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Adrien pushed inside Eleanor again. She felt so goddamn good, he couldn't get enough. Eléanor grabbed his face and kissed him hard as she squeezed his cock, drawing him faster into her wet pussy. The sound of his flesh hitting hers with each thrust overwhelmed his senses; her skin was so warm and sweaty against his. He kissed her neck, the line of her jaw, all the way to her chin, reveling in her lavender scent, before pressing his lips hard against hers, seeking her tongue for a dance.

She let out a loud moan as he felt the orgasm seizing her. She arched her back, meeting him with each move as she screamed in his mouth. Adrien let himself go and ejaculated inside her, his climax releasing chills down his lower back.

He stopped thrusting and pressed his forehead against the pillow as he tried to catch his breath. His heart hammered hard against his ribcage, and he felt dizzy for a moment. He relished the feel of her wetness around his cock and moved in and out slowly, until a sob caught his attention and he pulled back to look at her.

Eléanor was crying underneath him, slowly at first, then deep wails she couldn't control. Adrien pulled out of her softly and blinked, her anguish hitting him hard .

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He knew he could be too vigorous sometimes, and he couldn't always fuck Eléanor as hard as he did Rapha?l, but Eléanor had never complained before.

She had trouble talking between her sobs. "We need to talk."

Adrien blinked again. He sure didn't like the sound of that. He moved from over her and sat by her side, his back against the wooden headboard of the hotel bed.

"I am so sorry," she said, her voice catching on a strangled sob.

"What's wrong?"

"I…I can't keep seeing you anymore." She dragged the white sheet over her entire body, up to her neck, as if she were ashamed. Adrien, though, was still stark naked beside her, his legs stretched out on the bed. He was softening real fast and didn't like that one bit either.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Something pinched hard inside his chest. He knew the feeling all too well. It was the same damn sensation he'd had years ago when he'd been forced to break up with Kevin, and then years later when Rapha?l nearly ended it between them for good.

Adrien's breath caught in his throat, nearly choking him when he realized what had happened without him noticing. He'd fallen in love with Eléanor somewhere along the way. He'd been a fool trying to deny his feelings all along. The more time he'd spent with her, the more he'd felt for her .

Like him, Eléanor was an artist, a sculptor. They'd spent hours each week creating together before fucking like animals in his art studio. Just him and her. Without Rapha?l or Mallory present.

"I think I've fallen in love with you," he whispered, not sure she could hear him. Fuck!

Eléanor turned her head toward him and opened her dark eyes, her tears ripping through his core. Was this really it?

"Mallory doesn't want me to see you anymore," she let out before another deep wail.

Adrien wrapped his arm around her shoulders and dragged her against his chest while soothing her. "Shh. It's gonna be okay."

It fucking wasn't, but what else was he supposed to say? Why was she letting him know now? After offering to spend the night with him? Was this a goodbye fuck? Except it was more than fucking at this point, wasn't it?

He felt his insides twist, making him sick. He wanted to throw up.

"Why?" he managed to let out, trying hard not to sound as upset as he was.

Eléanor's gaze wavered as if she couldn't face him anymore. "She was never much into the idea of opening our marriage. It was my idea. She agreed to do so to please me. But she's…" Another sob caught in her throat as her tears marred the remaining makeup on her face, long streaks of mascara running down her cheeks .

"She… I…" She tried to take a breath and looked Adrien deep in the eyes. "I'm in love with you."

The words rubbed on him like a balm over his heart, but Adrien still couldn't comprehend what the problem was. He intertwined his hand with hers. She took a deep breath, interrupted by her broken sobs, and looked at their fingers.

"I told her I was growing feelings for you. I mean…" She turned her head toward him again. "Who wouldn't?" Her chest rose in another sob. "The sex between us… I've never experienced anything like this, even with Mallory. And you and me, it's like we were meant to be. I didn't tell Mallory all this. But after all these years, she can basically read my mind. She could tell I was falling hard for you. I think she's jealous and hurt. I love her. So much. I do. But she doesn't like that I love you too."

Adrien's chest squeezed. This had been too perfect to last. Of course it'd been. Foolish him!

Eléanor ran her thumb over the top of his hand. "How does Rapha?l feel about this?"

Adrien shrugged. "He doesn't mind. You're not a man. He's only jealous of other men. When I used to escort, he hated it. I can't blame Mallory for feeling that way. I just…" Fuck, he didn't want to cry in front of her, but the thought of losing her hurt so goddamn much. "I don't think I can live without you at this point…" he acknowledged.

