"She's in the back, fussing with the laundry. Doc Atkinson's was busy, so sorry about the delay in how long it took us to get you news," I replied as I chopped up some chanterelle mushrooms to go in with the kale.
"Which, by the way, you still haven't told me," she replied. "I'm guessing that is on purpose?"
I stirred the pot, and added another splash of olive oil before a pinch of herbs and salt. "Of course. Now go and hang out. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes."
Tabby nodded and stepped back, taking off her high heels as she did to walk comfortably through the rest of the house. As she did, I watched her go, and pondered how lucky I was. Seriously, how many men got to live with two amazing women, both of whom love him in their own way?
I just wondered how Tabby would take the news that Doctor Atkinson thought that we had a little girl on the way?
* * *
That night, after dinner was finished and the ladies were changed into their evening wear, matching silk pajama sets from Victoria's Secret that were very tempting for me to just stay home, I went into Sophie and my bedroom to change as well. Taking off the jeans and t-shirt that I favored for housework, I pulled out my night time wear.
Stripping down to my underwear, I was surprised when I heard a knock at the door. I turned and saw Sophie leaning against the door frame, the royal purple of her pajamas molding to the swell of her hips and breasts in a way that left my stomach and cock stirring. "You really have to go out tonight?" she purred. "I was hoping we could celebrate the good news."
"You know I want to," I said, coming over and giving her a kiss. Sophie pushed into my arms, and I was left breathless as her lush body pressed against me, supple silk covering enticing curves. When we finally parted, I was unabashedly standing with my cock tenting the briefs that I prefer when I'm going to do something athletic.
"I can tell," she said, reaching out and rubbing my cock through my briefs. She looked at me with desire, but also with a well-humored resignation. "But, you're going to tell me it's been six days since you had a night patrol, and that with what we've learned about the street gang activity, you need to get out there and do some pacification. I know, I know."
"And yet," I said, trying to suppress the groan and the desire to just fall to my knees and make love to my wife right there, "you keep rubbing my cock."
"That's because you look so delicious standing there like that, it's hard, and I mean very hard, to stop," she replied. Finally, when I was just at the point of delaying my patrol, she pulled her hand back, grinning at me. "Use that as motivation to make damn sure you come home in one piece and no fluids leaking out."
The big shuddering breath that I had to take to regain control told Sophie everything she needed to know, and she kissed me again on the cheek. "By the way, Tabby says thanks for the night out."
"Oh?" I said, trying to distract my mind. It was funny, in the traditionally classic sense Tabby is definitely a knockout, but talking about her never tempted my libido. I could acknowledge that she was beautiful, but never have I had the desire to sleep with her. That's what Sophie does to me. "What do you two have planned?"
"A silly romantic comedy, then she's going to get some sleep. She's got the press conference tomorrow with the General Manager of the Spartans for the new community centers, remember?"
"Gotcha," I said, stepping back and turning towards my patrol wear. First thing I pulled on were the compression undershorts I like to wear, although it was a bit painful tugging the tight fabric over my erection. "You want to watch on TV?"
"I might," Sophie replied. "I just wish I could have watched her castrate Bishop Traylor today instead."
"Well, we can always try and set up a video feed if you want," I said, taking down the black cargo pants that I was wearing. Despite the comic book name, the Snowman didn't exactly go out looking like anything out of the ordinary. Pulling them up over my hips, I cinched the belt in tight, noting that after shifting to mostly healthy eating since Sophie's pregnancy, I'd lost some weight, and not in a good way either. I didn't sport a lot of body fat to begin with, and if I was losing weight, that meant I was losing much needed muscle and strength for my night patrols.
"I think I'm going to add in some more fats to my diet," I noted. "These pants are hanging off of me."
"I still think you look like a million bucks," Sophie replied. "Well, I'll let you finish getting dressed, just come give me a kiss before you leave for work, okay?"
"Okay."
Sophie left, and I finished pulling on my patrol uniform. Since the downfall of the Confederation, I didn't need to carry quite as much firepower as I did when I patrolled earlier. Still, I was headed into the area of the city known as The Playground, which despite the innocent sounding name, contained some of the darkest corners of the city. Illuysas Petrokias, the Confederation member that Sophie put a bullet into, used to own about half of the area, which was now more or less up for grabs. It was one of the most frequent areas I patrolled, as drugs, prostitution, and all forms of vice competed with each other.