They did this every night, rubbed my belly, my feet, put lotion on my legs and hands, and pampered me until I felt like the most loved, and luckiest female in the world.
We wouldn’t know who the biological father was between Chase and Xavier until she was born and they could catch her scent, but it didn’t matter. They were both her fathers, would both love her, and the three of them would always be a family.
“Come on, you two,” Xavier said and leaned down to give my belly a kiss. “It’s dinner time, and this little girl needs to eat.”
The baby kicked, as if agreeing.
There was nothing better in this world than being in love and having that love returned.
The End