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Bébé à trois

"I wish Noah were here," Charlotte said with a sigh as Yohan grabbed her hand, and they entered the maternity store with Rapha?l on their heels.

Months prior, Yohan had insisted on having the baby baptized, though neither Noah nor Charlotte were believers. They had agreed, if only to please their shared lover, but from Charlotte's point of view, the mere idea of baptizing the baby complicated their lives. It was impossible to explain to the priest who the other parent was in their throuple—either Yohan or Noah—since they had forgone a paternity test.

That Saturday—which Rapha?l had off from work—they had invited him, as the baby's godfather, to come along. Charlotte wasn't even sure if her best friend could be the godfather since he practiced no religion—neither his mom's Catholicism nor his dad's Islam. Rapha?l was an atheist through and through, but he would pretend to follow the faith only because the baptism was so important to Yohan.

Charlotte wanted her girlfriend Nour to be the godmother, but as a Muslim, she wasn't allowed. They had settled upon Yohan's older sister in the end, even though she'd made it clear she didn't approve of their living arrangements .

"Next time, Noah will come too. Besides, you already have two of us here." Yohan gave Charlotte a wink and shot Rapha?l a half smile.

"I can't believe he's gone to Angoulème. And without us, no less."

Yohan failed to conceal a smirk as they kissed her knuckles, their soft lips brushing against her skin before they placed their rugged hands on her round belly. "We have something bigger coming, wouldn't you say? You're getting close, mon amour ."

"All the more reason for him to be here." Charlotte grabbed a basket, but Rapha?l yanked it out of her hands.

"I can still carry a basket," she protested. Yet, Rapha?l was already moving through the aisles of diapers, heading for the infant car seats, unaware of the few people turning their heads to take in Yohan's appearance.

Eccentric, standing at six-feet-two, Yohan harbored a head full of curly pink and yellow hair, their eyebrows dyed an electric blue over their beautiful hazel eyes. Their tanned face displayed sharp features and a straight nose over luscious lips. They were wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater under a leather trench coat, over a long black skirt falling down to their black combat boots. Between punk Yohan and gothic Noah, Charlotte had no choice but to get used to the constant stares. Her two lovers sure knew how to catch the attention of complete strangers.

It baffled her how Rapha?l wasn't fazed by the side glances either. At five-feet-nine, he was smaller than Yohan. His skin was darker, a deep brown shade that clashed beautifully against his loose white clothes. His eyes held a mesmerizing hazel hue, while his cheeks dug into two dimples, even when he wasn't smiling. His hair was cut short—his husband helped him shave his high taper fade afro during the pandemic.

Rapha?l was busy perusing the car seats while Eurodance from the nineties blasted from the radio.

"Don't you think we might jinx it, buying all this stuff already?" Charlotte asked, scurrying to catch up to Yohan, who was one step ahead.

Yohan raised an eyebrow, their eyes twinkling. "I don't believe in midwives' tales. We need to be ready. It's not like we can buy all this stuff the day after. You'll be exhausted, and I wanna be at the hospital to help. Noah too. We're already late as it is. The baby's coming in two weeks tops."

Rapha?l turned around as someone nearly bumped into him. He looked at Charlotte's huge belly under her gray maternity sweater. Her breasts were even bigger than usual, though he tried his best not to stare. "I agree with Yohan. I can get you anything you want during or after the birth. Just call me. Adrien and I can have it delivered, and we can help build any furniture you want."

They should have bought all the supplies months ago, but Charlotte had refused. Now they had to rush to get everything on time and prepare the nursery. At least they'd already painted the walls a light turquoise blue, the same color as Noah's eyes .

"We still haven't discussed the logistics with your OB-GYN," Yohan added.

"I know, I know." Charlotte tried to dismiss the subject, but Yohan wouldn't let it go.

They grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her in the stroller aisle, forcing her to look at them. "Charlotte, I want to be there, and Noah as well. We couldn't come to the medical visits because it made you uncomfortable. You lied to your doctor and said you didn't know who the father is."

"That's technically not a lie," she replied.

Yohan scrunched their blue eyebrows. "It is a lie. It's either me or Noah. You're the one who didn't want us to take the paternity test. But you can't give birth alone. We need to be there."

She cast an embarrassed look at Rapha?l, who had the decency to look over the strollers as if no argument was going on around him. He looked like a real baby expert. Charlotte knew he'd bought books about babies and everything. He took his job as godfather seriously, to the point where she wondered if he didn't wish to have a kid of his own.

Yohan caught her attention again as they caressed her cheek with their callused fingertips. "We don't know whose DNA the baby has, what genetic conditions, family medical history, and so forth. You know my dad died of cancer. I'd like to know if it's something the baby could have inherited if they're mine. I agreed not to force a test, but I won't cave in when it comes to the birth. "

"Can we discuss all that another time?" Charlotte tried to disengage and pull away from Yohan as she always did, but Yohan shook their head.

"No, we need to discuss this now. Are you ashamed of us or something?"

Her eyes watered just slightly. This happened a lot lately, with the overflow of hormones and whatnot. She could barely control her emotions. She stole a glance at Rapha?l, who had his head buried in one of the strollers, like an ostrich trying to hide.

"Charlotte, we are here for you," Yohan insisted.

