37. Epilogue – Lex
Epilogue – Lex
Two Years Later
“ F uck, yes.” I moaned, tipping my head back and grabbing the shower bar as Hannah’s tongue pushed into my pussy and twirled. “I’m going to come!” Panting and digging my nails into her hair, I pulled her tighter against my pussy to ride her face as my orgasm broke free.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” Hannah moaned, standing up and licking her lips as she kissed her way back up my body. “I could taste you like that every single morning and still not get enough.”
The truth was, she had been. Every day for two weeks, she had woken me up every hour of the night, desperate for sex. I was used to a high sex demand from my spouses, given that two of them were strong, dominant, testosterone-filled men who never seemed to get enough, but this was a lot for Hannah.
She was insatiable.
I had fucked her with a strap-on for hours last night before bed, trying to wear her down and relieve the ache inside of her so that she could get some sleep. But a few hours after finally going to bed, she woke me up, straddling me and rubbing her pussy against mine.
I wasn’t complaining, but with Knox and Brody across the country on the race circuit, I was burning out. And they had an entire week left before they were coming home.
Their friend from Ohio asked them to go on a three-week race circuit across the states to promote their hugely successful hot rod garage. They had a few show cars that they’d been building for years that were perfect for the circuit and they so deserved to show them off.
When they first told Hannah and me, I could tell Brody wasn’t going to go. They never left us at the same time, and usually if one had to go away for business, it was always Knox, because Brody preferred to stay home.
But they deserved it so much that Hannah and I instantly pushed them both to go. It took some persuading, a lot of it actually. And mostly in the form of sexual domination and sweet submissive begging to get them both to agree to it in the end.
I mean a lot.
I had to cancel three different appointments that week because I couldn’t sit down from how hard they both fucked us on repeat right before they left. It was like they were trying to get three weeks' worth of sex in order to hold them over.
It blew my mind that even after being married for over a year and together over two, they still lusted after me and Hannah like we were shiny new toys to play with.
And I loved it.
But I was ready for them to come home, simply to satisfy Hannah’s obnoxious, spontaneous sex drive so I could sleep.
God, I just wanted to sleep for four days straight in a dark cave with no disturbances to recover from the last few weeks.
“I need more.” She slid her fingers through my pussy lips and rocked her hand.
“I can’t.” I shook my head. “God, Han. I’m so tired. I need to take a break!”
She pulled back and pouted slightly, but she knew I was right. We’d been at it all morning again already. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I sighed, kissing her and soothing the burn of my tone with my lips before taking a deep breath against her face. “I just need to relax.”
“You’re right. Let’s go back to bed and we can take a nap. We don’t have to go to the thing. ”
I groaned because she couldn’t be more wrong. “It’s Reyna’s baby shower!” I felt like crying because of how badly I didn’t want to go, but had to since our best friend deserved it from us. “We have to go.”
“Ugh.” She pouted, but I walked around her. “I’ll be right out.”
“If I hear you moaning from using the handheld showerhead, I’m cutting the water off,” I warned firmly.
“Yes, Daddy.” She purred, replacing Brody’s nickname since I was being her boss.
I rolled my eyes and wrapped my towel around my body as I went to the vanity to get ready. I rested my hands on the cold stone and hung my head, trying to muster the strength to blow dry my hair.
I groaned, leaning down to grab my dryer from under the sink when something else caught my eye, making me pause.
“Are you wearing a dress to this thing?” Hannah called from the shower as she turned the water off. “I feel like a baby shower is a dress thing.”
“Han?” I stammered, pulling a box from under the sink and turning to face her.
“What?” She asked, wrapping her towel around her body and seeing the box. “Oh, are we out? We’ll just grab more on our way home.” She brushed it off, but I was frozen stiff.
“Han.” I tried again, suddenly unable to form words as I did the math and tracked dates in my head. “Han.”
“What?” She shook her head, staring at the almost empty box of tampons in my hand. “What’s the big deal?”
