"Cassie," that youthful, curious voice asked me as she helped me mix things for dinner, "can I ask you a question?"
"What's going on, Tiff?"
"Are you pregant?" She pointed to my slightly swelling gut that was now poking through my T-shirt.
I paused and looked down at her. I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone. At least a lot of my friends thought so. Given she was an eight-year-old girl, though, she didn't have a full grasp of proper etiquette around such a thing.
"First, it's pregnant. There's an 'n' in there. Second, you should be careful who you ask that in the future, okay? Three, yes. Yes, I am."
"You are? You're having a baby?" Her eyes lit up, like she was more excited about the prospect than I was.
"That's what being pregnant means, Tiff."
"Wow. So you're going to be a mommy?"
I nodded. "And you're going to be an auntie."
"I am? But I'm not old enough to be an auntie."
"What do you think aunts are, Tiff?"
"Um...these old women who hang around Mommy?"
I shook my head. I supposed I could teach her something. "No, no. Those can be aunts, but an aunt is your parents’ sibling. You can be an aunt just fine."
She scratched her head. "How am I going to be an auntie then?"
"Your brothers are going to be daddies. That means you are the sibling of this child's parents. You're going to be an aunt, Tiff."
"Oh, I see. Can I do aunt things with the baby when it's born?"
"Depends on what you think aunt things are."
She shrugged. Which was fine, because I didn’t know what she thought she was going to do.
The penthouse was a warm place now. I did my part in taking care of Tiff, but the whole professional babysitter thing at this point was just excess, something that I could put on my resume in the future.
I'd still pursue that, yes. I'd take it as it came. I had ensnared two fine men and was already building a family. Why not embrace it while it was sitting right there? There was no way I was ever going to find anything better.
Even as I cooked, though, I had to deal with the predatory glares of Jack and Julian.
They knew they couldn't take me right now. Not with Tiff watching.
As soon as she wasn't, though?
God, my nights were never boring, even less so since they found out I was pregnant. I always heard that pregnancy hormones would make you horny, yet the only thing I'd noticed so far was that it made the two of them even hornier.
Which really was surprising because I didn't think that should be possible.
Our lust was quickly morphing into love, too. Sure, we went about the whole relationship thing in terribly the wrong order. You got to know someone a lot through pillow talk, and we'd even arranged for Isabella to watch Tiff every so often—for a nice bonus—so we could go out and on a proper date.
A tour of the city, more sights and sounds than I had ever dreamed of seeing, and even some dirty time in places that were hardly appropriate for us to be dirty in.
I carried the dish over to the oven and slid it in, turning back around to catch Julian licking his lips my way. There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn't for food, just letting me know what was I in for.
I set the timer for the oven, and it also reminded me that I had time where I didn't need to show full attention to the dish.
"Tiff, why don't you go play with your Xbox for a bit?"
"Okay, Cassie." She happily ran off, pleased to have permission to go sit in front of the TV like a potato for a change.
I walked over to Julian, who proceeded to pull me into the room and closed the door.
He immediately embraced me, a deep kiss and a hand on the small of my back. "You can't wait until tonight, can you?" I shot him a playful glare.
"Tiff isn't in bed for almost four hours. What do you think I am, some sort of machine who can resist you for that long?"
"I thought we agreed that we would hold back, as long as she's awake."
"Yeah, but, um... I sort of want you now."
"You're lucky that what I'm cooking takes an hour in the oven, you know."
"The only oven I care about is this one." He placed a hand on my abdomen, massaging it gently.
"You got your wish. Fuck me enough times like you two do, and it's bound to happen."
"Whelp, you were worried about getting pregnant. The way I see it is you don't have to worry about it for another half year now."
"Ah yes, the birth control of pregnancy. Brilliant."
"I know, isn't it?"
His hands had wormed under my pants and into my panties.
The door to the room opened.
"Am I hearing adult activities happening early in here?"
It was Jack.
"I'm trying to convince her to have some fun with us."
"You two are insatiable man-sluts, you know that?" I murmured.
"Ah, but we're you're insatiable man sluts."
They led me to the bed. I wasn’t getting out of this one.
Not that I would want to.
"Just a quickie. I am technically cooking right now," I pointed out.
"Sure, sure. Everyone gets to have a grand ol' orgasm," Julian said, rubbing me through my jeans and wasting little time digging deeper to get to the fruit he truly wanted.
"What, we both can't fuck her?" Jack added.
"Maybe later. For now, we have to be practical guys. Jesus."
I cupped both of them in the crotch. My duty as their lover was a daunting one, but I was committed to seeing it through. They were going to come for me. Again and again. I was going to keep both sets of their balls drained and dry, whether it be through mouth, pussy, or...other methods.
Jack's words from a while ago echoed through my head. This was a hardly typical life, but it was mine, and it was wonderful. I was going to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.