She caressed his cheek and dropped a soft kiss on his lips. "There's something else. I guess… I think that was the tipping po int for Mallory." Another tear rolled down her cheek. "It's just… God, I don't know how to tell you this."

Adrien feared the worst. Was she sick? Had she cheated on him? His overactive brain jumped to the worst conclusions and started spinning out of control.

"I'm pregnant."

Adrien's body gave a jerk, like a reflex. "What?"

His heart sped so fast, it felt like it might break his ribcage.

"I've been taking the pill, I swear. I don't know how… But you're the father. I haven't been with another man. At all."

He was speechless. He tried to find the words, but his body had shifted to full terror. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe at all. He could feel a panic attack coming and had to close his eyes to let it pass, lest he lose his shit. He inhaled and exhaled a few times, then looked at her, trying hard not to seem as freaked out as he truly was.

"I'm not… I'm not blaming you or anything. I believe you. It's my own damn fault too. I'm the one who asked if we could skip condoms."

"Mallory knew we weren't using protection anymore. She had warned me against pregnancy, but I thought surely with the pill, it wouldn't happen. I am so sorry."

"Hey." Adrien pulled his arm away from her shoulders and grabbed both her hands in his, holding them tight. "You and I were together in this. This isn't your fault. It happens."

He was crumbling on the inside. His biggest fear had come true. He couldn't be a father. He'd be a shit father. He knew it. It was the Dupuis family's curse. Every worthless man passing the generational trauma down, plaguing the next in line with the same plight.

Adrien closed his eyes hard. He didn't want Eléanor to feel his shock, but it was too late for that.

"I can't keep the baby," she wallowed in more pain. "I mean, I want to give birth. But Mallory refuses to… She won't let me keep the baby. She's so hurt. I don't know what to do."

Adrien couldn't think clearly. All he could focus on was his damn family curse and how he didn't want to pass it down. He was in full fright mode, terrified and stuck in a place where he didn't want to be.

He inhaled deeply. "So you won't be raising the baby is what you're saying?"

"Right." She started crying harder. "I don't want to give it up." She looked him in the eyes, her breath catching on every stabbing sob.

Adrien felt each of her tears like a blade to his skin. He nodded and touched his forehead to hers, caressing the teardrops from her cheeks. "You don't have to."

"But Mallory…"

He tried to breathe through the terror crushing his chest and blinked. Her eyes were so dark from this close up. Damn, he loved her so goddamn much. A baby was so not in the plans for him. He was scared shitless, and the kid wasn't even born yet.

"You said you won't abort, right?" No matter what, he didn't want that either. He couldn't bring himself to that solution. Not when Rapha?l wanted a kid so damn badly that it was still tearing their couple apart.

She shook her head. "I can't. I thought hard about it."

He nodded against her, speaking before he could think, "Rapha?l and I will take the baby."

She pulled back, blinking. "What?"

Adrien caressed her face again. Her skin was so soft, including over her scars. "Rapha?l's been wanting a kid for a long time now. I just… I don't know that I can be a good father. But I can't let you put our baby up for adoption by random people when Rapha?l's been begging me to start a family with him. I don't want you to have to worry about strangers taking care of our baby."

"How will Rapha?l feel? Knowing we made this baby together?"

Adrien sighed. "I don't know. But the kid would have to either be his or mine, right? Unless we adopted someone else's."

"Where does that leave me?" she asked. "I don't want to give up my baby at all." She started crying again. "But I don't want to lose Mallory either."

Adrien meant to tell her that a woman who would force her to give up her own kid might not be the best partner, but who was he to judge? He didn't want to add fuel to the fire. He figured Eléanor could still be a part of the baby's life if she wanted to.

"You don't have to give up the baby."

She cried harder. "I will lose Mallory. "

Adrien's anger toward Eléanor's wife grew in an instant. How could she even demand something like this?

"What if Rapha?l and I took care of the baby, but you'd still be the mother? You could still be a part of the baby's life. Like a split couple with shared custody."

Eléanor's eyes watered. She wiped at them furiously, as if mad at herself for being upset. "Mallory doesn't want me anywhere around you anymore."

Adrien's teeth clenched. Mallory had agreed to them having sex and starting a relationship. She'd also agreed to them forgoing condoms. She'd agreed to them spending hours creating beautiful pieces of art and fucking. What did she expect? Anyone with a heart would fall in love.

"Mallory doesn't want me legally involved with the baby."