"People will judge me," she whispered in a repressed sob. She hated weeping. She wasn't one to cry easily, but her body had betrayed her from the moment she got pregnant.

Yohan sighed. "Haven't they always, though?"

"Not when I was closeted, no." Her eyes rimmed with tears that she blinked away.

"Were you happier then?" The sadness in their voice killed her each time. She hated the part of her that wished she were straight, and she knew Yohan didn't care for her self-hatred either.

"Not really. No."

Rapha?l raised his head right then. So much for him not listening. "Charlotte, you were poly before you knew you were bi. Queer or not, you weren't meant for an easy life. But you are loved. That's more than many monoamorous people can say. "

Charlotte motioned for him not to talk so loud and threw a quick glimpse around to make sure no one had heard his spiel.

Yohan shifted forward, their warm body against hers, her big belly flush against their flat stomach, when a customer tried to sneak behind them. "This is our time, Charlotte. Noah and I, we're so happy about this. I thought you were too."

"I am."

"You need someone there for the birth, and you know your parents…" Yohan didn't finish the sentence.

Charlotte's parents had disowned her when she came out as poly. They said that wasn't part of her father's Vietnamese traditions—because she was a woman—or her white mother's strict Catholic religion. They rejected her right then and there. They didn't even know about the bi part. They sure didn't know she was pregnant either. She doubted that would have changed anything. She preferred not to find out and avoid any more heartbreak.

Yohan looked her up and down with adoration. She knew they loved her, as they took in her short auburn pixie haircut and her dark anthracite eyes. Yohan couldn't hide the adulation in their gaze even if they wanted to.

"I love you," they whispered, then kissed her, brushing their fleshy lips against hers. Their tongue tasted like peppermint, making her moan in their mouth until they pulled away and repeated, "I love you. Nothing will ever change that. "

"I know."

Yohan nodded and grabbed her hand. "Let's take a closer look around. We can finish this discussion later."

"Okay," she acquiesced, a familiar ball of dread settling in her belly as they both joined Rapha?l. "You don't think Noah will be upset he can't choose?" she added to distract herself from her discomfort.

Yohan shrugged. "Noah lost his chance when he decided to go to Angoulème and chose his graphic novels over us."

"It's for work," Charlotte whispered. "It's the first time he got to travel and film YouTube videos outside Paris since the pandemic."

"Right. Still." Yohan ran their tongue over their lower lip, then bit on it as they winked at Charlotte and raised their chin at a stroller Rapha?l was pushing. "He's perfect for the role of godfather, don't you think?"

Rapha?l showed her the huge black stroller he was struggling to maneuver. "I found this. What do you think?"

"That's too big," Charlotte said before noticing the clothing aisle across from him. She cooed over some beige pajamas with a llama stitched on the front and let go of Yohan's hand to rush toward the item. She grabbed the PJs and felt the soft cotton under her thumb.

"We can get it if you want," Yohan said as Rapha?l replaced the stroller on the display.

Charlotte shook her head, but she wouldn't let go of the outfit.

" Ma chérie , you can get whatever you want. Okay? "

She gave a tiny nod and dropped the item in her basket before looking at a little dress. "It's so cute, but we don't know the gender."

Yohan cocked an eyebrow. "Are we really going to buy outfits based on gender? Have you looked at me?"

Charlotte sized up her lover and gave a chuckle. "You're right. I'm being ridiculous. Let's get it."

She put the dress in the basket and took Yohan's hand, relaxing as she focused on their warm skin against hers. Though she tried not to talk about it, the whole pregnancy caused her anxiety. It was bad enough that her parents no longer talked to her, all because they refused to understand how she could be involved with two persons at once—the three of them living under the same roof, sharing the same bed every night. That was without her parents knowing that the three of them were also open to other people outside their triad—or at least, they used to be until they decided to conceive a child and not include anyone else until the baby was born. That her parents didn't know about the pregnancy at all saddened her more than Yohan and Noah could comprehend.

When Rapha?l snapped his fingers in front of her face to pull her out of her reverie, he handed her a baby-blue cardigan that opened in the front. "What about this? Can I get the baby this?"

She let out a little smile. He'd already spoiled the baby with tons of books she didn't even have shelves for yet .

"What a lovely couple," interrupted an older white lady with short gray hair as she came up to them, smelling strongly of rose perfume, the scent of which made Charlotte nauseated. She tried not to gag. To Charlotte's relief, the woman refrained from touching her round belly. "When are you due?"

"In two weeks," Charlotte replied.

The woman looked at Yohan, up and down, though not in a judgmental way. "Your baby is going to be so beautiful with the two of you as parents."

Charlotte braced herself for the common comments on biracial babies, but the lady didn't push the subject. Yohan was laughing to themself. Probably because Charlotte received the exact same comments when she was with Noah. It was when she was with the two of them, showing affection for one another, that people didn't quite know how to handle the situation.

Yohan's lips quirked up. Charlotte knew that smirk all too well. She didn't like it one bit.

"There's no guarantee I'm the biological parent," Yohan let out.

Charlotte felt like pinching them and hiding in a hole. She winced and squeezed Yohan's hand strongly enough to make them squirm as they shot her a glance.

The woman took a little step back. "Oh, but I thought—" She looked at them both in turn while Charlotte blushed all the way down to her neck .

