“We do love you, baby girl,” Scott says, stroking my thigh. Mike nods and places his hand on my other thigh, and the heat from their palms makes my skin tingle pleasurably.
“I love you, too,” I whisper. “Both of you. So much.” But then, it suddenly dawns on me that because of all this drama, I haven’t shared some very important news.
My mouth goes dry and I take a quick sip of water. “Um, I actually have something to tell you, too,” I begin quietly.
“You’re not in love with a third professor, are you?!” Scott asks. Mike elbows him in the ribs and rolls his eyes.
“Quit with the jokes,” he says. “Can’t you tell our girl is trying to be serious?”
“No, it’s not a professor,” I laugh. “It is kind of a big deal, though. I haven’t even thought much about it because I’m a little scared, to be honest.”
Immediately, my men are concerned. Their brows furrow as they lean forward in their seats. “What’s going on?” Mike asks.
“We’re here for you no matter what,” Scott assures me.
“Okay,” I say, hesitantly. My palms have begun to sweat, and I wipe them on the skirt of my dress. “Um, so, I don’t know the best way to say this, and like I said, I’ve been trying to digest it myself, just in case you’re not happy about it… but… um…”
“It’s okay, Violet,” Mike says in a soothing tone. “You can tell us anything.”
He’s right. I know I can.
“Okay,” I whisper again. I look between them, gazing into each pair of gorgeous cerulean eyes for a moment, gathering my courage. Then, I spill my secret.
“I’m pregnant. You’re going to be daddies.”
Scott’s jaw drops; Mike, meanwhile, leaps to his feet, nearly knocking his chair over. “Holy shit,” he breathes, his eyes wide and chest heaving. “Fuck!” Then, they exchange another glance before they’re talking all over each other.
“You’re pregnant?!”
“Are you sure?!”
“So one of us is the father?”
“Do you know which one? Did you take a test?”
“Are you okay?”
I worry, with how quickly they’re talking and how wildly they’re gesticulating, that they’re upset. But then, I realize that both of them are smiling like fools. Mike looks like he might pass out, and Scott may have tears in his eyes. But they’re both grinning like they’ve won the lottery.
Mike is the first to pull me close against his broad form. “Violet,” he whispers. “I’m so excited, and I love you so much. I can’t wait to become a daddy.”
“I love you, too,” Scott whispers from behind me, nuzzling the nape of my neck. “This is amazing. This is the most incredible news I’ve ever heard.”
I can’t help but cry with happiness, and soon we’re all laughing, and hugging, and swaying, and crying, a mass of limbs and love. One worry, though, keeps wriggling in my heart, and I realize I have to give voice to it.
“By the way, I don’t know which one of you is the father,” I admit after a minute, looking down. “I just took a test at home. I could probably go to the hospital or something to find out for sure if you want, though.”
“I don’t care at all,” Mike says firmly. “Scott, do you?”
“Nope.”
I turn startled eyes to them.
“Really?” I question, my eyes wide. “You don’t want to know who the biological father is?”
My handsome lovers share a look.
“It doesn’t matter,” Mike confirms. “Really, it doesn’t. All that matters is that we’re both going to be there for you and take care of this baby. We’ve both come in you a million times, so it could be either of us.”
“Our family might look a little non-traditional,” Scott adds, “but we’ll be the best damn family around.”
“You mean it?” Tears spring anew into my eyes. “You both want to be with me and help me take care of the baby?”
Their expressions grow serious.
“Absolutely honey,” growls Mike, his blue eyes fierce. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“We’ll never let you go,” adds Scott, one big palm rubbing possessively over my belly. “Not you nor the child. Ever.”
With that, I open my arms and wrap my huge, handsome men into a warm embrace, nestled in between their broad chests. “I love you,” I whisper.
“We love you, too,” they whisper back.
And with that, our relationship is blessed. As we exit the restaurant, I hold both Scott and Mike’s hands, eliciting a few looks from the other diners. But I don’t care anymore. I want to demonstrate my love to the world, no matter how unorthodox it seems. I can’t wait for my baby to grow up with two amazing daddies, with two sets of strong arms to be held in, two broad backs to ride, and two hearts to love our child powerfully and unconditionally. The future looks brighter and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.