“She must be upstairs. I’m going to turn this oven off,” Michael bent down and opened the oven door, then shut it, “looks done. It’s Ma’s spaghetti and meatballs.”
“Good idea, maybe we will find her in the shower, then we won’t have to worry about it burning.” I started through the house with Michael behind me when we reached the bedroom we found her sitting on the bed, holding the box. Candles all around the room were lit.
Mike entered the room ahead of me and she looked up as we drew nearer.
“How long?”
“How long have we had them? Is that what you want to know?” I asked, my gut clenched telling me we needed to tread lightly.
“No, how long are your cocks?” Zoey snapped, then looked back down at the box.
“Now, baby, you know how long our cocks are.” My head snapped around to glare at Michael, trying to convey shut up before he dug a whole we couldn’t dig out of. Especially considering I couldn’t tell if she was happy or pissed.
Zoey stood, walked over to the dresser. Her brother was a cop, Christ I hoped he hadn’t given her a gun. “Don’t be crude, Michael.” She pulled open one of the drawers.
Michael looked at me and shrugged but at least he didn’t say anything else. If we kept our mouths shut and let this play out, we had a fifty/fifty chance of still sleeping in the bed with her tonight.
She pulled a box out of the drawer, then a piece of paper. Both our gazes followed her as she walked back to the bed and sat down again.
“Zoey, are you okay, sweetheart?” I wasn’t too manly to admit she was scaring me.
“Yes, come sit.” She patted the mattress and we joined her on the bed. “Dinner, the candles, I even had a pretty robe and everything. I was worried.” She handed Michael the paper and me the box she’d gotten out of the drawer.
Michael looked down at the paper, then handed to me. The paper was what Slinking Ink used to draw their tat templates. The drawing on it was awesome. I handed it back to Michael and took the lid off the box she’d given me. I looked at what was inside and I wondered how she was able to do this without us finding out?
Michael was first to speak, “I know you didn’t have this done, because no license tattoo artist would ink a pregnant woman. I also know Falon’s work when I see it so I am really hoping he did not do that tat on you: one, he put his license at risk, not to say it could have put un-do stress on the babies and two, if he was dumb enough to do one, he won’t have to worry about his license, he will be dead for touching you. The only one putting ink on your body is me.”
“Falon drew it for me. I wanted to get it after the babies are born, when it is safe. I want it over my left breast.” Loving the woman for the rest of my life was going to be as easy as breathing. The template held three hearts that connected, each one held one of our names, the two smaller hearts dropped below the larger hearts. Inside them was a question mark to be filled in when they had names.
“How about this?” I asked and held up the frame.
“Dad made the frame and helped me put it all together. Your moms had each of your footprints and I had mine.” I glanced and Michael and we both smiled at her referring to Reilly as Dad, the man had taken her under his wing the minute he’d seen her. He wanted grandbabies but that wasn’t why he’d taken to our Zoey. She slipped in mine and Michael’s hearts, it’d be naïve to think she couldn’t do it to someone else.
“Zoey, they are beautiful just like you,” Michael said and leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Babe, these couldn’t be a better gift,” I said and kissed her other cheek. Inside the frame were our baby footprints above the picture of the sonogram, then below were two blank spots to be filled with our babies’ footprints. Underneath it all was the words “Our Family”.
“I can’t believe I waited to tell you!”
“Waited to tell us what, Zoe? I love you, you should be able to tell us anything,” Michael said.
“I love you too, baby. What did you want to tell us?” I asked and she looked from Michael to me.
“I wanted to tell you that I love both of you more each day. Well, maybe not so much when you are being pushy or overbearing but the other times. You make me crazy but I think that is part of being in this family. Everyone starts out normal, then BAM! the parents step in and before you blink they have you in their web and there is no way out. Why are you both smiling?”
“Did you just say you loved us?” I asked and she looked toward me.
“Yes. But you said it first.” She actually pouted.
“Does it really make a difference?” Michael asked her.
“Yes, I wanted to say it first.”
