Sitting outside in the lakefront cabana, I take in the view that is absolutely stunning. The fresh, forest air heightens all my senses. I’m invigorated by nature because it gives me a sense of being grounded. The fact that we’re here in this beautiful mansion in the woods makes everything seem shrouded in secrecy and that adds an element of mystery to the illuminated night. This place is incredible; it's the perfect hideaway from our work. There are billowing white curtains all around me, giving me sanctuary from the rest of the world. I wonder if anyone will find me here?

Haha, you know I'm kidding. I have three husbands and I'm pregnant. We don't know who the technical father is...because in our minds, they all are. And that's just too perfect for words.

So yeah, I kinda hid out here with the intention of being caught. Don't tell on me...I'll get my reward/punishment soon enough.

I’ve lit candles at different junctures around the infinity pool that drops off in such a way that it looks as though it merges into the lake. Except, the pool of course is crystal clear, inlaid with Arabian glass tiles. That combined with the Moroccan lanterns hanging at the top of my cabana, gives this place a sense of luxury. And, there are white twinkle lights dripping every which way so that the outside of the cabin is a dimly lit fortress in paradise.

I feel so grateful to be in this secluded place, away from work, with nothing to focus on but the guys. They're unique in different ways, and uniquely handsome to the point that I wish I could just have them all.

Xavier interrupts my absorption to ask me if I’d like a glass of juice since I can't have wine like I normally would. I didn’t even hear him coming. He surprises me because he's found my little spot, here away from everyone. But I’m happy to be found by this charming God who is also happily waiting on me.

"You startled me! Like my little sanctuary? Isn’t it perfect?" I ask him.

He takes in the look of my outfit. I'm adorned in a black bikini with sexy cutouts everywhere that highlight my tight ass and perky breasts. I have layered on lots of jewelry, some gold, some silver, and some Buddhist mandala beaded bracelets. I also have huge, hoop earrings on and my hair is in a messy bun. I feel sexy out here in the setting sun, hidden by my cabana, and by the muted light of so many lanterns. I pull my white Free People cover up closely to my body. It has knitted holes everywhere, so it still reveals the tanned lines of my skin. And, let’s not forget the heels. They’re Versace after all. This is cabin wear at its finest … that is if you can call this mansion a cabin. I'm really trying to give the whole pre-baby body a good send off since I don't have but the slightest of baby bumps right now.

"I do like it," he says. He steals a kiss. "But I want you to come to the bar with me. Be my drink helper."

"Okay!" I perk up at his invitation and gladly accept his outstretched hand. We meander over to the bar in thoughtful contemplation. Luckily the guys thought to stock the outdoor bar with the finest liquor. The bar itself is an artistic creation, made by some local designer, and its metal accents, combined with stone assimilate perfectly into the rocky accents of the pool. There is even a small waterfall at the end, powered by the bubbling hot tub flowing warm water into the pool.

"What should we make tonight?" he winks at me. He knows that even though I don't drink the booze now with a baby on the way, I still like to fiddle around with it.

I take a seat on one of the high-end barstools and use my lighter to fire up a few more candles. Now I see him better in the shimmering light, and he's gorgeous. A prize for anyone, Xavier is dressed in ripped jeans, bare feet, and what looks like a Tommy Bahamas short sleeved, white and peach shirt that he has left unbuttoned to show his rock-hard abs. The thought of his abs gets me going every time. I have a lot of feeling for Xavier and it’s nice to be out here with just him.

"I think we should make ... Dark and Stormy drinks, " I say, landing on that option because hoping he’ll remember my fondness for them and not think I’m still pouting about being sober all the time. I think having a baby with the men I love is a totally valid reason to miss out on the amazing and well-stocked bar we have now.

I do miss my wine though!

He pulls out the rum and pours a generous splash into the silver cocktail shaker. I watch him put in a lot of ice, a wedge of lime, and some ginger beer. He gives it a hard shake and pours himself, Jason, and Marcus a glass.

I sip on my crystal cocktail glass that only has juice, and try to catch his eye. The fresh fruit flavor flows smoothly out over my throat and I instantly start to relax after a long week. He does the same and as we lock eyes, my passion overcomes me and I go in for a long, hard kiss across the bar. I can taste the alcohol on his breath, and he can taste mine. That combined with the smell of the candles and the warm night air makes this a very romantic setting.

Just as we are doing this, myself getting warm for him, Jason comes out and interrupts our seduction, a flash of curiosity on his face.

"Wow, looks like I’m missing the party," he says with mock irritation.

"Yes, so get your fine ass over here," I say with a big waving hand. "We were just making Dark and Stormies. Want one?"

"Thanks," he says and I can see the love he has for me in his eyes and I want to just free his cock and suck it. I mean I know that's not what your mama probably said true love is like, but I don't whisper sweet nothings or do cute things...I suck dick or get fucked really hard. It works out pretty well for me.

Xavier is already handing Jason a glass.

"Here you go man. It’s top shelf."

"Nice," Jason replies as he takes a seat next to me. "What a beautiful sunset."

"I know," I say as I stroke his leg. "I was thinking the same thing."

He smiles at me and plants a kiss on my red-stained lips.

"Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be," Xavier says half teasing, half already getting that low growl to his voice that makes me shiver.

I gotta admit...having three horny alpha males pawing at you is going to make any girl go a little delirious, and I’m already giggling.

"What?" Jason asks with his finger making circles on my thigh. "Is this funny to you?"

"Kind of," I say in all honesty. "Where’s Marcus...hey!"

He pops up right when I’m asking about him.

"You having all the fun without me?" he asks.

"They’re drinking all the booze without me and I want ice cream and meatballs," I say, cocking my head to the side. "This whole pregnancy thing is weird."

My men laugh, and they’re already shuffling to the car so we can to the store...for like the fourth time today. What can I say...some cravings change a lot. Like how I wouldn’t have touched ice cream this morning to save my life but I was craving jalapenos. Of course, once we had that, I wanted watermelon. Like, none of these flavors make any sense to me, but Jason, Marcus, and Xavier put up with it. It's one of the fun things about having three husbands you live on a massive compound with.

When you really don’t want to escape them, they’ll find you just when you need them. Like for ice cream...and maybe other things later. It has been a year since they proposed to me, we got married, and I got pregnant, and it has been the most amazing year of my life. We all work together and the firm, and our marriage made the whole being openly together thing much easier. Mike Stone, one of the senior partners, loves to invite us to every event because they only know a few other women who are married to multiple men and it has become all en vogue now. I don’t mind him showing us off, and he doesn’t mind that the three of us sweep in on just about every case.

We already decided on what we were going to name the baby, if we have a girl...and maybe you’ll think this is crazy, but maybe since you got to see our whole story unfold, you’ll understand why we want to name her Emma. It was her case that brought us all not just together, but to a place in our lives where we felt understood and connected to each other. We felt free to do what we loved, and be with who we loved. I mean, lawyers certainly shouldn’t get too personal with all their cases...but I kinda like to think that Emma wouldn’t have minded at all.