EPILOGUE ONE

SEBASTIAN

Six Months Later…

Pregnant women are demanding, let's just get that straight, but you know what else they are? Hot as fuck. They both reach that desperately horny phase around the same time, and I know what you're thinking, how would we even notice? Trust me, we realize right around the time they start jumping us relentlessly. I mean, we're equal opportunity sex addicts, but they become seriously aggressive. Take what I'm witnessing right now, for example.

Lucy's the worst out of the two, which is so refreshingly out of character, because our little former virgin wife is sexually predatory right now, and even shocking Stella at times. Gage is just perfectly innocently making coffee, and chatting with me, and the next thing, Lucy stomps into the room, and stands before us with her hands on her hips.

"Someone fuck me right now, dammit!" I admit it, we both pause, staring at our sassy, slightly flushed looking, round-bellied lady. She literally probably still has Mav's cum dripping from her right now, after we left them doing each other in bed with Stella watching and rubbing one out. We only left because we both got off already, but this? Yeah, I'm up for it again, and I know Gage is, wanna guess how? He grabs her, slams his lips against hers and starts kissing her, like he's seriously sex-starved and desperate too. Jesus. I thought we were all deviant motherfuckers already, but now? It's a wonder we leave the bedroom these days.

"Thought Mav was doing you, baby?" I whisper as I reach over and stroke her flushed cheek, and she and Gage break apart.

She takes a ragged breath and reaches out to run a hand down each of our chests.

"We were sharing him, but… oh god, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but… I needed… um…"

"More cocks?" Her face flushes darker and she covers it with her hands.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't help it. I need all of you, all the damn time!" She stomps her foot, and that little frown on her face is adorable.

"If it helps, we enjoy servicing our wives," Gage says, his tongue touching his lip ring and making us both want him. "You want two cocks, baby? Want us to stretch you out real good, help you get ready for our baby to come out?"

Truthfully, she should be due any time now, according to the OBGYN, so any day now, we expect to be rushing to the hospital. It's not ideal, because we live a little out of the way, but all of our attempts to remedy that situation were rejected by our ladies. No, we can't live somewhere closer to the hospital until they've both given birth. No we can't home birth them ourselves. No, we can't kidnap and hold captive an entire team of people to be on hand here when they go into labor. There's just no pleasing our wives sometimes.

Lucy lifts off her top and drops it on the kitchen floor, revealing her heavier than normal breasts to us, her nipples already reaching for our touch. Fucking hell. My mouth latches over one, as Gage goes for the other and she cups both of our heads as she moans. Then she grabs a handful of my hair, and Gage's, if his growl is anything to go by, and pulls us back.

"Don't go getting any ideas, boys. Mama's milk will all be for her baby, yes?" We exchange a wicked grin, because maybe we've discussed it, fantasized about it, but we won't tell her now.

"Listen to little mama getting all fired up and commanding. Doesn't that just make you wanna tongue fuck her, baby?" Hell yes. I get down on my knees and drag her loose floaty skirt down, as Gage helps her step out of it. No panties either. Our sweet little wife needs us so bad. I push her legs wider and latch my mouth around her clit, sucking lightly as she immediately gasps, and her legs weaken. Gage catches her, helping her balance as he goes back to kissing her, and as I press her pussy lips apart with my thumbs and thrust my tongue inside her, she starts shuddering, and then soaks my face as she squirts. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, it fucking rains.

Actually, it rains a lot more than usual, and then she shoves Gage back as one hand clutches her stomach. "Oh god, what did you do?"

MAV

Two horny wives keep us pretty busy. It's a fucking relief that there are three of us to look after them, because they're seriously riding us hard. Literally right now, in fact. I hold Stella's hands as she takes what she needs from me, literally using me as her bucking bronco… fucking bronco… don't judge me, I'm being sexed to death here.

"Baby, you look so fucking gorgeous like this." She does. She's glowing, like they say pregnant women do, her skin flushed and pink, her beautiful baby bump stretching her skin and rubbing against my abs, and her fucking tits, Jesus, they're epic. They were amazing before, but now I could literally suffocate between them, and that's something I'm more than willing to test.