When we both just kept smiling at her, she stood from the bed and turned to face us.
“Can I have my rings now?” A smile spread on her face.
Michael looked back at me and I picked the box with the rings up and we both we both went down on one knee, looking up at her. We’d talked this over when we bought the rings.
Each of us taking one of her hands in ours. “Zoey Marshall, will you have us both, as your best friends, your lovers, the fathers for your children? Will you marry one of us and sign in to a legal commitment with the other? If you will take us on, we will promise you will never be alone, never go a day without us showing you how much you mean to us, and we will love you forever.” When I finished tears ran down her cheeks but she forced the words out.
“Yes, yes to it all. I will even take the crazy family.” We laughed and Michael took one ring out and handed it to me while he kept the other. He placed his first on her finger, then I slid mine on. The two pieces fit together, locking where the stones were in their setting.
“I love it,” she said and held her hand out, moving it around, watching the light as it reflected off the two diamonds.
“We can talk about this later in depth but this is what we were thinking. It is your decision though. You will marry me, and we both will go into a legal committed relationship agreement with Michael. I’m the only male in my family, Michael has brothers but that all doesn’t matter if we choose to do as Fin, Tony, and Brook. We will change our names to Macaroy-O’Malley. Totally up to you, babe. We get you, the other is just semantics.”
“I like that.” She smiled and we stood, me taking her mouth in a kiss that left us panting. Zoey didn’t get to catch her breath when Michael kissed her. The deal was sealed and there was no going back, just forward.
Our woman stepped back from us and lifted her shirt over her head, the bra dropped, her sweatpants hit the floor with her underwear following. She stood before us naked and feeling like a lucky bastard when my eyes landed on the bump that seemed to grow by day.
It didn’t take long for Michael and I to discard our clothes. Michael laid on the end of the bed, knelt and placed her legs over his shoulder. I stood and watched him pleasure her with his mouth, as her back arched and she moved her hips, trying to shift herself to where she wanted his mouth, I smiled. In the last couple weeks the difference in the way she reacted to us sexually grew with the pregnancy. After finding out we were having twins we were a little concerned that taking her together could cause her to have issues. When we stressed our concerns she promptly informed us that she knew her body, and it was craving us—together. We’d laughed and that had her pouting. Then the tears came and we would have done anything to stop them. It wasn’t like it was a chore to love her so we’d given in and taken her together.
After, while we laid catching our breaths, she’d giggled. When Michael tickled her to tell us why she was laughing, she’d confessed to playing us to get what she wanted. Then she blushed and added that she didn’t know how long the hormones were going to last but she seemed to be constantly horny. I’d told her, the hormones could stay, even after the babies came. That all she had to do was ask and Michael and I had no problem fulfilling her needs, any of them. Since it was like unleashing a tiger in our bed. Waking up with your woman going down on your dick was better t
han an alarm clock. Assaulted in the shower, fuck yeah, bring it.
“Stop teasing and make me come!” Zoey snapped and Michael chuckled and stood, which had her legs resting straight up his torso. One thrust of his hips and Zoey’s moan as she threw her head back let me know he went all the way in.
I grabbed my cock and stroked to the pace they set. When his hand reached down and he pinched her studded clit, her scream had me thinking we might need to soundproof the bedroom.
“Stay with me, baby. I’m almost there,” Michael said as his pace picked up. “Come on, Zoe, give me one more.
Zoey’s head moved back and forth in answer but it didn’t stop Michael, he moved her legs down off his chest, spread her wide, leaned over her, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She grabbed his hair and held him too her as her body shook from another orgasm.
Michael stood back up and pounded into her finding his own release. When he pulled out, he leaned down and kissed her, then moved out of the way.
I didn’t give her time to come down, I stood and watched long enough, I was hard and ready and I wanted to be deep inside her. Grabbing her hips, I flipped her, positioned her on her hands and knees, ass in the air, which with me standing put her pussy at the right height to take my cock. I placed the head at her entrance and slid home, being inside her was just that.