"Our boyfriend isn't here, that's all," Yohan shot back. "There's usually three of us."

"Stop," Charlotte hissed between her teeth. Then she nearly choked and started coughing as the grandma's eyes widened and she stared, her mouth gaping. To Charlotte's surprise, the little white lady winked at her.

"You go, girl," she said with the naughtiest grin. "Two of them all to yourself, huh?" She shook her head, laughing a little. "I wish things were that wild back in my day." She examined Yohan and turned back to Charlotte. "Is your other boyfriend as striking as this one?"

Of course, Rapha?l chose that moment to get closer, holding out some more clothes he wanted to buy.

"My, my…" The lady's eyebrows shot up almost to her gray hairline as she took in Rapha?l. "Well, don't let me keep you, dear. I'm sure you're plenty busy getting ready for the little one. I wish you the best. I'm going to be a grandma myself. In a month."

"Thank you," Charlotte whispered, unsure if she felt relieved or still furious. It was obvious the lady thought Rapha?l was the other boyfriend.

As soon as the lady left, her rose scent lingering behind, Charlotte turned to Yohan, rounded her eyes at them, and gave them a tap on the arm. "You! I swear! Why do you always do that?"

Yohan cracked a breathtaking smile, their white teeth nicely aligned, as their eyes flashed with mischief. "Because the way you blush is adorable. "

"It's not funny, Yohan."

"And you keep worrying people will judge. See, she wished she were you!"

"What did I miss?" Rapha?l asked. "Why was she staring at me?"

"Oh nothing," Yohan replied. "Charlotte is hiding her true self again."

Charlotte's brow furrowed. "People do judge. My doctor does."

It was bad enough having to explain to the gynecologist that she didn't know who the father was. She couldn't bring herself to explain the baby had been conceived one of those times when the three of them made love for hours deep into the night. She didn't want to know whom the father was because it didn't matter anyway. They were a family—her, her two lovers, and their soon-to-be teeny, tiny baby.

She squeezed Yohan's hand and took a deep breath, trying to relax. There were legal complications too. She couldn't possibly have them both claim fatherhood. They'd decided she would be the only legal parent while they would stand in the shadows. They would be the guardians if anything befell her. The arrangement barely made her feel better, but there was no other choice. The law wasn't made for those like them, who loved with open arms and didn't fit the mold of monogamy.

"Your gynecologist is judging because you didn't tell her what the deal actually was. "

"Whatever. She shouldn't be judging at all in the first place. Gosh, I can't believe you told that lady about Noah." She tapped Yohan's arm again, and they pretended to wince before letting out a deep sigh.

"Charlotte, I'm queer as fuck. I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to—which I don't. Noah and I don't pass as straight. People are bound to ask questions."

"People see what they want to see."

"Not in my case. Not in Noah's case."

If she were honest with herself, Charlotte couldn't quite deny that. Many times, people had asked her if she was sure they weren't gay. Strangers who didn't get to witness the affection between them often thought Yohan and Noah were a couple and she was the straight best friend. People could be so wrong sometimes.

"Fine. Anyway..." She stopped in the linen section. "What blankets do you think Noah would like?"

"We're not buying blankets, remember, only mattress covers."

"Right, but look…" She scurried to another aisle and brandished a small comforter with puppies on it. "So cute!"

"How about you take pictures and ask him?" Rapha?l suggested, catching her side in a few strides. "Or we can come back another day when he returns."

Charlotte nodded. "Let's do that. I'm tired anyway."

It was getting harder and harder to leave the house for long periods of time. She exhausted herself quickly these days and required long naps .

"We haven't looked at the car seats yet," Yohan said. "That's the first thing they told us to buy."

"Could you and Noah do that without me? Or you and Rapha?l?" Her body had done its best for the day.

Yohan gave a nod and led her toward the cash register where a little girl was waiting in line with her parents. She shifted toward Yohan and gaped. When Yohan gave her a smile, she turned her head to ignore them.

Charlotte should be used to the glances by now. Noah's status as a famous Youtuber didn't help either. Though she considered herself outgoing, that level of popularity and scrutiny was a bit much, even for her.

Yohan kissed her knuckles again, their eyes pinned on her from under their eyelashes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Their smile lifted on one side.

"When is Noah coming back again?" she asked.

"On Monday, five P.M." Yohan tilted their head to the side. "You miss him, huh?"

"I do. I hate it when he's gone." The apartment felt empty without Noah's metal music playing, his loud laughs, and his makeup cluttering the top of the bathroom counter.

"I miss him too. It won't be much longer." Yohan dragged her into their arms, her belly bumping into their strong abs. Yohan smelled fresh like soap as they kissed the top of her hairline and grinned against her skin. They'd stopped using cologne because the mere scent of it made her sick during her pregnancy .

"We still need to find a name for Baby Boo."

"Rapha?l already suggested a few," she reminded them, glancing at her best friend.

Rapha?l was so into helping with the baby, it was almost like he was a full part of the deal. After insisting upon paying for the clothes, he carried the bags. He didn't even give Charlotte time to protest. He led the way to the car even though Yohan was the one driving them back to their house in suburban Paris.

