The sky outside is bright and cheerful. The way the gentle wind tickles the tree in my backyard, making the leaves rustle, makes me smile. It’s so peaceful. So inspiring. It’s like Mother Nature herself is smiling down on me and giving an approving nod to my decision to move here and start over.

My gaze falls from my kitchen window down to the counter. I’m in the middle of carefully measuring out the dry ingredients for some cookies, that is if I can stop myself from daydreaming so much. I want to bring them over to the fire station later as a way to say thank you to the guys for checking up on me last night. With two of the sexiest men I’ve ever met working right next door, it’s hard to keep my naughty thoughts contained.

Especially when they’re so strong and protective and sweet. The way they banged on that door last night, it gave me a scare at first. I nervously hustled into my bathrobe and was surprised to see the two of them. After I got sprayed with the water, I didn’t think I’d ever see them again except in passing.

But there they were, Desi in a tight shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and burly biceps and Zach leaving nothing to the imagination with no shirt on. The way his unbelievable abs stretched across his stomach and those cut, long lines that formed a perfect V leading down to his bulging package, well, I’m overheating just thinking about it.

I fan myself and get a bit of flour across my cheeks. I’ll have to try not to get overwhelmed by them when I stop by to say thank you. I bite my lip and my pussy clenches as I imagine myself inviting them in last night.

I’d never be brave enough to do that. Just open the door and step to the side, giving them my best sultry stare. I can imagine my voice, husky with the need that was aching through me as I asked them to come in.

More like cum in. Like, cum inside me. I can just imagine how cute our little babies would be. With my round cheeks and their eyes. I wouldn’t care if we had boys or girls, it would just be amazing to get the chance to be a mom.

My lips pull down and I stop what I’m doing, just sensing that black cloud hanging over me again. It’s oppressive. When the doctors told me I have endometriosis, I was shocked. I’m only twenty-seven. I’m too young to be worrying about whether or not I’ll ever be able to have children. And I do want them. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a mother one day. To give a child the relationship I never had with my own mom. I want so badly to give my own kids the love my father only ever had for the bottle. I have so much love to give to a child. It tears me up inside to think I may never get that chance.

Sniffing, I wipe away the tears blurring my vision and take a deep breath. No. I’m not going to let myself think like that. The doctors didn’t say I couldn’t have kids, they just said it would be harder. They also warned me that if that’s something I want, I should act on it sooner than later.

Who knows? Maybe either Zach or Desi and I really will end up together. They must care about me a little if they went out of their way to check in on me last night. My mind flashes back to how good they looked. I could barely keep my eyes off their tight bodies. It’s easy to imagine one of them pressed into either side of me. I close my eyes and can almost feel their big, rough hands roaming my flesh.

I can imagine them holding me between them. My legs wrapped around the bulge that was teasing me in Desi’s pants. Zach would be pressed up behind me. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass, their breaths billowing over my skin. Their strong arms holding me tight. Their lips devouring me.

My eyelids flutter open and I realize I’m clinging onto the counter so tight my knuckles have bleached out white. My breath is coming in little puffs and my pussy is absolutely flooded. If I keep thinking like this, I’m never going to get these cookies made. Forcing myself to focus, I get back to work. I shouldn’t really let myself get so carried away with this little fantasy. If I told either of those guys how much I want to have a baby, I’m sure I’d scare them away. The last thing I need is to get some kind of reputation as the crazy girl who’s looking for a sperm donor.

I’m not. I mean, if it happens, I’d be happy. But I want more than just the child. I want the whole package. A family to call my own. That’s something I never really had growing up. When I picture myself rocking my little one to sleep, I also imagine having a man there helping me through those late-night feedings. I want the three of us to go to the park together and have beautiful holiday celebrations where our child gets covered in cake and we laugh together.

Or, it could be two dads sharing those tender moments. Two men helping me with the baby and then keeping me busy in bed making more babies. Two guys to share myself with. Not just my body, but my mind. My soul.

Who am I kidding? I flick on the mixer and let the obnoxious whirring bring me back to reality. With my crappy history in relationships, I’ll be lucky to find one guy. Two is just out of the question.

Right?