Author's Note: Apologies if you don't like the romantic stuff, but this chapter is all about that. There's some important dialogue here, too, and we'll continue to push the plot down the road for our foursome. Please enjoy!
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Following the luscious fuckfest with Bianka, Crystal, Kat, and Rita, I suffered through four excruciating days. I couldn't remember the last time I had gone that long without cumming. But I didn't mind because it was for a good reason. Probably the best reason. Kat was due to start ovulating, and that Monday morning, a week after we arrived home from Paris, she rolled over in bed with an excited smile on her face.
"Today's the day, daddy," she whispered. "You can try to make me pregnant."
"Is it, Kitty Kat?" I asked.
"It's my first day ovulating," she said and batted her eyelashes at me.
I leaned down and kissed her neck, then nibbled her ear.
"I want you," I said.
"Not yet, daddy," she said quietly. "After work."
Rita's alarm went off, and she stirred. I groaned.
"You're going to make me wait?" I asked plaintively.
"You've waited four days," she said. "A few more hours won't hurt. Save up some more of that sperm for me."
Rita stretched out and smiled at us.
"Is it the day?" she asked sleepily.
"It's the day!" Kat said excitedly, now almost tumbling out of bed.
"Shhh," Rita admonished.
Jess was still asleep and completely oblivious to the early morning routine. She had gone to the previous night's football party only for the first hour before coming home to spend some quality time with us. She knew the importance of this week, and it meant a lot to each of us that she had stepped away from the biggest money-making event at Infinity to focus on her family.
I went through the morning ritual of making coffee and helping Kat and Rita get out the door. They looked as stunning as usual, remarkably bright-eyed even without their traditional morning bumps of cocaine. I climbed back into bed and fell asleep with surprising ease.
Hours went by. I smelled coffee but didn't budge. Finally, Jess slipped into bed beside me and let her long, delicate fingers crawl across my thigh and rest playfully on my crotch.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said. "You need to shower up and get ready for the big day."
"What time is it?" I asked groggily.
"After eleven," Jess said gently. "Let's shower up. You're going to get Kat pregnant today."
"God," I said, letting the letters elongate as I uttered them.
"We have some planning to do," Jess said. "I want this to be perfect."
"It's going to be amazing," I said, sitting up on my elbows and smiling at her.
"Rita and I still aren't sure how to be there and not make it creepy," she said.
"It won't be creepy," I said. "It's a group decision. It's always been a group decision."
"That still doesn't mean you fucking Kat with the express intent of knocking her up isn't different from the normal," Jess said. "We don't want it to seem like some fucking Handmaid's Tale ceremony."
I laughed. "You're right," I said. "And I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous. It is different."
"Right," Jess agreed. "So let's treat it as the special event it is."
"Coffee?" I offered Jess.
"I'm a step ahead of you, babe," she said. "There's a mug waiting for you in the kitchen."
Coffee and a shower after plenty of sleep had me feeling energized, despite my anxiety. Merely the prospect of fatherhood was a heady thought. I debated internally whether I was ready for it, whether I was good enough for it. But the single thing I kept coming back to was the strength of my connection with these three miraculous women. How could I doubt for a moment that it was the right decision? Setting aside all the wild times, the crazy partying, and the sheer indulgence we enjoyed, the core of our love for one another was rock-solid. Because of that, I knew we had a foundation upon which we could build something bigger and more meaningful.
