“That magazine is three months old.” I shake my head. Us getting married is old news. The paparazzi are over that story now.
“I just saw it,” she throws back.
“Mother, if you were so worried about me you would have tried harder to reach out to me after I hung up on you. Not only that, our names have been all over everything. If you wanted to know what was happening with me you would have looked.”
“I couldn't bear to look! Two men, Amelia. Really? You know what that makes you look like, don’t you?”
I throw out my arms, grabbing both Wes and Dean, knowing they’d lose it at her words. They both still at my touch. My mom’s eyes dart back and forth between Wes and Dean, furious.
“I love you, but you have to come to terms with them. I’m married to them.”
“You know how this makes us look?”
“I don’t care how it makes me look. I’m happy that’s all that matters.”
“She should leave,” Wes growls, not even addressing my mother.
“You don’t need this stress,” Dean adds. He turns, his hand coming to my belly.
“No!” my mother gasps. “Do you even know which is the father?” she cries, her face turning red.
“Both of us,” Wes and Dean both snap, making me smile. Like it matters who the father is. We’re a family. Period. It doesn't matter.
“I think you should go,” I tell her. Her shoulders drop and I see a look cross her face I’ve never seen before. I push past Dean and Wes and go to my mother. “This is my life now. You have to get used to it.”
“Your father—”
“Don’t,” I cut her off. “I don’t want the life that’s in New York here, and if you want to be in my life you have to accept this. Dean and Wes are right. I won’t have you stressing me out right now.”
Her head drops forward, her hair failing into her face. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“You have that same look your father gets. This is final. You won’t be moved.”
“I love them. I love my life here.” I grab her hand. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you, too.” She tucks some hair behind my ear, surprising me with her affection. She masks it quickly. “I should go.” She kisses me on both cheeks before turning to leave. She stops at the door, turning to look at my men. “Take care of her.”
“Always,” the both say before my mother nods then turns and leaves.
I watch her exit the door and I stand there for a moment. I’ve come to terms with what my mother is. More so after spending a week with Wes and Dean’s family out at the farm. Their family sucked me in like I’d been a part of it from birth.
Their sisters were already like sisters to me and their mom was warm and sweet. It felt like for the first time I had a real mom. Not a mother. I don’t want my mother out of my life, I just know we won't ever be close. And I’m okay with that. I have more than I could have ever asked for.
I turn to glare at Dean and Wes, who have their arms crossed over their chests but their faces are filled with concern.
“You two want to talk about this?” I smile, pointing over to the giant hole in the wall and letting them know I’m not upset about my mother. It is what it is.
Wes shrugs. Dean smiles.
They have been on me about moving my stuff over from my apartment. I’d been meaning to get to it, but we have been on the move since we became an us. From getting married, to traveling for a few small team camps, to finding out I was pregnant and spending time out at their family’s farm, I just hadn’t got around to it.
A lot of my stuff is still in boxes, but I don’t see the rush. It’s my understanding it has a year lease, so what does it matter?
The fight came when they got home from a meeting with their agent to find me passed out in my old bed. Since finding out I was pregnant, I was prone to random nap attacks at any moment. I was over at my old place trying to find something that would fit my ever-growing belly and might have passed out on my bed.
They did not like finding me asleep in my old bed. So a small fight broke out. It didn’t last long because I was pinned to the bed beneath them. They wouldn’t let me get a word out, only moans until I passed out. When I woke up, it was to construction on both our places.
“You want to keep the place. Fine. You’re about to get one big fucking condo,” Dean says coming towards me with Wes following.
I plant my hand on my hips, about to open my mouth, and they’re both on me. I really don’t care about the condo or the construction. I was more just trying to tell them they were being silly yesterday.
“Let’s work the fight out of her again, Dean,” Wes says.
I fake a growl as they pin me to the bed before they start to trail open-mouthed kisses down my body, stopping and paying extra attention to my belly. I lie back enjoying their plan, thinking I can play just as dirty as they can.