Her back arches as she orgasms, and it's the most graceful beautiful thing a man will ever see, his wife in the throes of pure unadulterated pleasure. I'm so fucking close to blowing my load when Pretty Boy runs into the room, rubbing his hair with a towel.

" Bruv , guys. It's fucking ‘bruv' time." We both freeze for a moment, but we know what that word means. No longer a safeword for the ladies, it's their ‘go time' call. The baby's fucking coming right now. Right fucking now? I was seconds from coming, but Stella makes an excited squeak and slides off my dick, which is already starting to soften. Lucy's having our fucking baby! Screw sex.

"Is she okay?" I ask as I sit up and grab my pants, while Stella frantically dresses again.

Sebastian shrugs, wiping his face with the towel again. He took time to shower when our wife was in labor? What the fuck?

He catches my glare and rolls his eyes. "Her water broke, man, all over my fucking head. She insisted on me washing my hair. Gage is with her, but she's starting to get labor pains, so we need to move. What part of ‘bruv' didn't you get?"

"Oooh Pretty Boy gets sassy when he gets wet. I'm fucking moving. Get her bag." PB rolls his eyes at me and points to the bag waiting by the door.

"I'm not the one taking my time to get dressed, dickhead. Meet us downstairs."

"When did he become the boss of me," I grumble to Stella, as I grab her hand and run for the stairs.

When we reach the hallway, we see Lucy, clutching both sides of her stomach and breathing through her teeth. "Nice of you to join us," she hisses out, as Gage drapes her coat around her shoulders.

"Shall we go? What are we waiting for? She's in labor, dammit!" I grab the bag from Pretty Boy and wrench the door open.

"Such a drama queen," Stella says, taking Lucy's hand and leading her to the car as Gage unlocks it. "Breathe, babe, just breathe. It's finally time! We get to meet our daughter."

"We still don't know that for sure, Stel. Women's intuition apparently isn't an acceptable-"

"It's a boy, for fuck's sake, I keep telling ya," Gage says as he starts the engine while we're still stuffing two pregnant ladies into the back seat. I sit beside Lucy as Sebastian gets in the front and then we're moving. It's forty fucking minutes to the hospital, but I know Gage'll do it in less than thirty, and we'll all be cursing him the whole time.

LUCY

I'm scared, I'm so scared. What if something goes wrong? What if the baby isn't healthy, or I did something wrong and we lose her. I know, we don't officially know the gender, but I'm certain it's a little girl. Mums just know, right? For the record, I think Stella's having a girl too, so maybe I'm just projecting my wishes onto us both. I love the idea of two little girls growing up together. As long as I haven't messed this up. The pain starts again, in full force, and I practically whine, squeezing down on Stella's and Mav's hands. I hope they don't value their fingers all that much, because I know I'm crushing them.

"Breathe, baby," Mav murmurs, using his other hand to stroke my damp hair back from my face.

"You fucking breathe," I snap right back, but I don't know why I'm being such a bitch to him. It's not his fault, well, actually it might literally be his fault I'm in pain, but I love him too much to use him as my punching bag like this. "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Oh, so you don't want me to breathe? Harsh, baby, so harsh." How he's making me giggle right now, I have no idea, but it helps.

"Hi, yes, finally! My name's Sebastian Stone, I'm bringing in my wife, Lucy Carlisle-Dillon-Stone. She's in labour… what? I don't know, hang on." He looks at us then.

"How far apart are the contractions?"

I glare at him. "Not really taking the time to look at a watch right now, dickhead. Sorry, sorry. Oh god, why am I being like this?"

"You're in pain, babe, it's fine. They're asking though."

"It's only the second time, Pretty Boy, so we can't be sure right now," Gage says far too reasonably for my liking. He should try going through this. It's eased now and I relax, loosening my death grip on my husband's and wife's fingers.

"Thank god. It stopped."

"No, no, we're not going to sit at home and wait longer, dammit. We live nearly an hour away from you." Sebastian slams a hand on the dashboard of the car, and Gage tuts at him. "Yeah, we'll be there in about thirty minutes. A lot can happen in thirty minutes, dammit. Her water broke like ten minutes ago. Did I mention that part?" He sighs, his head sagging. "Yeah, thank you. Sorry I'm being a dick, it's my first baby."

