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“Baby, we didn’t mean to upset you. We are just so excited. We’re all going to be a family. My favorite girl and my favorite boy together forever, and a baby bear, too,” Ryan said.

“I know. I should be jumping for joy that you both are so happy about the baby, and that you both want us all to get married and have a happily ever after. I’m just so goddamn emotional…I just…No, damn it, I deserve to be asked.”

“You do, baby,” Tyler replied. Both men got down on one knee and took a hand each.

“Alexis Thompson, would you do us the honor of being our wife, to have and to hold for the rest of our days?” Tyler asked her.

“Yes, I will. I would love to be your wife. But which one of you am I going to legally marry? You know I can’t marry both of you,” she replied.

“Let’s toss a coin,” Tyler said.

“Don’t be silly, Tyler. I know you’d never be able to handle not being the legal husband. You’re too controlling. So you be the legal one.” He knew that Tyler would have loved to refute his claim. He also knew he was right. It would eat away at Tyler through the years if he wasn’t legally in charge of their family.

“I would learn to deal with it,” he replied.

“But you don’t have to. Considering my lack of family, what does it matter if I’m no longer a Cooper? I always liked Daniels, I love you, and it would make me proud to share your name.”

“You would change your name for us?” Tyler asked.

“For you two I’d do anything,” he said with firm conviction and a catch in his voice.

“I’m so lucky. I know I don’t deserve you two, but I’m going to take you anyway,” Alex said.

“It’s us who don’t deserve you, baby,” Tyler said, and Ryan agreed.

Fifteen months later

Alex walked out of her office, peeking into Tyler’s to see if he was still working. Finding it empty, she followed the sound of voices into the den.

“You’re just a baby hog.” Ryan’s voice growled in a hushed pout.

“No, I’m not. You’ve had her most of the day,” Tyler wheedled.

“Have not. Alex keeps stopping me from holding her, something about spoiling her and she won’t sleep through the night.”

“Yeah, she busted me for that, too. She just doesn’t get it that Bella’s old enough now to cuddle back,” Tyler said, looking down at his daughter asleep in his arms and taking a big sniff of her fresh baby scent.

“I know. Have you seen how fast she crawls? I swear she’s going to be an athlete,” Ryan said as he lovingly stroked her head.

“Yeah, over my dead body will she be an athlete! Have you heard what the Olympics are like? Orgy fest,” Tyler stated.

“You’re right. No going pro for our girl. I swear I’m going to keep a shotgun by the front door when she’s a teenager, and I’ll shoot any boy who comes too close to the front door.” Tyler snickered at Ryan’s very serious statement. He was just as possessive. Their little girl. He was thankful every day for his wonderful family. A family he thought he’d never have. Life wasn’t all roses for them, though. When they built this house and moved in, the looks they got from the neighbors were horrible. But together they weathered the looks and comments with support, love, and laughter. They also knew that when it was time for Bella to go to school they would face new challenges. He had worried about Alex a lot, as she was the one to wear the brunt of it. But their wonderful, amazing wife just held her head up high, and in her words,
“Fuck ’em. If they want to look, let them look. If they want to judge, let them judge, but I’ll live my life the way I want. We are not hurting anyone, and we are happy, in love, and committed.”
After a while a few of the neighbors became friends. They still didn’t understand their family situation, but they discovered that they were good people who had a kinky relationship.

“Hey, Ryan, do you think it’s too soon to ask Alex to have another baby?” Tyler asked.

“She did stop breast-feeding last month, so it should only be a few more weeks until her body’s ready to start trying,” Ryan replied.

“Yeah, but she started taking the pill again,” Tyler added.

“We could always keep her so busy she forgets to take it like last time.”

* * * *

“Boys, making plans without me again are you?” Alex asked in an accusing voice from the doorway. They hadn’t notice her standing there listening to them, and their looks of shock and guilt were priceless.

“No, honey,” Ryan said sheepishly.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tyler replied with false innocence.

“So you guys think we should extend our little family, eh?” she asked.

“Only if you’re ready,” Ryan replied, doing his usual political correctness.

“More the merrier, I say,” she added, moving toward Tyler. “Let me get this little girl to bed, and then you can both put me to bed. We need to start practicing.” Alex took Bella into her arms without waking her and headed to the nursery. She turned looking over her shoulder at her husbands. “Oh, by the way, I bought an ovulation tester last month, and guess who’s ripe and ready.” She tucked her little redheaded baby girl, thankfully still sleeping, into her crib and watched as she stretched and then settled back into a peaceful sleep. They all knew from her hair that Ryan must be the biological father, but it didn’t make a difference to Tyler. He loved her as his daughter just as much as Ryan. Secretly she hoped that the next one would be Tyler’s. She knew it didn’t matter to them, but still.

Closing the nursery door, she followed the sounds of moans and groans to the master bedroom. She still laughed when she thought about the contractor’s questions when he saw the plans to the house. He asked over and over about the three walk-in closets and three sinks in the bathroom. When he finally met them all together, his comment of
“whatever floats your boat”
still made her chuckle.

As she walked into their room, she saw both her husbands naked with loincloths wrapped around their waists, embraced in a passionate kiss. At her footsteps, they separated and looked over at her. “Big Red and Dark Knight are here to conquer the Amazon Pixy.” Alex giggled at Tyler’s comical expression. “What’s this cloth she wears? We must remove it. It must be witchcraft.” Laughter echoed throughout the house, swiftly followed by their moans of ecstasy well into the night.

THE END

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