her growing belly and making her feel good. My husband is on the floor rubbing her feet while I drag a brush through her shiny, auburn hair.
“I just wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate everything you’re doing for me and the baby. I’ve decided to take the next year off school so I can stay here with you. I know how important it is for you both to feel involved every step of the way.”
This is objectively good news but I can’t help the little pang my heart gives. Now that she’s pregnant, I thought she and Peter might stop having sex, but they haven’t even slowed down.
In fact, as she grows bigger, she starts complaining about back pain and it only makes sense to let her have the comfortable master bed. She and my husband continue to fuck while I sleep alone every night, dreaming of my baby in the guest room. Eventually, he stops sleeping with me at all.
“Is everything alright, Bella?” she asks me one day as I bring in a stack of their folded laundry. She’s reading a magazine in the bed she shares with my husband and pouts her pretty lips when she sees me.
“Of course.” I smile even though I’m exhausted. It’s been hard keeping up with work, house chores, and taking care of a heavily pregnant woman with intense cravings. But it will all be worth it when I get to hold that little baby in my arms.
“You’re not feeling left out or anything, are you?” Her smile seems somewhat twisted, almost dangerous. I sit on the edge of the bed, close to her.
“Hm, I’ll admit, I’m a little lonely sometimes but I’m glad Peter is helping you so much. We definitely want you to feel safe, happy, and healthy during your pregnancy.” I place a hand on her stomach and feel a little jolt of excitement when I feel movement there. It won’t be much longer now.
“Good.” She grins and puts her hand over mine. “Because you know, if you ever tried to make Peter choose—I think we both know what would happen.”
“What?” I try to pull back, but she holds me in place, staring me down.
“I love this family, and I love being part of it. I’m not just going to disappear once the baby is born.”
“No, of course. I know that. You’ll want to breastfeed. And nobody wants you to disappear. You’re a part of this family too now.”
Her eyes glitter and she finally releases me.
“Good. I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.
” She tucks a lock of hair behind my ear but I can’t help the unsettled feeling in my stomach.
I think of that first day when she had me drop to my knees and tell her I wanted this.
She has the same calculated look in her eye.
“Do you want to eat me out? I think an orgasm would really help this ache in the small of my back.”
“Oh, um. Sure.” I swallow, feeling put on the spot.
She hasn’t come to me alone since that day at the house.
I’d almost wondered if it was all a little too convenient—that Peter found us together, that it justified having sex that wasn’t just about the pregnancy.
I think that afternoon led directly to her moving in with us, and now some days it feels like the house is more hers than mine.
That my husband is more hers than mine. But it’s all just temporary.
And she’s more beautiful than ever. Healthy and glowing with our baby inside her.
Licking her pretty pussy is no big sacrifice, and I’m actually a little pathetically honored that she asked.
I still fantasize about those first few nights when her body writhed on top of mine, so innocent and sweet.
My feelings for her are still so tangled up in confusion, jealousy, and a deep primal craving.
I bury my face in the neighbor’s daughter and moan into her folds.
I never could’ve predicted she’d come to mean so much to us—to both of us.
She may be sucking up all of Peter’s attention right now, but that will change when the baby comes.
Then our family will come first. She’ll always be part of it, but things will go back to normal.
Me, my husband, and our baby. All thanks to the neighbor’s fertile daughter. Our loving, willing surrogate. What could possibly go wrong?