Bella

It was enough going from just me in my bed, a virgin at that, to three? And now there’s… five.

But it’s not what you think. Sure, you have me and the usual suspects, Dillon and Emmet, but the other two in the bed are actually still firmly and sweetly nestled in my tummy. Yes, I’m pregnant! With twins. And it’s wonderful to finally not only be married but to make a little family, odd as we may be.

Twins clearly run in the Riordan genes. The multiple pregnancy has made things a bit more complicated than it might be otherwise, but we’re taking it in stride. Luckily money is no issue, and neither is attention, since there will always be a pair of arms to take a baby when necessary. That being said, we’ll have a nanny on staff because there are times we like to be alone, too.

Like right now for example.

“Are you sure it’s okay, for the baby?” Dillon asks, looking at me tenderly, while his hands belie his words. He can’t stop them from running over my body. I nod and reach for him. Undoing his belt-buckle, I smile in anticipation for the pulsating monster I’m going to free.

“I know it is, don’t worry,” I reassure him. “The doctor said we’re good, until I’m in labor.”

And thank God he said so, too. Doing it with these two sex gods has always been off the charts, but with the pregnancy it’s even better. My nerves are so sensitive these days. To have them both at once? How could anyone give that up?

It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Over and over and over again.

Speaking of which, Emmet is standing in the doorway. “Hey, I was out swimming. Are you guys getting started without me?” he growls.

He tosses the beach towel he was holding over the doorknob. “Wait up.” He strides over to the bed, and with his bathing suit bottoms, it’s easy to see that he’s already growing long, thick, and hard. Just the way I like him. I hold out my hand to him and he takes it, then jumps in behind me, curling himself around me like a big spoon.

“You did check this all with the doctor right?” Emmet starts in. Between them, they’ve asked me this for the fiftieth time. “We’re good?”

“Yes, of course, I wouldn’t do anything to endanger our babies!” I say, looking at him sternly, but soon my stern face dissolves into a moan as Dillon starts kissing down my swollen stomach to my hips. His lips are warm and soft, his hot breath against my skin giving me goosebumps. He starts to tease my waiting pussy by running across it with his mouth, giving it a short lick with his tongue, then trailing across my hips, while I squirm eagerly. It’s a sweet torture, being tantalized by Dillon. Emmet takes the opportunity to put his arms around me and cup my newly heavier breasts. He’s tweaking my nipples with his thumb and forefinger as he kisses the back of my neck.

“Fuck, Bella, you’re so sexy pregnant,” he breathes. “You’re always hot, but you’ve never been hotter.”

It’s paradise.

I love to grind my backside into Emmet’s front, letting his shaft rub against the smooth skin of my ass, feeling his desire for me. A low growl emerges from him as he returns the favor, sliding his thickness around and between my cheeks. He fits me so perfectly, as Dillon does. They’re my bookends, my counterparts.

Dillon’s tongue snakes its way between my nether lips, circling my clit. He covers my sex with his mouth and sucks on it gently, pulling the flesh between his lips. The pleasure is so intense I cry out and Emmet pinches my nipples and bites my neck in response, heightening the already stratospheric feelings.

“I want it,” I mewl, as their soft, hot bodies move against mine. “Don’t make me wait!”

“You be a good girl,” Emmet says against my ear, his lips tickling me. “We love touching you. Your new body, your amazing curves.”

I can’t take it, I have to have them both. But they make me wait, savoring their time with my body. Finally Dillon’s finger slips inside me, curving just enough to hit the point of greatest pleasure, and he moves in rhythm with his mouth against the bloom of my sex. I lean back toward Emmet and he takes my nipples between his lips, grazing them with his tongue and teeth. I feel the pressure build inside me and before I know it my heightened senses are at their peak, and the twinge inside me turns into a torque of pleasure.

“Wow,” Dillon smiles at me when my screams subside into cries and whimpers. “That must have been a good one.”

“Amazing,” I sigh happily. “I don't know how I lived without you two.”

“Well let’s not waste any more time,” says Emmet as he spreads my cheeks. “I’m going to be gentle. You’re eight months, and I don’t want to knock anything out of place.”