Charlotte took shotgun so she could stretch her legs, leaving Rapha?l squeezed in the back of their Peugeot 508. Traffic was heavy throughout Paris, and not one of them spoke as they passed the various gray buildings with dark roofs, listening to the constant honking from angry Parisians, until they reached their quieter neighborhood.

Charlotte frowned upon taking in the fa?ade of their two-story house. "Did you leave the lights on?"

Yohan parallel-parked the car and shook their head before turning off the ignition. "Nope."

Charlotte turned around as best she could to grab the bags from the back seat, but Rapha?l rested his hand over hers and shook his head. She sighed and opened the door before struggling her way out of the vehicle. She needed to pee and didn't care for another incident. She'd learned the hard way to wear protective underwear at this point.

"I can barely breathe," she said as Yohan and Rapha?l joined her.

"Only two more weeks, ma chérie . "

She faced the house and frowned again, then stepped toward the landing. She must have forgotten to turn off the lights when they left. Her mind wasn't quite what it used to be, and from what she'd heard, baby brain might last even after she gave birth.

Yohan took out the keys and let her in. They looked at each other; Charlotte cocked an eyebrow at the heavy sounds of metal music. "Feed My Frankenstein" by Alice Cooper was playing so loud, the song was deafening. It was a wonder they hadn't heard the music blasting from outside the house.

"Wasn't Noah supposed to come back on Monday?" Charlotte shouted.

Yohan gave a shrug when Rapha?l dropped the bags by the front door. Charlotte rushed to the bathroom before returning to the foyer, where Yohan helped her sit down on the small turquoise bench in the wide-open space, then removed her shoes as she called Noah's name.

The music lowered but didn't stop. Clad in a tight black sweater over some ripped black cargo pants, Noah came out of the living room, a smile spreading on his face, his turquoise-blue eyes shining. He ran on his tiptoes toward Charlotte and helped her to her feet before kissing her gently on the mouth. He gave Rapha?l a nod and two kisses on the cheeks, then hugged Yohan too tightly.

"What are you doing here already?" Charlotte asked, joy pooling in her voice .

He flicked his hand through his blond hair—the eyeliner around his turquoise-blue eyes as dark as his mascara—and rolled his neck. "I saw everyone I wanted to see and took all the videos I needed, so I caught an early train."

Yohan shook their head. "Noah, it was supposed to be a whole weekend deal—Thursday through Sunday. They paid you for the publicity."

Noah caressed Charlotte's belly. "Meh, it wasn't fun without you two. I gave them plenty of publicity as it was." He grabbed both Charlotte's and Yohan's hands to lead them to the living room.

Rapha?l followed close behind. He cleared his throat upon passing through the doorway. "I'm going to head out. I haven't heard from Adrien in a while today, and that's not typical for him."

The three of them waved goodbye after Charlotte thanked him profusely with a huge hug. The moment Noah and Yohan led him out, she let herself drop on the couch. She exhaled heavily and settled against the mountain of cushions Noah insisted upon keeping everywhere they could possibly lie down. The shelves of their living room ran floor to ceiling, covered in Noah's various graphic novels, comic books, and vinyl records, a lot of which were signed by the authors and musicians.

The rest of the furniture was mahogany brown, except for the couch that was cream-colored. They had chosen everything carefully when the three of them moved in together two years prior—right in the middle of the pandemic.

They had selected a house in the suburbs, which made it easier for Yohan to care for the mechanics shop they had inherited upon their father's death. With two bedrooms—one for the three of them with a king-sized bed, and one for guests—a kitchen, a living/dining room, and a music room for Noah and Yohan to play their guitars, the house was big for one so close to Paris. It also held an office where Noah filmed and worked on his YouTube videos as a bi influencer, while Charlotte used the attic for the various models she'd created as an ecological architect.

Her legs sprawled on top of the pouf facing her, Charlotte closed her eyes until Noah walked back in and knelt in front of her. He took one of her feet in his hands and massaged her toes.

" Ah, merci, mon amour ." She leaned back as loud clanking noises seeped in from the kitchen.

Yohan arrived a few minutes later, carrying a tray of warm tea and some petits sablés . Charlotte opened her eyes and grabbed the mug to blow on her drink. She felt so spoiled by them both.

Though she missed her family every day, she couldn't remember a home filled with so much love. Noah's and Yohan's affection was unconditional, something she wasn't used to .

Yohan bent by her side and kissed the spot below her earlobe, shooting shivers down her spine while Noah kept working on her feet.

"What's the plan for the rest of the day?" Yohan asked. They had taken some time off to be with her while Noah was gone. Their staff was looking over the shop for the weekend.

"I just want to sleep," Charlotte sighed as she moved to lie deep into the couch.

" Et toi, mon c?ur? " Yohan asked Noah.

Noah replied with the naughtiest smile. He helped Charlotte settle and asked her if she was good, before grabbing Yohan's hand and making a quick stop by the stereo to turn off the music. The two of them left the living room while Charlotte turned to her side and quickly fell into slumber.

***

Noah scurried as he led Yohan up the stairs, down the white hallway to their bedroom, where he barely gave his lover time to step in before pushing them against the huge king-sized bed, a broad grin spreading on his face. Yohan elbowed their way up the comforter until their head rested against the soft pillows, while Noah came to straddle them, his crotch soon rubbing against theirs.

"I missed you." He leaned into Yohan for a hungry kiss.

