Our Love Story: An MMFMM Romance

by Love, Frankie

  Truth is … I don’t know. I’m over my head and I know in my heart I can’t sleep on it. I have to tell the guys now.

  Because one of them is the father.

  Sitting on the couch with them, knowing I have information that will permanently rock our world, terrifies me. It’s so much and I have no idea how to gauge how they will react.

  In fact, I have no idea how I am reacting myself.

  Motherhood?

  “Chloe,” Noah says. “You look like a complete mess. What’s going on?”

  “Dude,” Enzo says, shooting him a look of distaste for his word choice. But I’m not offended.

  Noah is right: I do look a mess. I haven’t slept well in weeks, I feel nauseous, but it isn’t morning sickness that is bothering me. It’s the uncertainty I feel in the pit of my stomach.

  “Would you like some tea?” Mason asks.

  I shake head. “No, I just have to say it or I’ll chicken out,” I admit.

  That causes all the guys to look at me with concern. My breathing is shallow and I look down at my hands, seeing that they are trembling. I don’t think I have ever been so nervous before.

  How were we not more careful?

  “What is it, babe?” Mason says, putting his hand on my back, trying to calm me, but it’s useless. Tears prick my eyes, and I blink, wanting to wash them before they fall. It doesn’t work. And the emotions welling up in me get the guys’ complete attention. Ethan and Noah move from the other couch and come sit on the floor next to Enzo, Mason, and me.

  “You have to tell us, we can’t help otherwise,” Ethan says.

  He’s right, of course. The room is so still you could hear a pin drop, the crashing ocean waves feel a million miles away, and all that is here, now, is this circle of trust, of love. This circle with my men.

  But it feels so fragile. Our hearts buoyed together, knit so close but this revelation will change all that.

  Will change everything.

  “You’re starting to scare me, Bella,” Enzo says quietly, his hand resting on my knee.

  I don’t know who to make eye contact with. I don’t want to hurt anyone. So I look down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear and gathering my courage.

  I’ve been so nervous, but now the words tumble from my mouth. “I’m pregnant.”

  The confession is followed by complete silence. And that, more than anything, scares me the most. Enzo’s grip on my knee tenses, Mason’s hand on my back stills.

  And I look up, scared of what I’ll find. My men running for the door? A fight over whose baby this is? Anger over my carelessness when taking the pill?

  I cover my face sobbing now. I feel the nonverbal conversation happening around me, and that makes me cry even harder.

  This was not the plan.

  My shoulders heave as I cry, and all I can think is that I am hurting too many people with this news. Only one of them is the father and what will that truth cause? A falling out between us all?

  I just want things to stay the same, forever. My life is finally making sense but now only one thing is certain: This truth changes everything.

  “Chloe, sweetie, shh,” Mason says, trying to soothe me. His hand moves again, circles on my back. “Can you move your hands?”

  I try to stifle my cries as I lower my hands, knowing I’m nothing but a snotty mess. Ethan hands me a tissue and I blow my nose. I know girls are supposed to be all dainty and cute around their guys but anything fake about me fell away a long time ago. With these four guys, I am my most real, most authentic self, but right now I am unnerved.

  What if this pregnancy changes how they see me? What if the woman I am is no longer the woman they want?

  “Chloe, it’s okay,” Enzo says, reaching for my hand. “You don’t need to cry, Bellissima.”

  I bite my bottom lip, trying to steady myself.

  “A baby?” Noah says, his voice revealing his shock. “You’re really pregnant?”

  “Dammit, Noah.” Mason shoots him a bruised look. “This is amazing, Chloe.”

  “When did you find out?” Ethan asks. When I look at him I see his dark eyes covered in clouds of grey.

  “Today. I took a test. So, I haven’t seen a doctor or anything. I had to tell you guys, obviously.”

  “Right,” Noah. “Of course.” As he says it, he runs a hand over his jaw as if absorbing my words.

  Mason wraps his arms around me. “Baby, I’m so happy for us. This is incredible.”

  I pull back. “You aren’t mad?”

