(Apparently, I changed my mind after writing how many babies each woman was having, and forgot to change it in this bonus content. Aside from getting to read a little more story, enjoy the chaos that is my mind! I don’t know how I keep anything straight. -Sylvie)
Adrian is having too much fun picking baby names. “Could you imagine… Junior Ballz, Ballz the Second, which would undoubtedly degenerate to Two Ballz, or my favorite, Little Ballz.”
I don’t put my foot down on many things, but I’m firm on this one. “If it’s a boy, I don’t want him to be ‘Junior’ or ‘the Second’ or ‘Little’, and not just with the name Ballz.” I get up from the couch, waving off Jeff’s attempt to help. “I’m only cooking one baby. You don’t need to dote on me.”
I have no idea how Bianca can deal with being pregnant with twins, or Aurora with quadruplets. I’m pretty sure the little one I’m incubating already has a hockey stick in his hands, and a puck that he slap-shots into my bladder on a regular basis.
“I want to dote on you.” Jeff places his hand on the small of my back while kissing my cheek.
Dad clears his throat. Jeff’s fingers slide away, reluctantly. Dad gets a little overzealous with his ‘no PDA’ rule sometimes. It’s one of the few drawbacks we’ve found to our relationship.
Sure, it’s been tough for me to get used to living in the public eye, but since I stay pretty close to home, I’m shielded from most of it. There was a social media and tabloid uproar when news of our relationship first got out, but it’s pretty easy for me to stay off social media. And moving into the mountains around Eggplant Canyon has us in close proximity to other families who share our lifestyle.
Dad returns us to the conversation. “I can understand not wanting to use family names. Are you considering traditional or newer names?”
“We’re thinking—”
Multiple phones buzz. I’m used to it since the guys often get group texts. My eyes go wide as Adrian pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“That’s a penalty, you’re on dishes duty.” That’s Mom’s answer to anyone using their phone during family time.
Adrian’s attention is buried in his phone as he scrolls. “You’re savage mom. Coach said he’d have next season’s schedule today, and here it is. I have to see if there’s any chance we have an out of town game near Cindy’s due date.”
Ballz and Jeff pull their phones out.
Adrian shouts, “Dibs on staying home for the series that overlaps her due date.”
“That’s not fair. We should put the dates on the calendar then take turns picking,” Jeff reasons.
“Fine. But I made the first pick.”
The boys start bickering, something I realized was going to be a problem with three egos in the house. Using Mom’s approach, I say, “I want all three of you in the penalty box for arguing.”
I can’t say it with the same force as her. She has years of practice using her ‘Mom’ voice.
The glimmer in Ballz’s eyes fills me with giddiness since it’s generally followed with me having orgasms. I purse my lips, trying not to smile.
He steps close and laces his fingers with mine. “All I heard was that you want all three of us.”
Sometimes I swear they share a brain. It’s as if Ballz provided a distraction for Adrian to sneak behind me and scoop me up. “And something about her box…she wants all three of us in her box?”
The worst part is that I’ve gotten conditioned to love their naughty humor. An ache is already building in my core. Tingles are building in my sex. And Dad’s tolerance is building to a breaking point.
Oops.
Untangling my fingers from Ballz’s, I wrap my arms around Adrian’s neck and whisper, “Put me down, Dad’s getting mad.”
He takes advantage of my whisper, saying loudly to everyone else. “She said she needs to show me something in her bedroom. We’ll be right back.”
“Not. In. My. House.” Dad no longer turns green at the thought of me being defiled. His new color is red. I feel bad, but it’s so hard to resist my guys.
Adrian says, “I promise. We’ll only be gone two minutes.”
Ballz doesn’t help. “It’s not good to brag that you’re a two-pump chump.”
Jeff shakes his head, holding back laughter.
“Boys, knock it off.” Mom’s serious voice come out.
“Sorry, Mom,” Adrian’s sincerity would have been great if he stopped at that. “I’ll be back to do dishes in a little bit.”
I stare over his shoulder as he strides for the door. Mom and Dad’s jaws have gone slack. Jeff’s eyes are wide. Ballz kisses Mom’s cheek and comes after us.
Once we’re outside, Adrian says, “Would it break their rules to have sex in their driveway? It’s too far to drive home, since I have to come back for dishes.”
The door opens behind us and our other two brothers join us. Jeff says, “How about the arena? It’s our closest chance for privacy.”
“Let me check with security.” Ballz sends a text. He made friends with one of the security guards who monitors the cameras. They have a deal that if the guard switches certain cameras off once in a while, Ballz gives him tickets for prized glass seats.
Jeff opens the car door for me then heads to the driver’s seat.
“Where to?” Jeff cranks the ignition.
Ballz’s phone buzzes. A second passes. “Yeah! Let’s head to the penalty box, just as sis ordered!”
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