Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Sweetheart, we’re men of means. You don’t need to worry because Ryan and I will take care of it. Just lie back and take care of yourself, okay? You’re pregnant, and I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about this because this is not the time to get stressed out. Just take care of our babies, and we’ll be good.”
Amy sniffled a bit, but took my advice. After all, she doesn’t need her salary from the daycare. Ryan and I moved her into our penthouse as soon as we learned she was pregnant, and take care of all the bills too. In short, Amy was only working for fun, and there was no need to worry about finances.
Soon, she was back to her glowing, happy self, and within a few months, our babies were born. It was the best day of my life, bar none. When little Tracy and Trevor were placed into my arms, I began shedding tears. As alpha males, we don’t cry ever, but when I looked over at Ryan, I could see that today was the exception. His handsome face was filled with emotion as the two tiny, squirming bundles waved their little fists before also bursting into tears.
“There, there,” hummed Amy, exhausted but also glowing with happiness. “These are your daddies, Tracy and Trevor. Aren’t you so glad to meet them?”
“Yes sweetheart,” I growled, speaking for my children. Then, I pressed a grateful kiss to her forehead. “You’ve given us the best present ever.”
“We are forever in your debt,” vowed Ryan before handing little Tracy back to her mother. “We love you, honey. You mean the world to us.”
Our woman was absolutely incandescent with joy, and the next step was to get married. It was the only thing that made sense after all, given our commitment to one another, and the fact that she’d already given us twins.
“Will you?” I asked late at night, clasping her hand in mine. “We love you, Amy, and it would mean the world if you made us honest men.”
With that, Ryan whipped a velvet box out from the bedside table and popped open the lid to reveal a unique diamond ring. We chose one huge, three-carat sparkler at the center, flanked by two smaller one-carat stones. It’s a fitting representation of our union, and our fiancee gasped before slipping the gorgeous gems onto her finger.
“Yes, Raider. Yes, Ryan. I would love to be your wife, and give your more children too. I’d love to have a dozen with you, in fact,” she admitted with tears in her eyes. “Can we get married on Valentine’s Day?”
“Whatever you want,” growled Ryan, pressing a kiss to her hand. “You mean everything to us, and you’ve given us so much already. We adore you, and Valentine’s Day sounds apropos.”
When the day came, the ceremony was perfect. We showed up at City Hall, and Amy was married to me, as Ryan watched as best man. No one suspected that the three of us were actually a trio, but it’s fine. What matters in spirit counts more than what a piece of paper says.
But there was still the issue of her work because we didn’t like the fact that our wife had been slighted by that ridiculous day care center. As a result, when we got home, I presented our new spouse with a sheaf of papers.
“I know this isn’t very romantic, but it’s something that Ryan and I have been working on for a while now, honey. We know that you’re dedicated to your job, and that getting married doesn’t mean you’ve turned into nothing but a baby incubator. We want you to pursue your professional dreams, and to be a successful career woman,” I growled.
Ryan stepped in then.
“We’ve purchased a daycare for you,” he said. “It’s called ABC Tots, and we bought a new building for the program to be housed in. You’ll be located right around the corner from our penthouse, and your old college friend Carly has agreed to be Vice Principal. You’ll be Principal, of course, although Carly’s agreed to step in as Acting Principal if you get pregnant again. After all, it’s only right. We’re paying her an arm and a leg for the job.”
Amy’s eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in a round “O.”
“Oh my goodness, are you serious?” she gasped, staring at the deed in front of her. “I can’t believe … well, you bought an entire day care for me!”
“We did,” I affirm. “It’s worth it, Amy. You mean the world to us and we want you to have options. We’d love for you to get pregnant again, and to have more babies until we’re fielding a football team. But we don’t want you to feel like you gave up your life for us, or for our kids. It is possible to have everything, especially when you have two husbands who support and adore you.”