Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
After all, it’s the feeling that matters. When we started out, I was so unsure. I didn’t know what to expect of my first threesome, and certainly didn’t anticipate a relationship, much less a marriage to two handsome physicians. But what I have has met and exceeded my wildest expectations. I have two gorgeous, caring husbands, and they’ve given me beautiful children too. Eight months after tying the knot, I gave birth to twins: a girl and a boy. Hunter and Hailey are so cute. They both have black hair and sparkling blue eyes like their daddies. Not to mention, my son Danny was ecstatic to be a big brother.
“Huntuh and Halley,” he said in his lisp. “Big brotha Dan-dan.”
“That’s right,” said Ranger, bending down to press a kiss to Danny’s head. “You’re the best big brother ever, and the twins love you already.”
Ryder knelt down and offered the little boy a gift.
“This is from Hunter and Hailey for you, Son,” he said. “They’re so happy to have you to guide the way.”
My heart almost exploded then because Ryder and Ranger are so good to me and Danny. After the marriage, they insisted on re-doing a guest bedroom as a child’s room and spared no expense. Danny now has a boatload of toys, a double bunkbed, a chalkboard, a magic erase board, as well as a giant stuffed giraffe that’s literally ten feet tall in his room.
“Thank you,” I said with tears in my eyes as we stood in the doorway watching my son sleep. “You’re magnificent fathers.”
Ryder and Ranger merely kissed me before leading me to our bedroom suite.
“This is a dream come true for us,” they said. “We’ve wanted to be daddies for so long, and Danny will always be our first-born.”
My heart flipped over because how many men are so giving and loving, especially towards a child who’s not biologically theirs? But my husbands are generous and kind, and I fall in love more with them every day. Not to mention, now that we have our biological twins, I still have a pressing question for them.
“Do you want to do a DNA test?” I asked one day, while staring down into the twins’ cribs. My husbands were with me, and together, the three of us savored the sense of well-being and peace in the nursery. Of course, when the babies wake up it’ll be total chaos, but for now it was love and comfort all around.
Ryder gently stroked the curve of my bottom.
“No, sweetheart, I think I’m good. No DNA test necessary. How about you?” he turned to Ranger.
My other husband also shook his head.
“I’m good too,” he growled. “Both of these babies are ours, just the way you and Danny belong to us, Bethie. No DNA test is going to make a difference.”
I opened my arms to them, melting into their strong embrace.
“You’re so good to me,” I breathed. “And so good to these children too.”
They pressed worshipful kisses to my body.
“Sweetheart, we have all of this because of you. And I mean it. Without you, Ryder and I were just existing,” growls Ranger. “We were wandering around like lost men, unable to figure out what we were really looking for. But now that we have you, Danny, Hunter, and Hailey,” he said, glancing into the crib again, “everything’s different, and a DNA test isn’t going to change a thing. It’s the four of you that count, and nothing else matters.”
I covered them with kisses then, giving them my all. After all, there had been a slight worry in my heart. What if one of the men got jealous that neither of the twins was his? Would he want to do IVF the next time, to make sure the third child was biologically descended from him? Or even if they next child was his, would Ryder and Ranger insist on some crazy “score-keeping” system to make sure they had the same number of biological offspring?
As a result, to hear them say that no DNA test was necessary calmed my last fear. The two men share, and they’re open-hearted and generous to a fault. It didn’t matter who was the natural father because they see themselves as daddies no matter what, and my heart brimmed with adoration.
“Thank you,” I whispered in their ear. “I love you so much.”
Of course, that triggered an immediate reaction, and in no time I was laid out on the bed, ready to take their hard cocks again. It was absolutely wonderful, and I savored every second of it. Nor did it take long for me to get pregnant again. In fact, I just got the news today. I’m pregnant again, with numbers three and four. Who would have guessed that I’d have two sets of twins in a row?
The front door opens, and then closes out in the foyer. Dual male voices call out.