I like the sound of that.
Epilogue
Amelia
Seven years later…
“Fuck, where’s Wes?” Dean asks as he thrusts deep.
“He said he was on his way,” I moan as he moves his big cock in and out of me.
“I don’t know if I can wait to cum.”
“You better,” I warn, stilling my hips.
“Fuck.” He groans again and takes a breath.
Just then the door to our hotel room bursts open and Wes stands there like a beast. My pussy clenches around Dean and he cries out.
“Goddammit, little one, slow your pussy down. He’s here!”
I’m on top of Dean, riding him as I keep eye contact with Wes. “I need you,” I moan and tilt my ass up for him.
Wes doesn’t hesitate as he strips off his clothes and grabs the lube I laid out for him. He slicks up his dick as he climbs on the bed and gets behind me. When I feel the tip of his cock at my back entrance I push against him, needing it.
“Where were you?” I moan as I sink down on him.
My two men have me stuffed full and now I finally feel whole.
“I got caught in the lobby and couldn’t get away. A team of security had to come over and get me out,” Wes says and thrusts all the way in. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.”
“Bro, I can’t hold on much longer,” Dean says, and I score my nails down his chest.
“You better wait, Dean,” I threaten, and he nods before mumbling football stats to keep himself distracted.
We’re in Texas for the final game of the season. Not only that, but it’s the final game of both my husbands’ careers. They’ve decided to retire and spend time with our family and I couldn’t be happier.
I still travel with them to away games because they can’t stand to be away from me and the kids for more than a few days. But traveling with five boys every week is stressful on all of us. And being on the sidelines and seeing your husbands get hit every Sunday does a number on a wife’s nerves. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but thankfully they both know me better than I know myself and told me it was time.
My dad even pulled back from some of his responsibilities to help with the boys and spend time with them. He says life is short and he doesn’t want to spend it yelling at football players when he could be wrestling with his boys instead.
“Just think girl, girl, girl,” Wes says to Dean, and I have to bite my lip to keep from giggling.
They both want a girl so bad they can’t stand it. It’s the reason we’re trying for baby number six. They said they’d keep me pregnant as much as possible and they were true to their word. We’ve got a big family full of boys that’s loud, smelly, and always climbing on stuff. But I wouldn’t change a thing. I love all of my boys more than anything, and though life is chaotic, it’s fun and I’m so in love I can hardly breathe.
“You’re not helping!” Dean growls.
I feel Wes’s lips at my back and I can tell he’s trying to smother a laugh, too. The three of us agreed they’d take turns filling me up and Wes got his this morning before the game. Dean said he wanted to do it after, but he’s so keyed up that he’s not going to last long.
“Do you want to cum and then cum again?” I ask, leaning down and kissing his neck.
“Yes!” Dean roars as he cums inside me right that second.
“Fuck,” I hear Wes say as his cock pulses in my ass and he cums, too. “Shit, him getting off made me do it, too,” he says, trying to catch his breath.
“What about me?” I fake a whine and poke my lower lip out.
“Little one, do you actually think we’re going to leave you hanging?” Dean says, thrusting up and still rock hard inside me.
“Have we ever let you wobble out of bed without us taking care of you?” Wes asks as he grabs my ass.
“What am I going to do with the two of you?” I say, rocking between the two of them.
“We’ve got nothing but time on our hands to find out,” Dean replies, plucking at my nipples.
Now that they’re retired, we can do whatever we want. Which means I’m going to be spending a lot more time in bed. I moan and reach back, rubbing Wes’s legs. They’re so strong and thick and I grip them as my men thrust into me.
Dean grips my hips and I smile. I’m surprised they haven’t noticed by now. I’ve had five babies so my body isn’t exactly like it was the day we met. I’ve gained some pounds that I can’t seem to keep off, and weight has moved around to my hips and ass. My husbands say it makes me even more beautiful, but it also masks the fact that I’m pregnant right now and they have no idea.