"You'd think he's going to squeeze the kid out of him," Mav says with a chuckle, which turns into a full on laugh when both Gage and Sebastian flash a middle finger at him.

Now I'm not in pain, I'm wondering if I panicked unnecessarily, or if I exaggerated the pain in my mind at the time. That sense of urgency has gone, along with the pain. What if I wasted everyone's time? What if it's days before our baby arrives? Oh god. What if it literally takes days, and I'm in labour the whole time? Twelve minutes later, when the pain hits again, and I know the time because Stella called it out, I wish for that painless pause to return, because this hurts like a bitch. It's like period cramps on steroids and in a bad mood. I squeeze down on Mav's and Stella's fingers again, and yell at Gage to drive faster.

STELLA

Watching Lucy in labor is not exactly making me want to give birth. The pregnancy itself has been amazing, even with morning sickness, and of course I want the baby. However, the birth part I'd like to skip out on. I've read every book you can find on childbirth, and it hasn't eased my anxiety one bit, if anything it only added to it.

I sit with Lucy as they get ready to deliver the baby. The guys were very upset, when Lucy went through her birth plan with the doctor's office, that they could not be there. Either she had to choose one of them to be there or only me. They only allow one person in the delivery room, so it was a tough choice.

I have no doubt that all three men are in the waiting room, constantly barking for updates. I won't even be surprised. if I go out there after the baby is born. to find that they've been kicked out of the hospital. All three of our husbands tend to get rather unreasonable when we are involved, add a baby to it and it only gets worse. Neither Lucy nor I know what we are having, because we decided to let it be a surprise. She wants a girl. I kind of want a boy for one simple reason. If either of us have a girl, these men will go ballistic when she reaches dating age. No boy would be safe. I know how they behave when they think a man is looking at us, and I can only assume with their daughters it'll get more dangerous. Boys are safer.

We still haven't settled on names, because everything Gage came up with was insanity. He went from Albuquerque to Leviathan. And let's not forget Demon. I'm really not sure he should be permitted to name a cat, let alone a human being.

The doctor adjusts the bed, removing part of it, as I look on, probably feeling as much fear as Lucy is. The nurse pushes her left thigh back and nods to me. "I'll need you to push that leg back."

I take in a deep breath as I do as instructed, while Lucy grips my free hand like she's trying to break it. Looking down at her, I smile softly. "You're doing great. Breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth."

The doctor sits down on a stool between her legs. "It's time to push. Put your chin on your chest and push as hard as you can, until I tell you to stop."

After eight pushes, the baby's head keeps going back and never fully emerging, and Lucy is exhausted.

"I can't do this, Stella. I'm already a terrible mother."

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, because this is only for her to hear. "You are a fucking amazing wife, and you'll be an even better mother. Come on, baby, you can do this. For us. When the doctor says to push, you'll give it everything you have, so we can finally hold our child."

"Daughter," she smiles softly.

The doctor nods at Lucy. "Okay, with the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can. We have to get your baby out, or we'll need to do a C-Section."

Only seconds later, the nurse says, "You're having a contraction. Push."

I glance between her legs and see the most amazing sight I've ever seen. It's a beautiful head full of dark hair.

Another three pushes, and our first baby is born. The doctor holds the baby up. "Congratulations, it's a girl."

Lucy stares at our daughter in disbelief as she sobs softly. The nurse puts the baby on her belly while she suctions her nose and mouth, and she screams. Immediately Lucy puts her to the breast, to give her a chance to get acquainted. It was explained to us that her milk wouldn't come in for a few days, but everything the baby needs would be in the colostrum; the liquid that comes from the breasts before the actual milk comes in. Nurse Rodgers went on to explain that what she needs more than anything right now is skin to skin contact.

After the nurse does the testing she needs to do, to ensure our little girl is healthy, she wraps her in a pink blanket and hands her to Lucy, but she tells her to let me hold her.

Her little face is so sweet as she sleeps in my arms. I speak softly to her, so I don't scare her, "I'm your other mommy. We are going to love you so much you'll get sick of us. Your little brother or sister will be here soon. In just a minute, I'll go get your daddies. I guarantee you, they will be a little obsessed with you. It's kind of their thing, yes it gets annoying, but they love so fiercely you will never doubt if they care about you."