“We’re late ,” I whispered. “Like a week and a half late.”
Of course, our periods synced up within the first six months of living together, which made things interesting. So when I saw the box and realized we should have bought more before that moment, the math added up that we were both late.
“Holy fuck.” She whispered, frozen in place just like I was. “Do you think—?”
“That we’re pregnant?” I guessed, “At the same time? Without trying?”
“Yeah,” She swallowed, “I mean it would make sense. ”
“How?” I cried in sheer panic.
“Well, for the last week, you’ve been sleeping like the dead.” She shrugged. “Isn’t that a pregnancy symptom?”
I nodded slowly, “So is ravenous sex drive.”
“Jesus.” She leaned on the counter beside me and we both stared off into the distance, processing. “I guess we need to pee on some sticks.” She bent over and grabbed the in case of emergency pregnancy tests from under the sink. There had been times over the years that one of us had worried about certain symptoms, so we kept a box lying around just in case.
“How are you so calm?” I whispered, feeling like I was going to crawl out of my skin at any moment.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, going into the toilet room and peeing on the stick. “I guess I’m just feeding off you and your vibe. Which is not calm at all. One of us should be level-headed about this.”
She was right, normally I would be the one to be sensible and calm in a moment of stress. I took a deep breath and took my turn with the toilet, sticking my test back into the wrapper and setting it down next to her identical one when I was done.
“Tell me this is going to be okay, either way, it plays out,” I begged, staring at her and she softened, holding me in her arms and soothing me.
“You’re loved, Lex.” She stated. “You’re safe.” She combed her fingers through my wet hair. “You’re supported and cared for. This is perfectly okay.”
We had talked about having kids someday, in the future, over the last few years. But it was always an arbitrary thought because there were so many logistics to figure out before we went down that road.
Fuck, getting a marriage certificate was hard enough. Technically, I was married to Brody, and Hannah was married to Knox, though the ceremony we had at home was with all four of us together, vowing to each other equally. The one thing we did fight about the most back then was what we were going to do about last names.
We ended up keeping our own, because it was such a point of contention that we didn’t want to argue about something that was supposed to be good.
“I’m scared.” I admitted, “I don’t know how to be a mom. ”
“Me either.” She admitted, “Mine died when I was ten, remember.”
“I’m sorry.” I sighed, laying my forehead on her shoulder as shame burned in my gut. “I’m just freaked out.”
“Do you want kids?” She asked, though we’d already discussed it before.
“Yes.” One big resounding yes, that was never in question. “I just thought it would be a conscious decision to make when the time came.”
She giggled and pulled me back to look in my eyes. “Well, then I guess we should have made the guys wrap up, pull out, or take our pills on a more regular basis if we didn’t want any chance of a surprise.”
“Two surprises.” I widened my eyes in disbelief. “What if we’re both pregnant?”
“Then we’d better buy double the ice cream from now on.” She giggled, “You know how possessive you get over ice cream.” I laughed lightly and relaxed in her arms. “I want it to be positive.”
I felt surprised by her statement, but I wasn’t entirely against it either. “For both of us?”
“One hundred percent.” She smiled. “I love you, Angel Eyes. I can’t imagine a better way to go through this than with you at my side.”
“Even if I’m not pregnant, I’ll still be at your side. I love you so much, baby.”
She took a deep breath, and I forced myself to push the fear down to let the tiny bit of excitement I felt underneath it, free to burn brighter.
“Let’s look together.” She picked up her test, and I picked up mine. I would have hesitated, but with the more time that passed, the more cautiously excited I got.
I pulled the wrapper off and read the words written out digitally on the screen.
Pregnant.
Hannah squealed excitedly next to me and showed me her test as she looked at mine. She was pregnant, too.
“Holy fuck.”
“Two babies!” She screamed, dropping the test and hugging me. “We’re going to be moms! Together! ”
“Holy fuck.” I repeated, but at least that time I managed to smile afterward.