“It’s fine,” I grin, wiggling closer to him. “Do as you like.” The fact is, I need him inside me. Soon it’ll be too hard even to position all of us in bed together. We need to do this while we can!

“I’m going to fuck your tight pussy this time,” Emmet says.

“I want you to,” I return, as I feel myself get even wetter. “Come here, Dillon,” I say, and he moves so that he is on his knees near my face. His body is perfect: thick, cut legs lead to narrow, muscular hips accented by a perfect V, a narrow waist opens to broad shoulders by way of an eight-pack of abs. And of course, the centerpiece, his dusky cock, thick with veins. On its own accord my hand reaches for him, and the skin of his member feels like a caress against my palm as my fingers tighten around him.

Just then Emmet squeezes his massive cock between my legs, and rubs my slit with the velvety head. I moan, filled with desire and anticipation. To be filled by them both..

Gesturing to Dillon, I open my lips and he nods, leaning his hand on the bed behind me for support. Taking his length in his hand, a little pearl of precum appears on the head. My tongue comes out, and he rubs the salty liquid against my lips as I do my best to slurp him inside.

His breath catches in his throat as I wrap my tongue around him, reaching out and grabbing his firm ass cheek to pull him closer to me. The head is in my mouth, pulsating and thick, and then I feel Emmet enter. Soon they are thrusting into me in rhythm, and in turn, I am opening like a flower for them. Each nerve ending in my body is on fire, filled with light, and my eyes roll back in my head in the deepest pleasure.

Emmet’s thrusts become wilder, harder, and as he reaches around my leg to rub my clit with his palm, just as he presses into my puckered hole with his thumb. The orgasm hits me all of a sudden, just as Dillon cries out and floods my throat with his seed. My channel undulates over Emmet’s shaft.

“You’re coming on my cock,” he murmurs before jerking his own prize into me. “It feels so amazing.” When he pulls out and I see the last stream of pearlescence arc over and onto my leg. I reach back and hold him as he quivers the end of his orgasm.

“You’re so wet,” he says dreamily, his hand coming to rest between my legs. “Wait, you’re actually really wet,” he says, suddenly sitting up. “Um, babe…”

“What?” I turn to him and he motions to the bed. “Did I squirt?”

“I think it’s more than that,” Dillon says, leaning back and looking. “Did… could…”

“Did my water break?” I ask, looking from one to the other.

“I think maybe?”

Dillon jumps up and starts shoving things into a knapsack. “What do you need, Bella?” he asks, his face full of worry. “Pants? Got pants, pyjamas, undies…”

“Are you guys serious?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows and glaring at one and the other. Then I look down and realize how much fluid we’re really talking about, and suddenly a contraction hits. My breath rushes out of my mouth as I grab my stomach. “You are serious,” I say when I emerge from the pain. “The go bag is in the closet.”

Emmet runs to the ensuite bathroom and comes back with a hot wet towel, sponging me off while Dillon throws him a pair of thick, soft sweat pants and a tee-shirt for me.

“I guess we’re going to the hospital, baby,” Emmet smiles, and Dillon runs over and kisses me hard, then holds up the ‘g0-bag.’

“We’re going to be daddies!” he says, and I struggle to get to my feet and put on the clothes. Dillon tries to run a brush through my hair as I pull the track pants on. I’m scared, but I couldn’t feel more cared for. Emmet is running downstairs to get the car, and Dillon turns to me.

“You ready for this, my darling?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I smile weakly as he takes my arm.

* * *

So, I’ll save you the gory details, but I did give birth that night. It was lucky since the babies were early, they were a little smaller than normal. Not that it was easy. But the doctor delivering us was okay with both men being in the room, so I had as much support as a woman could have. And they were amazing afterward too.

We were all snuggled up on the bed together, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. One baby in each arm, and a man on each side. I know it’s an unusual relationship, to say the least, and we do occasionally get some looks in the street, but I’m not sure why. I would think that every woman would love to have two beautiful brothers like Dillon and Emmet give them their happy ever after.

We named the twins Henry Anders Riordan and Daniel James Riordan. Hannah sent a big package covered in tons of cellophane and a huge blue bow. We ended up donating the contents to the local Sally Ann and recycling the plastic, but Dillon sent her a thank-you note anyway. It was kind of him, I suppose, but I know that Hannah just wants to get in on my success.