He kept his thoughts to himself and offered another solution instead, though he didn't like it. He worried it might hurt Eléanor even more. He didn't want her to have to give up the baby at all.

Adrien sighed. He was treading very carefully, not wanting her to feel like he was taking advantage. "If Mallory doesn't want you to be legally involved, Rapha?l could adopt the baby as his, as my spouse. If that's what you'd want, of course."

"You think so?" There was hope in her heartbroken voice.

"You would need to release your legal rights to him. But only if you wanted to. Ideally, I want you to keep all your rights. Mallory has no authority to take that away from you."

Eléanor reiterated that she didn't want to lose her wife .

"If you want to still be the baby's mom, you can. I'll give you as many visiting rights as you want. It's up to you. I just don't want strangers to have our baby."

Eléanor paused for a second, sniffling hard. "I was hoping you'd offer that solution. I know I talked about adoption, but I was hoping you'd be the kind of man to step up and take our baby as yours."

The relief in her voice squeezed his chest. "Eléanor, I would never give up my kid. Yes, I'm scared shitless. I'm fucking terrified I'll screw it up. But I'm not the kind of man to step out on his own child."

She nodded. Her tears were subsiding in her relief, but her body still hiccupped from the remnants of her deep sorrow.

"You need to talk to Mallory, though," Adrien added. "I understand if she doesn't want us dating anymore. But she can't tear you away from your own child. She agreed to us having sex in the first place. She's the one who offered that just the two of us continue because she didn't feel much chemistry with me. Things happen. Sex is never risk-free. It's foolish to believe it is."

She nodded. "I'm just thankful you're not asking me to abort or give the baby up completely."

Adrien felt melancholy consume him whole as tears pricked his eyes. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About breaking up? Mallory really won't give us a chance?"

She shook her head. "Mallory is very upset. Me getting pregnant was too much for her. And she's my wife, you know? She's seen me through thick and thin. I know she sounds selfish, but we've been there for each other for years. I'm sure we can work through this, and she'll let me have some part in the baby's life once she's gotten over the shock. But she won't let us have sex again."

Adrien wasn't sure that sounded like unconditional love, but it was none of his business what Eléanor did within her marriage. It was for her to decide what was best for herself. The hole of sadness opened wide inside him, swallowing and engulfing everything. He was suddenly so tired, so tired of constantly fighting this endless depression consuming his entire being at every bad turn of his life.

He closed his eyes again and tried to focus on the good while his mind kept seeking the familiarity of the darkness. The thought of never touching Eléanor again drove him nuts as he opened his eyes.

"Will we still be friends?" Surely, if she was to be a part of the baby's life at all, they couldn't just cut ties.

The grief in her eyes said it all. "We'll be linked through the baby now. Mallory doesn't trust me to be around you without growing more feelings for you. She made me swear this would be our last night together."

Adrien leaned into her and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. "I'm gonna spend the entire night inside you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, your body will remember me for years. Mallory can't take that from us. Those memories of us."

He pressed her against her pillow and grabbed her breasts in his hands. As he bent down to suck on her tits, tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes. "I fucking love you so much. This is killing me."

He grabbed his cock and jerked himself off, finding it hard to get aroused in all his sorrow. He managed to guide himself inside her eventually. She was so warm and tight, so welcoming. And she was carrying his child.

On top of losing Eléanor, Adrien didn't know what this meant for his arrangement with Rapha?l. He knew this was not only the last night with her, but possibly with any woman at all. He couldn't foresee himself going through this again, the pain of falling in love only to lose someone. It hurt too damn much to think he was losing her right now.

He sank deeper and deeper inside her and cried against her neck, silently so she couldn't tell, as he thrust in and out of her, slowly, then fast, until he grabbed her waist and banged into her so hard, she yelled in pleasure as she came.

***

The next morning , he left as she was still sleeping. He grabbed his helmet from the table by the front door, which he locked behind him. Only outside the hotel did he let himself cry, his back against the wall. Shit. This hurt like a motherfucker. The thought of no longer spending quality time with her ripped through him. It was more than sex. She had become a friend, offering so much emotional support.

The past few months had been rough already. First, he'd decided to go visit his dad in the hospice back in June, shortly before his death. The whole ordeal had been a disaster. Though his dad was too weak to say anything, really, the look of disappointment he'd cast Adrien was crystal clear.

Adrien had agreed to bring Rapha?l along, which was like a bucket of cold water thrown in his father's face when they walked into the hospice room. His mother grumbled the moment they entered. She had the decency not to say anything in front of his dad. But she'd berated Adrien in the hallway, saying it was inappropriate to bring Rapha?l by his father's death bed.