Zoey bowed her back when I bottomed out the position taking me deeper. “Sweetheart, not going to last long this way, you need to come with me.”
“I can’t,” she said and her head leaned down as if she was spent.
The smack to her ass cured that as she lifted her head and look over her shoulder at me. “Keep looking at me like that and I will smack your ass till it is on fire.” I moved faster, the thrust harder, pulling me closer to my release. “Now!” I yelled when I felt the beginning of my orgasm. Zoey shook her head as if telling me again she couldn’t do another. I knew different as I stuck a thumb in my mouth and wet it. On the next thrust in her pussy, I breeched her back hole with my thumb and her scream matched my roar as her climax tightened her wall around my dick and shook as my orgasm seemed to drag on until I had nothing left to give. I leaned over and kissed the middle of her back and pulled out.
Michael who sat, leaning up against the headboard, chuckled when Zoey plopped on the bed, her face buried in the comforter and mumbled something neither of us understand.
“What was that, sweetheart?” I asked as I headed to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean us up.
“Tired.”
When I came out of the bathroom Michael already moved her up and into the middle of the bed. I cleaned her and then joined them.
“You okay, we were a little rough on you, baby?” I waited and when Zoey didn’t answer I turned toward her to see if she was asleep and Michael had done the same on the other side of her.
She smiled and, “Hmmm…” was the only reply.
“Zoey?” I whispered as a thought hit me. “Um…is it possible my prince albert could leave an indent on the babies’ foreheads as they grow bigger?” I looked over at Michael.
“Man, don’t ask me.”
Zoey giggled, “Maybe you both need to borrow and read Reilly’s book.” Then the bed began to shake as her giggles turned a full out laughter, shaking her entire body. A few minutes past and her laughter stopped and she yawned, “Love you both.”
“Love you too, baby,” Michael and I said at the same time.
Life at least would never be boring as we learned to be a family and parents. But we’d do it, we had great role models.
Michael
“Michael, Reese? Wake up,” Zoey’s voice calling our names had both of us sitting up in bed.
“What is it?” I asked and looked down at Zoey.
“What the fuck is that?” Reese said and I listened.
“Fuck if I know,” the thump, pause, thump, pause, continued at even intervals, “It sounds like it is coming from the next room. I will go look. You stay here with Zoey.” I got out of bed, reached in the nightstand and grabbed my gun, then moved toward the door only to stop and pick up my boxers, slipping the on before heading out of the bedroom.
The hall still held some light so we hadn’t slept that long because it hadn’t gotten dark outside yet. As I moved toward the door to the room we planned to turn into a nursery, the noise got louder. No fucking way. I aimed the gun at the floor and pushed the partially closed door wide open and there he was. I stood there a second and watched as he moved down, pulled a nail out of his mouth, hammered it in the trim he held in the middle of the wall. Then he moved, pulled a nail out of his mouth, and hammered it in the wood.
“What are you doing?” My dad stopped the hammer mid-swing and turned to look at me.
“Did you not learn anything when I let you help me in the shop, boy?
“I meant in this house. What are you doing in this house?”
“I’m putting trim up. What does it look like?”
“How did you get in here, Dad?”
“Well, I rang the bell and when no one answered I used my key. I had picked the trim up today and wanted to drop it off but when I got up here I thought I would go ahead and knock it out.”
“Your key? I took the key back from Ma.” I pinched the bridge of my nose with my fingers and closed my eyes.
“Yes, and you hurt her feeling asking for the key back too, Michael.” My eyes snapped open and he stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Yeah, you aren’t using Ma to take this conversation off track. So how do you have a key?”
“Please, we all have keys.”
“What do you mean by we all, Dad?” Just then, Reese and Zoey walked in.
“How’s my girl doing?” my dad said and smiled at Zoey.
“Doing good, Dad. Reese and I are going down to heat up dinner, you want to join us?” I looked at Reese and he shrugged.
“Told you, deserted island,” Reese said and held his hand out, “Want me to put the gun away for you?” I’d forgotten about having it in my hand so I handed it over to him.
