Epilogue
Anna
“Oh my fucking God, you did not start without me.”
I stuck my tongue out at Christina standing in the doorway of our bedroom, before my face crumpled in pleasure as Tyler drove in deep from behind. His thick cock pumped me full, jolting my body forward and making my eyes roll in pleasure as he hit that perfect spot inside.
“Fuck, right there!” I moaned, arching my back and pushing back at him before I dragged my eyes back to Christina. She rolled her eyes at me as she padded into the room, letting the robe she wore drop to the floor at her feet.
God she was beautiful. I mean, my friend had always been gorgeous, but she’d looked like this glowing goddess after the baby had been born four months before.
She moved in front of me and leaned in to slip her tongue into my mouth, and I moaned as Tyler’s cock slid in deep from behind. “I mean I go to pump for ten minutes and you two can’t even wait, huh?”
I bit my lip and shook my head, grinning as the pleasure rolled through me.
Tyler groaned. “Hey, we were going to wait, but then this one bent over and stuck that little ass of hers in the air.”
“Oh, and you’re helpless to resist, is that it?” Christina said, pulling away from my mouth and sliding onto the bed.
“Totally helpless,” Tyler groaned, reached past me to run a hand over her thigh.
Oh, right, welcome to a typical Wednesday at the Weaver-Ames-Riley household.
It’d been four years since that night in the rain, when everything had come crashing together like lightning between the three of us. Four years later, and here we were.
Telling our parents wasn’t easy, I’ll say that. There’d been talk of filing charges, and calling the police, and all of that. And honestly, if it’d just been me, I’d have broken. Even having just Christina there, or just Tyler wouldn’t have done.
It was all three of us, together, that made it work. And there’s no way I would have survived those first few days or weeks without both of them there, and vice versa. And in the end, it worked out.
It was the baby that’d calmed everyone down, strangely. You’d have thought there would be only one way the “hey neighbors, I’m dating both your daughters” could get any worse would be to add a “p.s., one of them’s pregnant” in there. But somehow, instead of going nuclear, the news had brought a little bit of perspective.
Yeah, Bob and Helen flipped, but they got it. They saw how good Tyler was with Christina, and they saw how much he wanted the baby girl they ended up having.
The rest of it? Well…it’s a bit complicated.
Officially, they’re the couple and I’m their live-in babysitter. But Christina’s told her parents about being bi, and so have I, and well, I think they all put it together even if no one says anything. And honestly with the love the three of us have and how evident it is, I really don’t think any of them cared, even if they were a little confused by the arrangement.
Christina and I went back to school after that, and Tyler pretty quickly decided to make the move with us.
“Hey, it’ll save on train-fare right?”
The three of us moved into this townhouse not long after that.
Tyler decided to finally pull the trigger about expanding the label and really taking on some serious bands. He found a great space in Boston and made the move, and it’s doing great. Christina had our daughter - yes, all three “our” - the summer before sophomore year, but we both still graduated. I should mention that she also walked across the graduation stage with 7-month bump on our second, also a girl.
Poor Tyler, surrounded by girls.
I’d like to say we both ease his pain.
It’s a weird and awesome dynamic we all have too. Tyler and I got a lot closer as Christina got closer to due date. At first, even after I’d slept wit him that night, I wondered if I was really just gay. After all, I’d never had any real interest in boys, and it went without saying that I was head over heals for Christina.
But I wasn’t, evidently. Because as it turns out, I was just waiting for the right man, and the right bizarre situation. And I love him too, as it also turns out. And I love her, and we all love each other.
It’s a sickening amount of love, really.
It’s unorthodox, but it works. We’re a team. It’s our won weird little happy ending, and I couldn’t ask for more.
“Baby okay?” I murmured as she ran her hands over my body.