She giggled and hugged me tighter. “I know it’s a lot, but we’ll figure it out. I promise. Love conquers just about everything else in the world and we have a lot of love in this house.”
“Yes, we do.” I gentled and relaxed a little. “We sure fucking do.”
It had been a wild week since finding out both Hannah and I were pregnant, to say the least. We each made appointments with an OB, started taking vitamins full of things neither of us could pronounce, and spent a lot of time staring off into the distance.
We both tried to figure out what the future was going to look like for our family as a whole, but also for our relationships individually.
I fucking loved Hannah, and having such a monumental event happening at the same time for both of us made me fall even deeper in love with her. It rocked me to my very core every time I imagined her holding her little baby in her arms, who had Brody’s dark eyes or Knox’s sandy blonde hair. I ached to embrace her nurturing instincts and let them ease some of the worry in my heart. To be honest, I was just as excited to hold my baby in my arms, even though I was also afraid.
I had great parents growing up; they loved each other intensely and never shied away from showing that love around me and my siblings. But it just didn’t feel like I was embracing the prospect of motherhood as quickly or as naturally as Hannah was.
And then there was the anxiety of wondering what the guys would say when they found out. Hannah and I agreed immediately that we didn’t want to tell them over the phone. And short of packing up and flying to a random drag strip in the middle of the country somewhere to tell them face to face, we were stuck keeping it a secret for a few days.
But the night that Brody and Knox were due home was upon us, and the butterflies in my stomach were making me nauseous. I didn’t think it was just the morning sickness that started the other day, either.
There was the fear of rejection in my heart, and I couldn’t relax until we shared the news with them. My entire adult life, I had an exit strategy in place in case someone fucked me up. The only time it had failed me was with Sydney and I wasn’t trying to compare the situations, but old scars were hard to heal.
“Are you okay?” Hannah asked, sliding her hands around my hips as I stood motionless at the kitchen sink, staring out the window toward the driveway.
“Yeah.” I smiled, pulling her arms around my stomach as she rested her chin on my shoulder. “You?”
“I feel like I’m going to poop my pants.” She deadpanned, “But that could have been the three billion tacos I ate for lunch.”
I smirked and turned, leaning back against the sink as we held each other. “That most definitely could be it.”
“I love you.” She stated plainly. She’d been doing it repeatedly lately like she could feel the fears in my heart, even though I never spoke of them. Scars were a weird kind of thing to live with, and a weirder thing to love someone with them.
“I love you too,” I whispered, kissing her lips lightly and leaning my forehead against hers. We stayed like that for a long time, breathing each other in and centering ourselves.
Noise from the front of the house drew our attention, and we both looked out the window where Knox and Brody were getting out of Brody’s truck and stretching out their sore muscles before jogging up the steps.
“Are you nervous?” Hannah whispered, pulling me through the house to the living room, where she had a whole thing planned.
“No,” I replied firmly, trying to force myself to believe it. “Because I have you. And you have me. ”
She beamed over at me with all of her golden perfection and slid her hand in mine as the kitchen door opened, banging against the wall in Knox’s haste to get inside.
“Sweethearts!” He bellowed, “We’re home!”
“In here.” Hannah sang back, and they both rounded the corner, pausing when they saw us standing there together, hand in hand.
“Ooh,” Knox grinned, leaning into Brody’s shoulder. “Do you think whatever they have planned is kinky?”
Brody scoffed and took a step forward, but I held my hand out first, making him stop.
“Not so fast,” I ordered, and they both raised eyebrows at me in surprise. “Hannah has something she wants to tell you first.”
She was literally bouncing from foot to foot, and I knew she was going to burst at the seams if she didn’t get it out. She raised her hands into the air and screamed, “We’re pregnant!” Which wasn’t at all what we rehearsed and I tipped my head back, laughing at the chaos those words were going to cause.