  He laughs. “Sweetie, of course, I’m not mad.” Mason presses his hand to my fit belly, a grin on his face. “You are growing a person. I just never expected this right now.”

  “This is why you’ve been so tired and haven’t been feeling well,” Enzo mentions, observant as always. “You’re probably going to be too tired to work for a while.”

  “This is insane,” Noah says. “I mean ... who’s the father?”

  I watch his shoulders tense. He stands and begins pacing the room, clearly with a lot on his mind. We all do.

  “She obviously doesn’t know, she just found out,” Ethan says sharply.

  “Dude, I’m not an idiot,” Noah growls. “I was just processing out loud.”

  Okay, so I was right about tensions mounting with this information dump.

  “Do you want to know?” Enzo asks softly. “I mean, what would that mean for all of us?”

  I raise my eyebrows not expecting to go there so fast. I realize the paternity is a big part of this equation, but in this instant, I just feel like an idiot. I can’t help it. I burst into tears again.

  “What, Chloe?” Ethan asks, kneeling before me, he presses a hand to my cheek, forcing our eyes to meet. “Why are you crying?”

  I shake my head, my back falling into the couch cushions, defeated. Closing my eyes, I answer, “Because no one is saying congratulations or this is wonderful; everyone is just kinda freaking out.”

  The room goes quiet again and I’m just so exhausted. All I want to do is crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep.

  “What did I expect?” I say, pulling myself from the couch and standing. “We’re a complicated relationship that just got a hell of a lot more complicated. I don’t know how to make sense of a baby. I just got used to the idea of us in the real world.”

  Ethan clears his throat. “What else aren’t you saying?”

  I cover my mouth, wondering how he sees right to my heart. I shake my head, ashamed of my truth. Scared that when I admit what is really freaking me out-- and it isn’t the guys-- that they will be the ones rejecting me.

  “I get that this relationship is hard work,” Mason says. “But baby, we’re here for you. Through thick and thin.”

  I look Ethan’s way, but by the firm line of his mouth, I wonder if that is actually everyone’s truth.

  “Mason’s right,” Enzo adds. “This wasn’t something we had really planned but…”

  Noah snorts. “Not really planned? Jesus fucking Christ, Enzo, we don’t even own a house. Or a car. Let alone have time for a freaking baby.”

  I raise my eyes, not exactly expecting that outburst but it doesn’t scare me.

  In fact, it relieves me. Because those are the exact same fears running through my mind. Pretending this is going to be some sweet-as-pie-happily-ever-after would be living in la-la-land. I’ve never lived in that place. Not as a little girl, and certainly not now. I’m a realist and reality is kicking in really damn fast.

  “We don’t have to have everything figured out right now. Chloe just found out she’s pregnant. We have months to get ourselves in order,” Mason says, running a hand through his blond hair. “We don’t need to fight over--”

  Ethan cuts him off. “Look, I get what you’re saying, but Chloe isn’t through saying her piece. I can see it in her eyes.”

  I swallow. My face is flushed and my eyes so tired.

  “He’s right,” I admit. “There is more to this than buying a mini
-van and a permanent address.”

  “What is it?” Enzo asks. “You can trust us. We love you, more than the stars and the seas.”

  I throw my hands in the air, unable to hold back any longer. “Look, I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not ready to be a mom, you guys.” I blink back another onslaught of tears. “I’ve never had one. There’s no way I can do this.”

  Then I rush from the room, knowing I’m leaving my men with a pile of unanswered questions, but also knowing that for right now, this is the best I can give them.

  Give the truth.

  Chapter 48

  CHLOE

  Maybe it was the heated conversation, but after I leave the living room, and enter my bedroom, all I can think about is getting my mind off our heavy conversation.

  Admitting to them that being a mom was the most terrifying thing of all is a relief but I am also on the verge of getting swallowed up in shame. Shouldn’t the prospect of motherhood be the most joyous time of my life? But I’m only twenty-three.