Yohan slid their hand into Noah's hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him in further, seeking his tongue for a soft stroke, feeding their growing urges. Noah moved against Yohan with each swerve of his hips.

"You make me so damn hard," he exhaled against Yohan's fleshy lips.

Yohan smiled against Noah's mouth and pulled on his hair to draw his head back. They aimed for his throat, which they licked and sucked on hard enough to leave a mark. Pain shot through Noah's skin under Yohan's teeth. He cringed and pulled back instinctively.

"You know I don't do harsh sex," he scolded.

Yohan gave a tiny smirk and cocked a playful eyebrow.

"If you want to fuck hard, you can do that with Mathéo. That's not my thing."

Yohan's smile didn't drop as they caressed Noah's jawline, their eyes following the motions of their fingers before meeting his gaze. "Mathéo and I haven't fucked in over two years. You know that."

The truth was being fucked hard reminded Noah of his ex, Hugo, and it'd almost become a trigger at this point. "Yeah, well, you can fuck him after the birth. But I don't want you ramming my ass hard. I'm not in the mood for that."

Noah gave a slight pout that made Yohan grin to their eyes. They laughed low in their throat and drew him into another kiss. Noah let out a loud moan as blood shot right to his cock, driving him to the edge of unbearable need. It never took him long to get aroused by Yohan or Charlotte, which could be a real curse sometimes .

He hadn't fucked anyone in a week, and for him, that was an all-time record. He'd already been forced to rein in his needs for more lovers when the three of them decided to conceive. Noah loathed the hypersexual bi stereotype. He knew he was that stereotype, but he enjoyed sex more than anyone he knew—even more than Yohan and Charlotte combined. He hated to downplay his needs because of some damn bi stigma.

Yohan stopped kissing him and looked him deep in his turquoise-blue eyes. "You're spacing out. What are you thinking about?"

Noah shook his head. "Nothing."

"Right."

Noah didn't want to raise the subject when they were about to get it on, but Yohan reiterated their question.

"When the baby's here, d'you think we can go back to things as they were before?" Noah asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know…"

Yohan frowned and ran their hand through Noah's blond hair, their hazel eyes filling with veneration. "You wanna go back to fucking other people, is that it? And you want me to fuck Mathéo so I don't push my need for rough sex on you?"

Noah bit his lower lip and gave a nod.

Yohan shot a sideways smile as their rugged hands dropped to Noah's hips. "I did promise I'd take you to a special club after the baby's birth, and we will go." He licked his plump lips in a suggestive way. "You promise I'll participate, though, right?"

Noah's insides loosened, his shoulders slouching from relief. Yohan hadn't forgotten the promise they'd made on his thirty-first birthday.

"I feel like a prick asking. We have a baby on the way…"

Yohan's fingers slipped under his sweater, sliding over his hot flesh up and down his back, shooting tremors through Noah's body.

"I believe Charlotte's at her wits' end too," they said. "It's been rough on her to stick to the two of us with all the hormones making her so horny. She'll deserve relief too. We'll take turns. There'll be plenty of us to care for the baby. Doesn't mean we can't take care of ourselves too."

Noah gave another nod and leaned forward to kiss Yohan again when his phone beeped. He shot back up and noticed the scowl on Yohan's beautiful face.

"Uh huh, no phone," they interjected, but Noah was already reaching for his cellular.

He grabbed it, quickly glancing at the message popping up.

NOUR: I'm freaking out! Help!

Yohan let out a loud sigh and cursed in French under their breath. They hated Noah's phone addiction. That was no secret by now. Noah ignored them and typed quickly while continuing to straddle Yohan's hard crotch that was softening quickly. He couldn't just leave a friend in distress, after all.

Yohan tsked and exhaled heavily through their nose. Noah shot them a glance over his phone, quick enough to confirm their discontent. He was in trouble all right. He'd be lucky if Yohan agreed to fuck him at all now. At least his lover hadn't completely pushed him away yet, but they might if Noah didn't hurry up.

NOAH: What's wrong?

NOUR: I'm meeting him in person for the first time in an hour. I haven't told him yet. What if he doesn't accept me?

NOAH: Well, then he never deserved you.

Nour was going on a date with Matisse, a cis man she'd met on a dating app. She didn't need to explain her fears in detail to Noah. He knew them all too well from years of friendship with her.

She worried Matisse might not accept her as trans. But Nour was kind and smart. It baffled Noah that anyone might not want her. She was one of the most gorgeous women he knew—Algerian and tall with tanned skin and long black hair. She was incredibly open-minded and a fucking goddess in the sack.

The other concern was Nour was poly. Matisse had already established that didn't bother him, but some straight guys claimed that sharing was fine until they found out there might not be any threesomes involving other girlfriends, while the deal included sharing their women with other men.

NOUR: That's easy for you to say. You've got two lovers already. I mean, can't you leave some for the rest of us?

NOAH: You're more than welcome to join anytime you want. You know that already.

NOUR: Not while Charlotte is pregnant, though.

NOAH: Right. But she'll give birth soon, and she misses you.

NOUR: I saw her last week.

NOAH: I didn't mean for a coffee. She's been horny as fuck. She's talking about you constantly and how she misses her girl and how she hates that you two can't have sex. With the hormones and all, she's been crying about it too.

