With Leonor being high risk, her doctor has run more tests and scheduled more visits than what’s normal, and during one of those Dr. Morgan did some testing to make sure the babies were healthy and on track. Since our girl is curious as fuck, she asked if we’d be able to determine paternity at that point, which none of us cared about, but Leo wanted to know and I have no doubt in my mind as to why.
She wants to have a baby with each of us.
None of us have hidden the fact that we wanted families and kids, it’s been talked about a lot over the years and knowing for sure that the twins are a heteropaternal superfecundation anomaly, Leo is going to be determined to make this happen. She just needed a starting point.
Dr. Morgan says that as long as this pregnancy continues the way it has so far, there shouldn’t be any reason Leonor can’t have more babies after this, it just might be harder to conceive. Which again, we’re fine with because it means more sex for us, we just need to pay attention to who comes inside her when we’re trying for baby three and four.
I also know that this is Leo’s unspoken way ofmarryingthe four of us, if you will. Since it’s not legally possible, having a baby with each of us, one that would have each of our DNA and Leonor’s, making them blood siblings? That’s our girl’s solution, and her dream.
She actually stressed about it some before we found out she was pregnant, not being about to legally commit to all four of us and as cute as it is that our big bad Leonor would marry us in a heartbeat, it isn’t necessary.
We belong to each other, we always have, and nothing in the world will change that but if our girl wants to try to have babies with all of us because of how we feel about each other, I’m good with that, too.
But I can promise you she’ll call it quits and ask Dr. Morgan to tie her tubes once we’re done because Leo is already uncomfortable as hell and we haven’t hit sixteen weeks yet.
“I got crumbs in your hair.”
I grin and kiss her belly then sit up as she leans toward me. “I don’t care.”
“You do,” she says with a smile as she presses her lips to mine. “But thank you for lying to my face about it.”
I snort as she goes upright, watching her intently as she stuffs the last of her brownie in her mouth before brushing those crumbs from my hair.
That pregnancy glow looks so good on her.
She’s always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, hands down, no questions asked, but she really is glowing and it’s been even harder to resist her because of it.
“No.”
I frown. “No?”
“No,” Leo says again. “A big fat no.”
“No, what?”
She rolls her eyes. “No, we don’t have time for a quickie.”
“I wasn’t exactly thinking that but now that you mention it…” Smiling, I slide my hands around to her ass and squeeze.
“Lucius,” Leonor warns. “You have an appointment in three hours.”
“Which is plenty of time. It doesn’t even have to be a quickie. I could eat your pussy, fuck you until you scream, recover and repeat in two hours. And still make my appointment on time.”
My girl squeezes her thighs together, wiggling her hips in my face unintentionally as her pussy no doubt becomes my favoritewater sport. “I can’t. We can’t. I told Justine I’d meet her at the house.”
Playfulness aside, I reach up and pull her to me for a kiss then wrap her in my arms the best I can. “Is she sure she’s ready?”
Leonor nods as she pushes her fingers through my hair. “She wants to get things taken care of before the babies come. It’s been hard for her to even think of packing away any of Pierre’s things but we need to pick out what she’s sending off to be made into baby blankets, then she wants to decide which pictures to put in the nursery.”
“Do you think she’s ready?”
“No,” she says with a sad smile. “But I think the twins have given her purpose again. She’s so excited to be a grandma, practically over the moon to help plan and prepare. Justine has gone as far as to make sure there’s enough room for more than these two by using Pierre’s office as the nursery because she’s hoping we end up with enough babies to start a softball team.”
Giving her my own sad grin, I kiss her again. “Justine is going to be the best grandma to our babies.”
“She is.” A more genuine smile touches Leo’s lips before she giggles. “Justine and Andrea have already joined forces and this baby shower is going to be bigger than Mardi Gras.”
“Good.” Planting one more kiss on my girl, I get to my feet, take her hand, and lead her from the spare bedroom. “You and those babies deserve it. Is she coming to get you?”
