That morning sex was different. It wasn’t wild and animalistic. It was sweet and sensual. Slow and passionate. They each took time to feel the explosions rippling through them. Wyatt pushed deep inside Kayla at the same time Jason thrust upward, pausing at the top of his movement.
She clenched them both, praying no one would move. That she could live in this fullness, with both of them so deep inside her. But she couldn’t hold the reservoir back. It came out of nowhere as the shockwaves broke free.
“Oh God,” she screamed. She came harder than she ever had.
“Fuck.” Wyatt let himself go at the same time Jason’s release emptied inside her.
They lowered her to the bed.
“You have never looked so beautiful as you did in that moment.” Jason brushed her bangs to the side.
“Really?”
Wyatt rolled behind her, tucking her to his chest. He kissed her shoulder.
“Are you ok?”
She laughed. “Of course I’m ok. I feel amazing. And the baby feels amazing.”
“He does?”
“Who said it was a he?” she teased.
Jason stroked her chin. “With two dads, I think the odds are good.”
“Are you going to want a paternity test?” she asked. “Does it matter to you?” In her heart, she knew it was their baby. She didn’t care whose DNA it had. But to them it might make a difference.
The loves of her life didn’t have family. They had broken hearts just like she did. This was what family meant now.
Wyatt spoke first. “No. I don’t have to know. Jason?”
He shook his head. “We’re a family. This baby is ours. And the next baby will be ours. It doesn’t matter, Kayla.”
Both of their hands moved to her belly and she felt the full love that circled her and her child in this moment.
There was no doubt that they would love this baby with every last breath they had. Just like they loved her.