  There’s so much I haven’t done or experienced, and a baby has been so far from my radar, that it’s actually a little insane, to be honest. I may have been on the pill, but I have four energetic partners. If a little guy was going to get through, it would be one of their powerful seeds that did the trick.

  Still, all I imagine when I think about motherhood is abandonment and there is nothing sexy about that. My mom left me when I was little … never coming back. Maybe it’s in my genes, running from your kids. Maybe I don’t have the DNA to be a constant for a child.

  I step into my bathroom and turn on the shower full blast. While the bathroom gets steamy, I brush my teeth and slip out of my clothes, hoping the scorching hot shower can wash away some of my heartache.

  After washing my hair, I let the water slide over my shoulders, soaking in the heat as I lean against the tiled wall.

  One pee test and my world changed forever. So, what happens next? I’m scared to face the guys, to hear them voice their concerns and admit that they don’t think I’m cut out for this.

  I can’t bear to hear them tell me that I’m right; I’m not enough.

  “Chloe?” Ethan’s voice cuts through my dark thoughts. “Can I come in?”

  “Yeah,” I call out, reaching for the water and turning it off.

  Ethan comes in bare-chested, wearing a pair of sweats, and hands me a towel. “We didn’t want you to be alone,” he says. Behind him, I see my other men. Enzo, Mason, and Noah, all waiting for me.

  Their presence here, in my steamy bathroom, immediately puts me at ease, and all my worries seem to slip away as they reach for me, pulling me toward them. I may doubt myself in a thousand ways, but my men haven’t left me, not now, not yet. They are here, still standing, and drawing me near.

  “Baby, don’t cry,” Noah says, wrapping a towel around me as I step from the shower. My hair drips on the tile floor, and I watch Enzo and Mason step back to my bedroom, turning on the lamp and pulling back my blankets.

  Ethan takes a comb and begins to untangle my hair as Noah dries me off. “You’re all being too good to me,” I tell them, overwhelmed.

  “No such thing, Chloe, you’re our everything,” Ethan says from behind me, his words tickling my ear.

  “And you are carrying too much on your own,” Noah says.

  Their words really help ease my uncertainty. After all, they were the two who seemed most shocked and underwhelmed downstairs when I told them the news.

  Mason comes back into the bathroom, our eyes meeting. When he looks at me, he sees me as the best version of myself. But sometimes that belief in me, it’s scary. Like, am I really the woman he imagines? Am I really as good and pure and true as he deserves?

  “They’re right,” Mason says. “Whatever happens these next nine months, you have to let us be the ones to help carry you.”

  Behind me, Ethan kisses the base of my neck, pushing aside my wet hair. I close my eyes, letting the moment wash over me.

  His lips on my bare skin feel like a sunrise, hope in a new dawn. My head falls back and the towel drops as Noah lowers to his knees. His mouth is on my belly, kissing it softly, and tears prick my eye at the tenderness. I know Noah doesn’t want to be a father, he said as much at Disneyland a few weeks ago, but regardless, he is here, right now, with me.

  Maybe they are right. Maybe all the problems can’t be solved in one night or in one month. Hell, in a lifetime. But maybe right now the answer I need, in this moment, is right in front of me.

  Enzo takes a bottle of essential oil from my bathroom counter and cocks his head toward the bedroom.

  We silently follow his lead, and he tells me to lie on my belly. I do as I am told. He rubs lavender massage oil on my back, his strong capable hands applying the perfect amount of pressure. I turn my head to the side, my cheek propped on a pillow, and find Mason there. He’s taken off his pants and I watch as he runs his hand over his thick shaft. It grows under his touch, and I feel my pussy get wet at the sight before me.

  Mason is so hot, and it’s crazy to think someone, as ripped as him, could be aroused by me. But if his growing cock says anything, it’s that I do.

  “It feels so good,” I moan as Enzo works out the tension in my shoulders. I turn my head and on the other side of me is Noah, who has also stepped out of his pants. His ladder of abs is something to behold and I bite my bottom lip, groaning at my mounting excitement.

  “You like that, love?” he asks, but he knows I do because I reach out to him, rolling over so I am on my back, reaching one hand around him and my other hand around Mason on the other side of me. His big cock is so thick and smooth in my hand; I love the way it throbs under my touch.