Probably trying to create strife between him and his husband, she'd asked who the woman was that she'd seen him kissing at his store. The fact that she was still stalking Adrien made his back run cold with shivers. The whole disaster ended with him saying his last goodbyes to his progenitor, who was unable to respond.

And now, Eléanor was not only pregnant, but breaking up with him. He felt as if life kept throwing him fireballs in an attempt to strike him down. He remained there, against the wall, for a very long time, until his tears dried.

After a while, he rode his motorcycle back home, relishing the pressure of the wind against his body, and he found Rapha?l asleep in front of the TV. The sight always comforted him but also made him sad. It wasn't fair to ask his husband for consolation, but he needed him so much right now.

He took off his shoes and walked to Rapha?l, wrapping his arms around him to lift him off the couch and take him to bed. Rapha?l opened his eyes slightly and gave a smile before seeing the look on Adrien's face.

He blinked, his voice heavy with sleep. "What's wrong?"

Adrien dropped him on the bed delicately and crawled over him to cuddle in his arms. He wrapped himself around his husband's firm body and rested his face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"We broke up," he said and started crying. He felt like a goddamn wimp, tearing up like that. But it wasn't the first time Rapha?l had seen him at his lowest.

"What? Why?" Rapha?l stroked Adrien's black hair, his fingers massaging his skull in a relaxing manner.

"Mallory's jealous."

"That's ridiculous."

Adrien shrugged in defeat.

"I am so sorry. I know you love Eléanor." Adrien didn't hear a single hint of jealousy when Rapha?l said it either. Rapha?l had come to accept that he needed to share his husband with others if their marriage was to work at all. His fears had been assuaged upon realizing he'd always be Adrien's number one, and no one could possibly tear them apart.

Adrien held Rapha?l harder and murmured, "She's pregnant."

Rapha?l pulled back, forcing Adrien to shift and sit next to him. Rapha?l stared him in the eyes. "I thought you were using protection."

Adrien shook his head. "I told you we stopped three months ago because she was on the pill. "

Rapha?l didn't say a word. "Right. That's true. You asked me first."

His eyes filled with betrayal nonetheless, then sadness, then hope. Adrien didn't need to ask him what he was thinking. He'd lived with Rapha?l long enough to know what was going on inside his beautiful head.

"She wants you and me to keep the baby," Adrien added.

Rapha?l's mouth released a sound as if he'd been holding his breath. "What? Wow. You're gonna be a dad."

Adrien shook his head. "No, we are going to be dads. You and me together."

Rapha?l swallowed hard at the news, then beamed brighter than Adrien had ever seen him shine, unable to restrain his joy in spite of the dire situation.

"You're not upset?" Adrien asked, baffled. He knew Rapha?l wanted a baby, but his reaction was still unexpected.

"Adrien, I've wanted to be a dad since I can't remember. It was going to be either your kid or mine. It's not like we can make each other pregnant."

Adrien gave a little smile, feeling relieved in spite of the general stress still flowing through his body.

"You're scared, aren't you?" Rapha?l said.

"I'm terrified."

Rapha?l licked then bit his lower lip. "You're not alone in this. I'm gonna be here the whole way through. Okay? You're gonna do great. I believe in you."

"Well, that makes one of us," Adrien sighed.

Rapha?l grinned. "Did you sleep at all last night? "

Adrien shook his head.

"How about I wash her scent off you, and we go out for breakfast? I found a new bakery close by. They make a killer Paris-Brest ."

"I'd rather have a religieuse au café ," Adrien replied.

" Tout ce que tu veux, mon amour ."

Adrien snickered. "Anything I want. Are you sure?"

Rapha?l's lips curved in a cute pout. "I believe you had enough sex yesterday to last you a week. Am I wrong?"

Adrien huffed. "There's no such thing as enough sex. Besides, my heart is broken. I need serious soothing."

His tone was playful, but he truly was feeling atrocious. His mind refused to face the reality of losing Eléanor. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself it was really happening, his brain was in denial.

Rapha?l held out his hand to him. "Come, I'll give you a shower. I'm not going down on you when you're still smelling like her."

Adrien got off the bed. To be honest, he could barely stand the scent of Eléanor still permeating his skin. Smelling her on him only drilled a hole in his core. He followed his husband to their bathroom and let Rapha?l undress him completely. No matter what the future held, he was blessed to have a husband like Rapha?l, and he was thankful each day that Rapha?l never gave up on him, no matter what.