NOUR: Aww, I didn't know. Why didn't she tell me?

NOAH: She's got her pride, I guess. I dunno. But if Matisse doesn't want you, Charlotte still does…very much so.

NOUR: Could she come with me? And tell him I'm a catch? I've been so worried about it. He's cis and straight, Noah. I'm scared for my safety, you know. I should have told him right away.

NOAH: D'you need me to come and stay in a corner of the coffee shop or something? ‘Cause I will. I mean, you can beat his ass better than I ever could, but I can wear my steel-toed platform boots. A kick in the sack should do it.

NOUR: I don't know...I just like him so much already. It's fucked up how quickly I got attached to him .

NOAH: It's not fucked up to develop an online crush. Happens to me every day.

NOUR: Of course you would say that. I'm serious, Noah. He's a gem. He's got a PhD in cellular and molecular neuroscience. Ugh, shit, and now I'm gonna be late. TTYL.

NOAH: Keep me updated. Please call if you need help. But I'm sure it'll be fine.

NOUR: Keep your phone in case I need to send you an emergency phone call.

NOAH: It will be fine. Just remember how fabulous you are.

NOUR: Love you.

NOAH: Love you too.

He leaned forward to drop the phone on the nightstand table and looked down at Yohan, who didn't seem so happy.

"I'm sorry," Noah whispered. He gave a forced smile and batted his long eyelashes innocently, knowing Yohan could never resist the look of submission.

"Noah, I haven't seen you in days. I missed you, and this isn't really turning me on." The tone of their deep raspy voice was not nice, and their boner was completely gone.

"I'll make it up to you." Before Yohan could protest, Noah shifted fast and got on his knees between their legs to pull down the long side zipper of their black skirt. "I'm gonna suck you into oblivion."

Yohan let out another sigh but couldn't hide a tiny grin. "Okay, I might forgive you. We'll see. "

They fingered Noah's soft blond hair in a gentle movement when it fell into his eyes. Yohan lifted their ass so Noah could pull their long skirt and briefs all the way down to their feet. One leg of the briefs caught on their heel, and Yohan laughed as Noah struggled to undress them.

"You're always so clumsy, mon amour ."

"I am not!" Noah knelt to gaze at his lover as Yohan sat up to take off their turtleneck sweater and long-sleeve shirt, revealing chiseled abs and pecs. Once an escort, Yohan worked out every single day, though they never managed to convince Noah to do the same. Noah raked his eyes up and down the tanned olive skin of his partner, underlining muscles hard as rocks, before he pulled off the bed to undress himself.

He wasn't nearly as strong as Yohan. Shorter and with skin far paler and covered with freckles, Noah was thin, not to say petite. Yohan loved it because it was easy to carry Noah around and fuck him in any position they saw fit.

Once naked, his black clothes a messy pile on the floor, Noah settled between Yohan's legs and pushed them back at the knees to give him easy access to his prize. He took all his time to admire his lover.

Yohan was still flaccid, but Noah knew that wouldn't last long. Yohan's testicles were soft under Noah's fingertips, and they released a long sigh when Noah dragged his digit along the length of their shaft. Yohan still smelled fresh like soap from their morning shower over their natural scent .

Noah lowered himself to play with their nipples, teasing one first, then the other, biting hard just the way Yohan liked it. He cupped their balls in his hand, caressing them softly, feeling the tender skin under his fingertips as he nibbled the tip of Yohan's nipple again. Yohan let out a shudder of pain and pleasure, then smiled gorgeously.

"You know how to work me good," they exhaled in a moan.

Their cock jerked when Noah grabbed it and ran his hand up and down the velvety flesh, gently at first to feel the skin move in his grasp, then with a firmer grip, making Yohan harden with each stroke. When engorged, Yohan was long and just thick enough to fill Noah in all the right ways, their dick slightly tilted to the side.

Giving head to Yohan was Noah's favorite hobby—besides pleasing Charlotte, of course. He moved comfortably between Yohan's legs and swallowed them whole. To take in their entire length was quite the feat, but Noah was up for a challenge. Yohan gasped under each lick of Noah's tongue over their glans.

"Ah." Their body jerked back in surprise when Noah used a bit of teeth. "God, you feel so fucking good."

Yohan rocked their hips in tune with Noah's moves, pushing further down his throat. Noah had to come up for air every so often before he took another dive. The taste of Yohan's glans was salty against his tongue as he pushed against their foreskin. Yohan's body shook under the squeeze of Noah's lips on their dick. "Right there, bébé . Yeah, right there."

Noah massaged their sack and ran the tip of his tongue along Yohan's shaft all the way down to their balls, taking one in his mouth and running his tongue all over it before teasing the other one. Yohan was almost there, their testicles tightening under the pleasure of Noah's silky tongue now aiming for their taint, stopping short of their hole.

"I won't last." Yohan tried to push him away with their hand on his shoulder, but Noah kept going, swallowing their dick all the way to the hilt. " Oh putain! Noah, I won't last. I want to finish inside you."

Noah gave the naughtiest grin against Yohan's tip and bowed his head again, sucking hard until Yohan lost it.

" Ah, Noah, merde! " Yohan burst in Noah's mouth, releasing their load against his tongue, their salty cum hitting his tastebuds.

