“Sweetheart, this is just what long-haul truckers do,” says Aaron soothingly. “This is our lifestyle, and there’s a special meaning to this load because the masks are going to people in need. We would do this even if we weren’t getting paid. Naomi, please try to understand.”
At those words, shame struck my heart. I felt terrible, but I nodded even as tears filled my eyes.
“Okay,” I said in a small voice. “Call me on your CB radio when you can, okay? Let’s stay in touch.”
That was almost six months ago. Unfortunately, the corona virus is an epidemic, so we didn’t have much time to say goodbye. One morning, Aaron and Andrew were luxuriating in my arms, and then the next day, they were gone.
My body ached for them. My vision seemed blurry, my heart literally hurt, and of course, my holes felt empty without the two men lodging their huge meat inside at all hours. But even more, I was confused and teary. I was worried about Aaron and Andrew’s health and safety, but I was also confused about our relationship status. They left so quickly that we had no time to iron out the details, and I wasn’t sure what to do next.
After all, were my lovers seeing other daughters on the road? They had long drives through the continental United States with plenty of Lodges along the way. There’s also a Lodge in Alaska somewhere, if not two or three. Were they taking this time to sample other delectable young women?
Also, what was I supposed to do in the meantime? Was I supposed to continue my service, and start seeing other men again? Immediately, my heart shut down. There was no way I could accommodate other men with the memory of Aaron and Andrew fresh in my mind. Plus, I didn’t want to. It seemed sacrilegious and downright nauseating, to be honest.
That’s why I’m at such a crossroads now. We didn’t have a “Define The Relationship” talk before they left, and yet for the last six months, I’ve been acting like the three of us are in a committed relationship. Am I being stupid? Maybe I’ve jumped the gun, and pushed things too hard and too fast. Or even worse, maybe this isn’t what Aaron and Andrew want at all.
My heart pounds as I loiter in the foyer, waiting for their return. The first delivery of face masks went fine, but then my men were asked to deliver additional shipments of face masks to other remote villages in Alaska. How could they say no? They have generous hearts and giving spirits. Thus, their return was delayed, and it’s been six long months of separation.
But now, the time for reckoning has come. I’m six months along, and my belly swells gently above my waistband. I stroke the bulge lovingly, even if I’m nervous. Andrew and Aaron will want their child, won’t they? The two alpha males always take care of their own, or so I hope.
11
Andrew
We knock at the door and then push the wooden slab open and enter. The knock was just a courtesy because we have keys to the Lodge. In fact, this particular Lodge’s door is almost always unlocked because it’s located in the woods. There aren’t many strangers coming by, and we know everyone in the vicinity.
To our surprise, Naomi’s standing in the foyer waiting for us. She looks even more beautiful than I remember. Her curvy figure is even more luscious, and those brown curls spring about her face in a halo. Her skin is ivory, and her delicate features register surprise and then relief.
“Aaron! Andrew!” she cries while hurling herself into our arms. “I’ve missed you.”
I embrace her generous figure while my friend strokes her back soothingly.
“We’ve missed you too, honey. We were gone a lot longer than anticipated, but it’s okay. We’re back now and everything’s going to be fine.”
I murmur sweet nothings into her hair, but then something strange happens. I feel a nudge against my abdomen, like someone small just kicked me. I pull apart from Naomi for a moment to look into that angelic face. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks pink. That luscious pout is slightly parted, and her skin appears as if she’s glowing from within.
Wait a minute. She’s glowing. I step away from her to survey her figure, and sure enough, there’s a slight bulge at her tummy. Our girl has always had a generous physique, but the bump is unmistakable, and I’m surprised it took me a few minutes to notice.
“Sweetheart, are you …?” I ask, my voice raspy. My heart is going at a million miles an hour in my chest, and my pulse feels like it’s running a sprint. Holy shit. Holy fuck.
Aaron catches on just as quickly, and his jaw drops to the floor before color streaks his cheekbones.
