Bobby doesn’t waste a second. He crosses the living room and wraps me in the warmest hug. “Missed you,” he murmurs into my hair before kissing the top of my head. “Jameson is on his way back too. He stopped to grab some supplies.”
“Mmm… Missed you too.” I lean up, giving him a lingering kiss. For as long as I lived without anyone to show me affection, I’ve gotten pretty damn addicted to it. “Please tell me he has hamburger stuff? If I don’t get some meat in the next five minutes, I can’t be held responsible for the things I’ll do.”
Bobby raises an eyebrow. “Baby, I can stuff some meat in you anytime you want. All you have to do is ask.”
I snort out a laugh and pat him on the chest. “I also need that, but food meat has to happen first.”
“Mmm… yes ma’am. I love you, Hailey. You can have me in any order you want, but I have a question. Are you growing a tiny carnivore in there?” Bobby asks, dropping to his knees and lifting my shirt. When he does that, it’s a coin flip on whether he’s going to talk to the baby or steal my panties and eat me out. For the record, I havezerocomplaints about this.
“Fuck, I love these.” He grins at my maternity jeans, the extra low waistband riding down by my pubic bone. “Hello, baby. Are you a T-Rex?” He pretends to gnaw on my belly, making me giggle.
Looking at my baby bump is still surreal, especially when the nugget does his tap dancing shenanigans. The door opens again, letting in a whoosh of cold air and snowflakes that immediately melt. Jameson raises his eyebrows at us. “Talking or licking?” He asks. “I’m happy either way, I just want to know what I’m getting into before I make dinner.”
“Talking!” I tell him. “If you want to lick, you have to feed me first.”
“I have something to feed you,” he mutters, looping his scarf over a hook.
“I already made that joke,” Bobby calls over his shoulder.
“It’s a good joke,” Jameson grumbles, coming over to give me a long, lingering kiss. He places a finger under Bobby’s chin, tilting it up so he can do the same. “I’ll cook. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can go to bed.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.
“Mmmm… yes, please. This is why I love you two,” I moan, running my hand through Bobby’s hair. “You get me.”
“Love you more,” Jameson rumbles.
If someone had tried to tell me a year ago that I’d be demanding a hamburger before begging two men to rail me until the sun comes up, I’d have told them they needed psychiatric care.
But here we are.
“Sit,” Bobby says firmly, steering me toward the couch. He lifts my feet into his lap and grabs one of the bottles of lotion that are scattered around the house. My obsession with lotion is another weird and unexpected development in pregnancy. My stomach gets so itchy and my feet are always sore, but I don’t remember buying this many lotions. I think they’re multiplying when we sleep.
By the time Bobby has a handful of lotion warmed up, I can already smell meat sizzling in the kitchen. My mouth waters, but I’m not going anywhere. Bobby takes daddy duties seriously. He rubs my feet, holds my hair when I puke, and pretty much won’t let me lift a finger unless I’m actually working. Again,zerocomplaints.
I’ve never felt so adored or loved. I lean my head against the back of the sofa, watching Bobby rub my feet and moaning as he relieves the tension that built up all day. Jameson wanders into the room, popping a piece of cooked hamburger into my mouth. “Just a taste,” he says with a wink. Filthy man. He knows exactly how to make my heart flutter.
“Is it terrible that I’m happy we have to reschedule the shower?” I ask Bobby.
“Hell, no. I’ll take snowed in with you two any day of the week. Even over itty bitty baby clothes.” His voice does this thing when he talks about baby gear. It sounds like he’s channeling a muppet, and it never fails to make me laugh.
Jameson sidles into the living room, three plates filled with sliders and fries. I moan, taking one of the plates. “God, I love you.” I am shamelessly hedonistic as I plow through the first little burger, but he just watches me, smiling like it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
We eat on the couch, watching an old movie until my eyes start to get heavy. “Come here, baby girl,” Jameson coaxes in a low voice, bringing my legs up into his lap. He gently rubs my calves, his hands trailing up and down my thighs. Happily, I lay my head on Bobby’s thigh and drift off to the feel of his fingers stroking my hair.
I didn’t see them coming. My two big men snuck up on me. I never even imagined I could have a life this full. But with our threesome getting close to becoming a foursome, now I can’t imagine anything else.
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