Noah swallowed then lapped the rest of the semen pearling from Yohan's dick. He rolled the tip of his tongue through the hole of Yohan's cock, knowing full well that Yohan was tender now. The lapping probably caused them discomfort at this point, but Yohan lived for painful sex—something Noah never quite understood, though he was more than happy to deliver.

Noah lifted himself with his fists on either sides of Yohan's body, licking his mouth like a tease as their eyes met. He bit his lower lip in a naughty way that made Yohan chuckle before they pulled him into a hungry kiss, tasting themself on his tongue.

Yohan knuckled Noah's hair, bent his head back, and rolled him on the bed until he lay flat. Their warm skin pressed hard against his, soft and sweaty from their orgasm. Yohan kissed Noah deeply and rubbed their crotch against his until he grew breathless and began to beg. They grabbed his legs and pushed them back at the knees, settling at the entrance of his ass.

"Just give me a minute to get back up," they said, grabbing themself before going for Noah's dick to jerk the two of them together in one firm grasp. The feeling was almost too much for Noah at this point.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw and drive you to the edge. Then I'm going to pull out and tease you until you cry for release. I'll grant your wish when I damn well please. That's what you're getting for texting instead of sexing me up earlier."

Noah chuckled under Yohan and shivered in anticipation. His phone beeped again, but Yohan grabbed his wrist when Noah extended his hand to reach for it.

"Don't you dare!" The tone was playful enough, but Noah didn't have the audacity to test Yohan.

He knew the punishment well enough: Yohan would tease him for hours without release. They'd played that game before. It was delicious torture, but Noah needed to come—and fast. He could barely take the build-up anymore. His dick was already leaking pre-cum from being so damn aroused .

He grabbed Yohan's ass as his lover kept jerking them both off. Then he reached for the lube on the nightstand. "Fuck me, I'm begging you."

Yohan ran their tongue over their teeth, then bit on their lip like some damn tease. "I said I was calling the shots, mon amour ."

"Please, I'm begging," Noah exhaled, his voice raw with need.

"I love hearing you plead. But you've tested my patience. Now it's your turn to wait."

"Please."

Yohan shook their head with a smirk when Charlotte's voice came from downstairs. " Yohan, t'es là? "

" Merde, " Noah groaned. Playtime was over, and he never got to come.

"Maybe she'll join," Yohan said, a spark flashing through their hazel eyes.

"Yohan!" Charlotte's voice rose again before she came up the stairs. One could tell she was struggling from the sound of her slow pace. Though her climb was labored, she was at the door quickly enough.

She walked in and looked at them both, Yohan's mast still up, now ready at Noah's back entrance. She stared, blinked, and burst into tears.

Yohan and Noah looked at each other quizzically before Yohan pulled away and rose to their feet to lead Charlotte to the bed. She sat next to Noah, then lay down to cuddle against his shoulder, her body shaken by hiccups .

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know. I had another nightmare. I woke up, and you two were gone, and now you're fucking without me, and I don't know..."

She kept on crying silently, baffling Noah and Yohan. They should have been used to this by now. It'd been almost nine months of Charlotte's hormones messing with her moods.

They glanced at each other again before Noah moved to the edge of the bed, taking Charlotte along with him so Yohan could lie on the other side of her. Yohan wrapped their arm around her as Charlotte kept crying against Noah's skin.

Yohan stroked her hair and kissed the lobe of her ear. "Would you care to join us?"

Charlotte groaned in frustration. "It's getting super hard to have sex with you two."

"Is that really all it is?" Yohan whispered softly. "We can take our time. There's no rush."

"I'm scared."

"Of having sex?" Yohan asked.

"No. I'm scared of giving birth. And being the only parent to the child."

"You're not the only parent," Noah interjected. "There are three of us. Plus Rapha?l. It's almost like he's a third dad."

"Do you trust us?" Yohan asked.

Charlotte sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Yes. I feel stupid. "

"We've got you, mon c?ur ," Yohan said, kissing her cheek. "We're not going anywhere. Okay?"

Noah assumed Charlotte's fear stemmed from her parents rejecting her like trash only a few years ago. Since then, Charlotte had been terrified of ending up alone, even though Noah and Yohan loved her to death.

"Let us make you feel good," Yohan whispered in her ear before licking her lobe, making her whimper as Noah wrapped his hand around her cheek and kissed her, meeting her sweet tongue with his. "We'll be careful," Yohan murmured as they grabbed one of her breasts in their hand from behind and Noah lost himself in her kiss.

"Noah didn't get his share. I guess it's his turn," Yohan added before licking the length of her neck, making her shiver, while Noah touched his forehead to hers and looked her deep in her dark eyes.

"How do you want me?"

***

Charlotte sighed deeply. "There aren't many positions I can still do."

Yohan and Noah sat up and grabbed her hands to help her roll on her back before they teamed up to take off her pants, unzipping them, then helping her legs out. They assisted her as she let out a huff of effort and tried to push her body up, the air in her lungs compressed by her baby. Yohan pulled her maternity sweater and shirt up, revealing her round belly first, followed by her full, plump breasts hidden by a black maternity bra.

Noah gave a sideways smile at the sight and reached around her back to unhook it. The straps fell down Charlotte's shoulders as his eyes followed the movement. The hunger in both her lovers' eyes would be enough to make anybody blush.