Both the guys’ jaws dropped in surprise as they looked back and forth like they couldn’t comprehend her words, so she rubbed her hand over her stomach, visually showing them.
Knox moved first, lunging for her, pulling her into his arms, and swinging her around in the middle of the room, “You’re pregnant?” He cheered, laughing and kissing her all over.
And I was so happy for her. Knox put her feet on the ground and Brody moved in, kissing her deeply and smiling his rare unreserved happiness at her as she beamed up at him. They celebrated together, and I watched from the outside of it all, smiling ear to ear as happy tears pooled in my eyes.
Brody pulled back from them and crossed over to me. I could see the hesitation in his eyes as he tried to read me. “I missed you.” He sighed, kissing me like he was a dying man getting his last taste of life, but it further confirmed that Hannah’s words were as confusing as I knew they’d be for them.
“I missed you too,” I replied, taking peace in the fact that Hannah was being celebrated so deservingly, and just let it be for a minute.
Knox finally pulled away from Hannah and rushed me, kissing me and clinging to me as I held him. “Sorry,” He admitted sheepishly, “I got caught up.”
“You’re perfectly fine,” I smiled, kissing him again and breathing in his familiar scent. “It’s big news.”
“The biggest.” He smiled so brightly that I was afraid his cheeks were going to cramp up. “Are you okay?” He asked, and Brody leaned in, eager for my reply to the question. “It’s a lot, right?”
I nodded and took both of their hands as Hannah giggled guiltily. “I see what I did wrong now.”
Both guys turned to her, and she rolled her lips as she rocked on her feet sheepishly.
“What do you mean?” Brody asked.
“Well, you see what happened was,” Hannah moved between the guys and wrapped her arms around my waist, leaning into me. “When I said we’re pregnant , I meant we’re,” She rubbed her hand over my stomach and hers at the same time. “ both pregnant!”
The guys froze stiff as though their brains were buffering the information together, and then they launched.
“Fuck yes!” Knox cursed, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist, jumping around in excitement. “Are you fucking kidding me!”
I gasped and scrambled back to the ground as the nausea churned.
“Don’t!” Hannah cried, pulling Knox off me as I fought for control. “She has morning sickness!”
“Fuck.” Knox froze with his hands on my arms. “Are you okay?” He gasped, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know anything about pregnancy, at all.”
I smiled and patted his cheek lovingly. “You’re fine, just don’t twirl me and we should be safe.”
Brody pushed him aside and wrapped me up in a massive hug, covering my entire body with his as he breathed me in. “I can’t believe this.” He whispered in awe. “Two babies. ”
“Unless they’re twins, Knox’s dad is a twin.” Hannah teased, “Then it could be four or six, or—” She went on and Knox’s eyes got bigger and bigger with each times table covered.
“Are you happy?” I asked Brody, aware that out of the two guys, he would be the most reserved about it, just like I was.
“Incredibly.” He assured me. “You?”
“Terrified,” I admitted with a shy smile.
He kissed my forehead and pulled me to his side as Hannah and Knox started rambling about baby stuff in jubilation. “Me too.” He conceded as we watched them.
“Thank god they have enough optimism and confidence in this whole thing to make up for our worrying.” I joked.
“We’re a perfect match, all of us.” He gently placed his hand on my nonexistent baby bump. “And these babies are going to be the perfect addition to this family.”
I stared up at him with teary eyes and nodded as the emotions of it all clogged my throat.
To think, a few years ago, broken down on the side of the road, I met a wonderful man but flipped him off for telling me he didn’t like my boots. And now he was staring down at me and confessing everything I needed to hear to feel secure during the scariest moment of my life.
It wasn’t love at first sight for Brody and me, but it was an everlasting kind now, thanks to Hannah and Knox’s blinding support and understanding.
Without them, I never would have felt as loved as I was at that exact moment.
Soon to be multiplied by two.
The End.