“It could be a girl.” I looked at the two of them. “She might be a cheerleader just like me.”
“Fuck that.” Coach Dawson shook his head. “I’ve seen what happens to cheerleaders.”
“Are you complaining?” I narrowed my eyes at his sarcasm.
“Not at all.” He chuckled.
“If it is a girl.” Hank raised his beer. “She’ll never have a fucking date, because we’ll kill any mother fucker that shows up at the door.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Joe nodded and smiled.
“If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll probably be too much for even us to handle.” Chad sipped his beer and shook his head.
“I’ll be happy either way.” Roger tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair. “I just want a healthy baby.”
“Me too.” I rubbed my stomach and smiled.
The baby did turn out to be a boy and when it was time for Charles to arrive, I decided to have the baby at Coach Dawson’s ranch. They arranged for a doctor and a midwife to assist and while some of them wanted to do it at the hospital, I wanted them all to be present for the birth. Making that happen at a hospital was a little complicated. I hardly had to do much to care for my son. They were fighting over him—to the point I thought they were going to come to blows over who got to change the diaper. It was the first time I had seen much hint of jealousy, but it was all in good fun. They spent hours obsessing over his workout routine, who got to throw the football with him every day, and which training camps they wanted him in. Raising anything other than a football player was out of the question.
WITH THE BABY DELIVERED, our trips to the bedroom started up again once I recovered. It was usually just six of them at once instead of seven since one of them took care of Charles, but they took turns until every one of them got their fill. The season was in full swing by the time I did give birth and recover. They were poised to have back to back championship rings, and life was amazing. I never imagined myself having such an arrangement with seven men, but after doing it for a year, it seemed normal. Seven hot, ravenous men that craved every bit of me and took care of our family. It was more than I could have ever wished for, but there was nothing that made me want to change it. I had found the happiness I sought in arms that were totally devoted to me in every way.
The End
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Chapter 1: Heather
The sun had been down for a while and what was supposed to be a great trip to the Appalachian Mountains with friends had turned into a miserable tour of falling snow as I drove down a long, seemingly deserted road. Even the radio had given up on me as I fought between bouts of static for a brief melody of actual music. I didn’t even care if it was a genre I hated if it kept me company and reminded me I wasn’t alone in the world. Each push of the radio’s scan button brought a little bit of hope, but it wasn’t long until the static started again and the music was drowned out.
“Come on. Give me something.” I tapped the radio and hit the scan button again.
My cell phone was dying and I hadn’t even thought to pick up my car charger because I thought I would find the cabin I was searching for long before it ran out of juice. It wouldn’t have helped anyway because the reception was so bad my GPS couldn’t even get a signal. I stared at the spinning circle indicating it was searching for satellites, but it always timed out before anything was found.
Ugh.
I cranked the heater up another notch and tried to peer through the mixture of snow and ice forming on my windshield. The wiper kept pushing it out of my line of sight, but the cold outside was making it harder to defrost as the temperature dropped. I squinted my eyes against the darkness and tried to see with the abysmal light the high beams were managing to produce in the falling snow. Mostly I just got a reflection of snow that seemed to be falling in sheets instead of flakes.
Yeah, this is bad.
The situation was going to turn from bad to dangerous very soon if I didn’t find a road sign to guide me back to civilization. I wasn’t even sure where I took a wrong turn. I tried to remember the landmarks and follow my GPS even when the signal went out, but I had made a terrible mistake somewhere along the way. The road stretched on, my eyes got weary, and the gas meter signaled that the end of my journey was coming fast.
“Please, just a bar. A half a bar? A quarter of a bar?” I picked up my cell phone and tried to get a signal but I was still met with nothing. I even tried flipping it into airplane mode in hopes of somehow picking up a distant service tower, but it went right back to zero bars when I told it to search for a cellular signal.
Driving around in the dark until my car ran out of gas wasn’t going to help the situation and there was nothing for miles that I could see. It certainly didn’t help that my vision was fairly obscured by the frost on my windshield and the blinding snow falling in front of me. I let my car roll to a stop and kept the engine running as I thought about my situation.
Am I the only person on this freaking road?
I pulled my coat from the bag behind me and opened my door. I just needed to get a lay of the land and see if I could somehow get a signal if I wasn’t confined to my car. My coat did little to protect me from the elements as I wandered away from my headlights with my phone in the air, searching for any sign of service. I was met with a constant row of empty bars, and every step I took plunged me further into the darkness.
“Come on...” I muttered through chattering teeth.
I heard noises in the distance and felt fear creeping up my spine. It was cold, but there were still wild animals out there, especially in the mountains. I turned towards my car and quickly ran back to safety.