She focused on Yohan, who leaned over her to kiss her neck, shooting tremors down her spine as they pushed her softly against the mountain of pillows installed by Noah. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy Yohan's rough hands caressing the length of her big belly. When lips touched her nipple, she opened her lids just enough to see the top of Noah's blond head as he began feasting on her breast. With the hormones coursing through her body, every touch electrified her tenfold.

The two of them rolled her on her left side in a comfortable position, her pregnant belly resting on the light green comforter as she felt the baby give a hard kick. She giggled, and Yohan placed their hand right there to feel the next move. They beamed with a gorgeous smile when the baby shifted again, then they leaned forward to kiss her lips, softly at first, before seeking her tongue with theirs for a long dance growing greedier every second.

Noah peppered kisses on the side of her round belly before licking his way back to her breast that he teased from the side. He slid his hand down, seeking the wet warmth between her legs. He teased her clit in long, delicate strokes. He knew to use only the tip of his fingers and target the exact spot that made her shiver through a loud moan.

He drove her to the edge and withdrew just as she approached climax. Then he introduced one long, thin digit inside her dripping-wet pussy. Her back would have arched from the pleasure if she weren't incapacitated by her condition.

Noah slid his middle finger in and out before pushing his index in, drawing an exhale of pleasure from her. She moaned deeply against Yohan's lips while the latter cupped her breast with their hand and squeezed her nipple hard. Noah finger-fucked her slowly at first, then increased the rhythm as she pushed herself on him with each move. He knew exactly what he was doing. He always did.

She gave a tiny smile against Yohan's mouth and joined her hand to Noah's, wrapping it around his wrist to increase his pace. The wave rose inside her the moment he touched his thumb to her clit and massaged it until she screamed, looking Yohan straight in the eyes, everything shattering inside her as she came hard.

Wetness pooled between her legs with her release. She pulled Noah's fingers out, then watched as Yohan grabbed Noah's hand and sucked on his fingers to relish her sweet juices. When they were done licking Noah's fingertips, rolling their tongue all around them, Yohan leaned forward and kissed her greedily so she could taste herself on their pillowy lips .

Noah rose over her body and rained kisses on the crook of her neck, tickling her delightfully, until he met Yohan's lips over hers and they both pulled away to kiss. Noah sought Yohan's tongue with his, and the erotic tango began, their mouths dancing as Charlotte watched.

Yohan pulled on Noah's lower lip with their teeth, then went for more. They pushed their tongue into Noah's mouth, and Noah's hard dick poked at Charlotte's back the more aroused he got.

Noah disengaged and dropped one last smooch on Yohan's lips, then lay down behind Charlotte, his thin frame warm against her sweaty skin. He grabbed her leg to lay it on top of his. He was fully hard against the crack of her ass, all length promising sweet delight.

Yohan faced her, their beautiful head on the pillow, and they caressed her hair, looking at her with all-consuming love before pulling her into another kiss. Noah found his way to the entrance of her pussy and pushed inside slowly. The position wasn't the most convenient, but Noah's cock was long, thin, and curved just the right way to penetrate her as deeply as he possibly could. He settled inside, always so very gentle in bed—the complete opposite of Yohan, who liked to fuck hard and had to restrain themself since she'd announced her pregnancy.

Noah took her raw, sliding in and out with his usual delicacy, filling her each time while Yohan reached for her clit and ran their thumb over it. Just once at first to watch her shiver, then in rotating moves that almost hurt from being so tender since her orgasm.

She'd never had issues coming, but the hormones led to all-time records. She would often climax hard, fast, and multiple times. She knew from talking to her girlfriends that she was lucky in that department—either that, or she just clicked with her lovers in all the right ways.

Yohan's mouth was warm as their velvety tongue twirled against hers, and they moaned inside her mouth. She dropped her hand to their crotch. Yohan was already in a state of arousal so unbearable, their cock was leaking precum in her palm. She proceeded to jerk them off, her grasp strong, then soft, mimicking an orgasm around their shaft, while Noah kissed her neck with each thrust and breathed heavily against her.

The first tremor came like a quiver rising up her lower back as she let out the first shout in Yohan's mouth. They grinned against her lips and rubbed her clit faster, making her lose focus so she let go of their dick to enjoy her own sensations. She arched her neck, rolling her head against Noah's shoulder as he kissed and licked the side of her throat.

His thrusts grew faster the louder she got, and when Yohan bent to suck on her tits, the orgasm took her like a hurricane, exploding and stealing her breath as Noah let out a shout and released, ejaculating deep inside her.

She could barely breathe, her heart pounding hard, her chest still constricted while her head spun and her body floated on a cloud of satisfaction.

Noah remained seated deep inside her as he whispered sweet words in her ear, "I love you so much."

She opened her eyes to meet Yohan's as they mouthed the same words as Noah. Her heart overflowed with love from her partners, her core still shaking from her climax.

Yohan pressed their forehead against hers. "How about we give you a warm shower?"

"You didn't climax," she whispered.

"We can take care of that in the shower. I don't need to orgasm every time we play, you know."

She nodded against them and savored Noah's sweet licks on the lobe of her ear before he pulled out, leaving a mess of cum on the comforter. The two of them helped her as she struggled to her feet.

That was when the first contraction came. Two weeks early.

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