Lucy starts giggling. "A little?"

I walk over and put our sweet angel back in Lucy's arms. "I'm going to go put the guys out of their misery."

Leaning down, I kiss her softly on the lips. "You were right. It doesn't feel like I'm an outsider. I know there's no DNA of mine in her, but it feels like she's ours."

Her gaze goes from the baby to my eyes. "Of course she's ours, Stella. We all know only one of them could biologically be her father, but she's all of ours. We did this together."

I nod slightly. "I love you. You did good. I'll be right back."

I walk into the waiting room to find three men that look like they're awaiting the executioner. Their faces are etched with worry. Sebastian and Gage sit beside each other with their elbows on their knees, and faces in their hands. Mav is pacing in the hallway when he turns to spot me, and quickly makes his way to me.

"Please tell me she's okay. I can't. Please just t-"

I smile softly. "She's fine. And so is your daughter."

Mav and Sebastian look relieved, but Gage looks angry.

"I'm going to see my daughter. I'd like to see these fuckers stop me. I'll kill every one of them if I have to."

I shake my head at his ridiculous behavior, although it's really not abnormal for him. "Put the Gage Rage away, husband. I'm taking you to see them right now."

Instantly he relaxes his shoulders, and I walk down the hall with them in tow, and I hear their low voices.

"A girl," Gage says, "Imagine how many losers we're going to have to kill."

Mav and Sebastian chuckle, and Mav adds, "If she looks anything like Lucy, there's going to be at least a hundred."

We stand outside her room when I turn to them. "Now you listen to me. That's enough of that for now. Every single one of you will behave. Especially you, Gage."

He grins at me. "I love it when you scold me, little mama. Wanna find a closet after we see our daughter?"

I roll my eyes. "One track mind."

All three of our men walk in, and stand staring at the baby like they've never seen a real one before.

"Guys, you can come closer. Come see your little girl."

Without a word, all three of them come and kiss Lucy on the cheek before sitting down, and I glance at them with confusion, because they wanted children so badly, but they aren't even asking to hold her.

"You don't want to hold her?"

They all shake their heads, which only adds to the perplexing situation.

"Why not?"

Gage speaks first, "We don't want to hurt her."

I take the baby from Lucy as she giggles. I walk over to the guys and place her in Gage's arms. I move his hold, so that he's got her head in the crook of his arm. It's clear he's never held a baby. Gage stares at her, not daring to take a breath, as a tear streams down his face. I tilt my head with interest, because this is not a Gage I know.

Lucy clears her throat, as she fists the blankets covering her legs like she's nervous. Really nervous.

"Gage, I need to ask you something, but I need you to not get upset while holding the baby."

Reluctantly he raises his gaze to her. "What, baby?"

"About the name."

He nods. "I don't think Demon will work now. Maybe Angel?"

Lucy giggles, because there is no way we would ever name our son Demon. Jesus. He's really clueless when it comes to naming children.

"I'd really like to name her Giselle, after your sister. But only if you're okay with it." His jaw drops, but he doesn't speak.

"Gage. Are you okay?"

He swallows hard as he glances back to the baby. "She would like that."

The baby opens her eyes, and even though they say they can't really see right away, she looks at him like she sees him, like she knows him, and I watch him crumble. His emotion is palpable in this room.

He speaks through his tears, "Hi Giselle. I'm your daddy. Well, one of them, but trust me, I'm the best."

Mav complains that Gage is hogging the baby already, so I take her from him and give him a chance to meet his daughter. Then comes Sebastian, and all three of them make my heart nearly explode. We've had emotional moments, but I've never seen them like this. It's beautiful, and it cements that this is right. I'm not exactly sure what we will tell our children, when they ask how they ended up with two mommies and three daddies. Surely at some point they will have questions. Maybe though, the how isn't what matters. Perhaps the amazing amount of love we'll shower them with, will be all that they need. My goal is that our daughter never struggles with loving herself the way Lucy and I have. She will never have her own family telling her she isn't good enough. Because she is. She's fucking perfect.