  Enzo straddles me, massaging my breasts tenderly, somehow aware that they are more sensitive than normal.

  They are growing too.

  “Bella,” he moans. “Your tits are so gorgeous,” I swear they’ve grown a cup size overnight and I smile widely, loving the attention. “They’ve gotten so big.”

  “I know, and I’m hornier than I usually am too,” I admit. I feel Ethan’s hands press my legs apart, his mouth blowing warm air against my exposed pussy. I bite my bottom lip as his tongue presses against my cunt, licking and teasing me.

  I love it when he gets me off with his powerful mouth, somehow his dark, angsty personality has figured out how to expertly get me off with a few flicks of his tongue, and even though he is usually so complicated, somehow when he starts working me over with his mouth, everything makes sense.

  My pussy is so wet, so close to release. I lift my ass as Ethan licks me up and down, over and over again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge until I spill over. I come against Ethan’s mouth, my hands still holding two magnificent cocks. I orgasm in waves, crashing in great swells.

  “Oh, God,” I whimper from the sensation of being with all four of my men at once. When we started messing around, it was only about pleasure, but now it is so much more than that. Now it is about making love. And that is how this room feels right now– perfectly devoted and fulfilled.

  I try to push away my fears, the ones rocking against my heart.

  A baby is going to change this perfection.

  Change everything.

  And I don’t want any of it to change. I want this. This moment. Forever.

  I’m suddenly terrified of just how much I might lose.

  Everything.

  I roll over, on top of Enzo now, and press his hard cock into my cunt. “In a hurry, Bellissima?” he asks with a teasing smile, but I just nod. Suddenly, I need all of my loves close to my body, against me, near me, in me. With me.

  I need them in a desperate, primal way.

  I rock against Enzo’s cock, wanting him buried deep inside me, and I lift my ass, pulling Noah behind me.He holds my ass cheeks with his hands, and after applying lube, and inserting two fingers, he eases his way inside me. I cry out as the burning pleasure erupts inside me. I’m filled with two men. But I am h
ungry for more. Mason kneels before me, his cock is needy and his eyes so filled with desire it makes my core ache.

  I lean over, my lips wrapping around his length. My mouth is full and my pussy is full and my ass is full and my heart? It is damn near exploding. Ethan lies on the bed beside us, slightly distant, but I am able to reach for his cock, and when I do I hear him sigh in relief.

  It’s an orchestrated orgy, our bodies moving slowly as we enjoy one another, in no rush for the night to end. My body is devoured and enjoyed, and as I pump Ethan’s shaft, his come explodes from his velvety tip and feels beautiful. As Enzo’s cock releases deep inside my pussy, my body melts closer into him.

  When Noah comes hard, holding my hips with both hands, my cries grow louder, his come filling my ass with such carnality that we both groan in complete devotion. When Mason’s horny cock fills my throat with his milky come I swallow it like a good lover, licking my lips and savoring every last drop.

  We collapse on my bed, our bodies a tangle and our hearts entwined.

  I have no idea how our story will end and neither do they. Noah lets his fears fall from his lips as the moon hangs low in the night sky and as the world around us sleeps. “I don’t want to let you down, baby.”

  His fingers lace through mine, and we all burrow deeper into a cocoon of our own making.

  Maybe if I fall asleep, I’ll wake up to this all having been a dream.

  Chapter 49

  MASON

  The house is a mother fucking train wreck. Enzo’s dad has come at the most inopportune time. Chloe is a mess, not to mention Noah and Ethan are on fucking edge. Apparently, Chloe’s announcement rocked their worlds in a way that escaped Enzo and me. We are going to have a baby with the woman we love more than life itself. Why is this a bad thing? Shouldn’t it be the happiest time of our lives?

  Instead, we got those two walking around dazed and confused and damn, Ethan’s the worst. He’s always looked like a fucking cloud was hovering above him, but the last few days it’s more than that. It’s a fucking tsunami up in here.