The novel is done, and I can’t wait until it comes out to the world, so that everyone can learn everything about what it’s like to have your own fairy tale come true -- how things aren’t always what they seem, and wicked witches can be disguised as good fairies. And, of course, that even two men that seem beastly at first can be your Prince Charmings.

* * *

“Dillon, can you get Henry?” I call. “He’s awake. I can hear him in the crib,” I call out, holding my cell phone to my neck to muffle the sound.

“Already on my way,” he calls back. I’m so glad I can count on them. While they never seemed like family men from all the stories in the tabloids, Dillon and Emmet have fallen in love with Henry and Daniel.

As for me, I am surrounded by the masculine. Having two twin husbands, and twin baby boys, well -- such a life would have seemed completely impossible before. But they thrive on creating magic, my husbands. And all their tricks seem to revolve around making me happier and happier. Maybe we’ll try for a girl next time, just to even the score a bit.

“We’re prepared to offer you a healthy advance on your second book,” I hear over the line, snapping me back to the present. “We just need a precis for the shareholders, so if you can send it back with the contract, we should be able to take this thing to the next level.”

I try not to let my astonishment and happiness come out too much. I want to seem cool and professional. But as I agree to the terms, I’m dancing around the kitchen, and as Emmet stands at the door, his mouth stretches into a smile and his eyes widen.

“The publisher?” he mouths at me. He gives me a questioning thumbs up. I nod and thumbs up him back, phone cradled by my ear. He does his own happy dance and as I wrap up the phone call, he hugs me hard.

“Dillon,” he calls out, and then immediately covers his mouth. “Are the babies sleeping?”

“Probably not anymore,” I say and then the baby monitor squawks. Sounds as if they’re both awake.

“Come help me with the babies,” Dillon’s voice comes through.

We both run up the stairs to share the good news, and are met by Dillon changing Henry’s diaper.

“Can you grab Daniel?” he says, and I lean into his crib and pick him up. He snuggles right in, little face screwed up with the effort of being awake.

“Is he wet?” asks Emmet. He has a diaper ready in his hand.

“Man, you guys are on it,” I smile, and lay Daniel’s little body on the changing table, and Emmet takes over.

“Well, tell him,” Emmet prompts.

“Oh right! Dillon! I got a great advance for my next book!”

“Isn’t mommy the smartest?” Dillon croons to Henry. “Isn’t mommy the best writer of them all? She sure is! She sure is!” Henry laughs at his antics. Dillon picks him up and walks over, and Henry stretches out his arms to me. I take him and breathe in the sweet smell of baby, and Dillon kisses my cheek tenderly. “You’re a superstar, Bella. I’m so proud of you. And, I can start planning the book launch party.”

“Ahh! Thank you! I’m so excited.” I spin Henry around as he laughs some more, and soon we’re all dancing in the room, trading partners and babies, grinning and cheering.

I know it was a huge surprise to everyone that the first book did so well. It seems to be the ‘Eat, Pray, Love,’ of its generation, striking people at the core with the possibility of magic in their lives, once they accept their authentic selves.

I bet Hannah is furious, I think. It’s not the first time the thought has flitted through my head. We still haven’t talked, and we probably won’t ever again. She’s still pissed that she couldn’t lay claim to my book. Apparently all the leeway and clauses that she had placed in my contract were enough to disabuse her of the notion that my book belonged to her.

I never went over the terms that closely, but the things I thought she had given me as perks were really just measures to keep me at a contractor type status, and so her attempt to snowjob me and claim my work as belonging to the company had ultimately brought her down. I had the best lawyer money could buy, as well as the will of the people on my side.

I guess people did really fall in love with the person, the ‘character’ I let them know during the love story with Emmet. And since we all fell in love for real, they weren’t ever let down, except for the ones who can’t understand that love can exist between three.

Eventually TurnPost ended up settling the countersuit and left me with control over my words, which is all I ever really wanted anyway. The settlement was a benefit, but since marrying the boys, I don’t really have a need for any more money. Still, a portion of it took us on a vacation to Fiji and that’s nothing to scoff at. After all, I do like to contribute to the household, and give my husbands, who give me so much every minute of every day, a little magic back.