“Dad, who has keys?”
“Duh, Madeline, me, Anthony, Sonia, your ma but she is short one, yours. We have everyone’s.”
Oh hell no. “You mean each parent has their own kids’ keys, right?” This was not going to be good. I just knew it.
“What good would that do in an emergency? We have keys to all your places. Even Jet’s, Reed’s, Mace’s, you know, everyone’s keys? Well, expect Ranger’s. Haven’t had a chance to get a copy of his.”
See I so knew it wasn’t going to be good. And I didn’t imagine the others would be happy either when they found out. I looked at Zoey when she giggled and she put her hand over her mouth. Then I looked at Reese.
“On it, I got my mom. Come on, Zoe, let’s get that food heated,” Reese put his arm around Zoey and led her out of the room.
“Be down in a minute, my girl.”
“Okay, Dad,” Zoey replied as she went through the door and headed to the kitchen.
“How many times am I going to have to tell you she is mine, not yours?”
“Boy, get over it already. Nice boxers, see that is why you were able to get Zoey pregnant.”
Christ, I’m was going to need booze with dinner, “I know I am going to regret this but I will bite. How did my boxers get Zoey pregnant?”
“It’s how I got seven kids. Boxers let a man’s parts breathe, gives him room and his balls aren’t all squished. Which allows the swimmers to stay in shape. Gives them a bigger pool to swim around in so to speak, you know, till they can get out of the pool.”
I ran my hand down my face, turned and headed toward the door. I was going to get dressed, go downstairs, and eat and act like nothing of this had taken place. The realization that the only way I was going to get a break from this was if some else would hurry up and knock up their woman. Hell, much more of this and I’m pretty sure I could figure out how to get that to happen.
After I w
ent to the bedroom and dressed, then headed back down the hall, I stopped to see my dad was still in the room, he had the trim almost done and it looked great. I wasn’t ready to give the man a break so as I passed the door, I yelled over my shoulder, “Just ‘cause you are doing all this, you still aren’t coming in the delivery room.” He’d been hinting about it since the day after the doctor’s appointment.
“We’ll see, boy. I have a few months to work on my girl so she will let me!” was yelled back to me.
“Mine! Not yours!” I snapped.
“Whatever!” my dad answered.
I made it to the kitchen and the sight of Reese sitting at the table with Zoey, waiting for me before the food on the table was served, was all I need for it to click in place. To have everything I wanted, my own family, babies on the way, if I had to put up with Reilly O’Malley every day, it would be worth it. I turned right around and went back to the foot of the stairs.
“Dad, foods ready!”
“Coming, son!”
Epilogue
Bry
“Bry, you finished with the mail? We could use you back here to help move some of the equipment so we can get this cleaning done.”
“Yeah, almost. We need a damn receptionist; my ass is tired of going through tons of junk mail to find out nothing was important in the stack of shit to begin with. How did I get elected to be responsible for this crap anyway?” I was griping and I didn’t care, I just wanted to be a tattoo artist, ink some great pieces, design and draw the templates, that’s it. Life was funny, because even knowing that, I still was ass deep in this situation with the Feds and fuck me, but I was committed to see this through. My game was to make sure the Slinging Ink looked like it was still running full throttle with people coming in and people coming out. When the time came, I had my own role to play in this little game, but right now, this was where I was stuck.
The money we’ve made was nice, I was able to buy my house and pay for it outright. The renovations I’ve done to add the amenities I wanted while keeping most of the original handy work was down to the kitchen, dining room, and living room. My five bedroom, three story brownstone was awesome even if Michael lived a street over. I liked working with my hands, the smell of wood as you sanded it down, the trim in a room brought back to its original appearance. All of it. I needed two weeks off straight I figured to have the last three rooms knocked out, especially since Reed had been helping me when he had some free time. Not that we had much, but since Reed was currently training with Fin for his debut fight, he had to stay outta sight when he wasn’t at the gym. Made working on my place kinda simple.
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