Micah frowned, looking at the fuzzy picture. “I don’t see it.”
Eric pointed at a blob.
“Our baby is going to struggle getting laid. Is it a boy or a girl? We can have an ugly daughter. We won’t have to fend off all the guys. I know what a guy with a dick is like.”
“Shut up,” Dean and Eric said in unison.
Micah held his hands up. “Come prom night, you’re going to wish we had an ugly kid.”
“Stop worrying,” she said. “We don’t know what sex our baby is.”
“We’re going to have a baby,” Micah said. He stared at the blob, not seeing anything, but it was there for him to see.
Wrapping his arms around Daphne, he picked her up, lifted her off her feet, and spun her around. “Can I fuck you?” he asked.
“The doctor has said that she is in perfect health—”
Micah didn’t even allow Eric to finish what he was saying. Carrying her inside the house, he didn’t go far, taking her straight through to the sitting room. She burst out laughing as he pressed her over the end of one of the sofas.
All his. Touching her pussy, he found her not as wet as he’d like.
Wetting his fingers, he went back to her pussy and started to stroke her clit, moving down to plunge inside her.
Dean and Eric walked back into the room as he got her nice and wet. Her giggles turned into moans of pleasure as he teased her. His cock was so fucking hard.
When she was wet enough for him, he plunged inside her, filling her tight pussy. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to just enjoy the feel of her surrounding him.
“Do you like what he’s doing to you?” Dean asked, causing him to open his eyes.
“I love it.”
“Then fuck her, Micah. You’ve got her all to yourself.”
He groaned and began to thrust inside her. He wasn’t in any rush, and as he felt his orgasm start to build, he slowed down and pressed his hand between her thighs, stroking over her clit, making her come for him. She screamed his name and with her orgasm still flooding her body, he started to fuck inside her, prolonging her release.
She was perfect.
“I love you, Daphne,” he said. “I love you so fucking much.”
He did. He loved her more than anything in the world. All he wanted to do was to bind her to him. To never become invisible to her. To show her with words and actions that he loved her.
When he came, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. This was what he wanted to do every single night.
****
Dean stared down at the ring he’d purchased.
Daphne was now nearly four months pregnant. The restrictions on everyone were being lifted, but he, Eric, and Micah had other plans.
“It’s a beautiful ring,” Micah said. “Do you think Daphne is going to say yes?”
Eric chuckled. “Why wouldn’t she?”
“I don’t know.”
Dean stared at his two friends. It was one of the rare times they were alone. All of their energy these past four months had been in cementing their place in Daphne’s life. He knew she loved them. Had no doubt in his mind and soul that she was with them for life.
“We’re all going to ask her to marry us, but only one of us can do it for the real world,” Micah said. “Kind of sucks.”
Dean glanced over at Eric. They’d both talked about who should be the one to marry Daphne. Their woman had confided in them what Micah went through as a child. Dean had an inkling of something not being quite right for him, but he didn’t realize how bad it was. Everyone knew how devoted Micah’s parents were to each other. He could only imagine what it was like to always feel alone. His parents were workaholics, but they’d made time for him. He always felt their love, but from what he’d learned, Micah didn’t even feel that.
He wanted to make it up to him in some way.
Dean handed him the ring. “Eric and I want you to be the one to marry her.”
Micah frowned and looked at the ring. “But you purchased the ring.”
“I know.”
“I couldn’t do that to you.”
“You’re not doing anything to me,” Dean said. “I know my place is by Daphne’s side.”
“As do I.”
“I don’t need this,” Micah said. “You should be the one to marry her. You set all of this in motion.”
“You’re going to be the one to marry her. You’re not going to be alone. You’re not second best, nor are you third best. You’re loved,” he said.
He saw tears in Micah’s eyes. He couldn’t recall his best friend ever crying.
Micah’s jaw clenched and then he wiped beneath his brow. “I can do this.”
“Of course, you can.” He gripped Micah’s shoulder. “We’re all here.”