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“She’s fine, as long as she limits the weights.”

“They’re two to five pound weights,” Connor said, while grinding his teeth.

“Oh, then there’s nothing to worry about.”

“What about sex?” Austin asked.

Heat swarmed Lucy’s face as Connor shot daggers through his eyes at Austin.
 

“That’s none of your Goddamn business,” Connor said, as he gripped Lucy’s hand rather tightly.
 

“It sure as fuck is my business when your nasty ass noodle is trying to impale my child’s head.”

“I assure you, that’s not possible,” Doctor Cuevas said, as she wiped Lucy’s belly off, removing all the gel.

Austin threw his head back and laughed. “I guess you’re right, Doctor C., Connor doesn’t have a dick big…”

“Austin…” Lucy said behind clenched teeth as Connor seethed next to her.
 

Doctor Cuevas observed the fucked-up situation between Lucy and her two boys and shook her head. She placed the ultrasound machine back against the wall and then crossed her arms over her chest. She looked at both of the men in Lucy’s life and said, “Now, listen to me and listen to me closely. I know this is a tough situation for all three of you to be in, but I’m going to warn you, it’s in the best interest of Lucy and the baby that you work out your differences. I can already tell that the bickering between the two of you,” she looked at Connor and Austin, “is causing Lucy to stress and the more stress that’s put on her, the more pressure it puts on the baby, and we don’t want that. So, grow up and learn to deal with your situation; if not for Lucy, then for the baby.”

With that, Doctor Carmen Cuevas smiled her gorgeous smile and walked out the door.
 

“She’s a cunt…,” Austin muttered as he looked down at his phone. “Got to go. It’s been real.” He leaned over and kissed Lucy on the cheek. “Call me if you need anything, Luce.” He then looked up at Connor and said, “See ya later, dickhead.”

Austin left the room, leaving Lucy and Connor alone, finally. Lucy looked up at Connor and cupped his cheek with her hand so she could bring his head closer to hers.
 

“Relax,” she said, as she wiggled his jaw that had been grinning tightly ever since Austin arrived at the doctor’s office. “You can’t let him get to you like that. He does it on purpose and the more you show him that he has an effect on you, the more he’s going to push your buttons.”

Connor pressed his forehead against Lucy’s and kissed her nose lightly. “I fucking hate him.” He ran his hand over Lucy’s bare belly and continued, “I hate that he did this to you, not because I resent the baby, but because I wish it was my baby growing inside of you.”

Lucy’s heart squeezed at the deflated tone of his voice. “It’s your baby too, Connor. We talked about this…”

“It’s not.” Connor pulled away and started pacing the room. “It’s not my baby, I’m the odd one out here, love, and I’m trying. I’m trying every Goddamn day to make this work, but every time we come to these appointments, I feel like I’m being pulled further and further away from you and I don’t know what to do.”

Lucy sat up and covered her exposed belly. She reached out for him and he reluctantly grabbed her hand so she could pull him closer.
 

“Connor, how many times do I have to tell you? Austin is the father of my child, but you are the one I’m in love with, the one I want to raise this child with. You are just as important, if not more important, than Austin.”

“I don’t feel connected.”

“And you think I do? This baby might be growing inside of me, but there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t worry that I might not have a connection with the baby when it finally arrives. I’m terrified.” A small tear escaped her eye and was caught on Connor’s finger.
 

He pulled Lucy into his chest, filling her with warmth instantly. This was where she wanted to be. This was why she wanted to raise her child with Connor…because she couldn’t imagine being loved by anyone else, feeling safe in anyone else’s arms. Connor was it for her.
 

“Don’t cry, love. You’re going to be an amazing mom and one hell of a MILF.”

A soggy laugh escaped Lucy’s mouth as she lightly smacked Connor’s chest.
 

“What? It’s true. I can barely keep my hands off of you now. Just think how it will be when your tits are the size of my head.” A devilish smirk crossed his face as he looked down at her and made a gesture in front of his chest with his hands.

“Ugh…pig.” Lucy laughed as he helped her down from the table and then pulled her into his arms.

“You like it.” He twined their hands together and brought them behind her back to rest against the dip right above her butt. His body encircled hers as he drew her in closely. “I love you, Lucy.”

“I love you too, Connor.”

“I know you do,” he said, as he leaned down and placed a very gentle, but extremely intimate, kiss on her lips. “I’m sorry that I get irritated sometimes; it’s just because I’m either scared shitless or ready to decapitate your baby daddy and shove his head up his ass.”

Lucy chuckled as she kissed Connor’s chin. “Please, by all means, decapitate away. I would love to see Austin talk his way out of his own ass.”

Connor chuckled while still holding her hands behind her back. “You want to get out of here and see how far my ‘noodle’ can go to reach that baby?”

Lucy threw her head back and laughed. “Little do Doctor Cuevas and Austin know that the baby will come out with a slight dent in its head from your enormous dick. Noodle is not the correct word.”

“Damn, love, you sure know how to make a man hard.” Connor thrust his pelvis at Lucy.

She pulled away, grabbed her purse and said, “Keep it in your pants, Cartwright. We have some shopping to do and, if you’re a good boy, I’ll spread my legs for you later.”

“Ah, hell. You can’t go around saying shit like that, Luce.” Connor stalked toward her and grabbed her ass in one swift movement. “Get back up on the table. I’ll fuck you here real quick.”

Lucy laughed and swatted his hands away as he continued to grope her backside. “Listen ass-man, you can feel me up all you want when we get back home. I might even wear your favorite lingerie set, if you’re good.”

“You know I’m always good, love,” Connor said with a wink.
 

Lucy rolled her eyes and opened the door so they could get on with their day. She had some diapers to stock up on and some neutral-colored clothing to fawn over. She grabbed Connor’s hand, linked their fingers together and looked up at the man she loved as they walked out the door. She knew it was going to be a rough road ahead of them, full of a lot of fights and, hopefully, a lot of making up, but it was all going to be worth it because she was with Connor. Connor was worth it.
 

**Molly**

Molly smoothed out her skirt and opened her door to find her pregnant friend smiling back at her while holding a box of donuts and a carton of strawberry milk. Molly shook her head and let Jane in her apartment.
 

“What have I told you about bringing your crap food over here?”

“Uh, a box of glazed donuts and strawberry milk is not crap food; it’s a gift from the food gods!”

“Who drinks strawberry milk anymore, especially at your age? Do you still have fucking unicorn posters hanging on your walls and blue glitter eye-shadow in your makeup bag?”

“Hey, baby wants strawberry milk, so baby gets strawberry milk!” Jane said, while grabbing two glasses from the cupboard.
 

Molly walked over and poked Jane’s stomach. “It’s been what…five months?”

“To date.” Jane beamed as she rubbed her little belly. “According to the fruit chart, my little girl is the size of a banana. Can you believe that? A banana. I have a banana in my belly.”

“You act like you’ve never had a banana in your body before. Is Brady really so small that he’s not even banana-sized? Fuck, that’s depressing,” Molly smirked.
 

Jane gave her a snide look as she walked with two glasses of strawberry milk and the box of donuts stuffed under her arm to the dining room table. She was the most annoyingly happy pregnant woman Molly had ever met. She was always smiling, always rubbing her belly and talking about what size fruit her baby was growing to. If Molly didn’t know it had always been Jane’s dream to have a baby, she would have been annoyed. But instead, she was overjoyed for her friend and the new adventure she was about to embark on.
 

“You ever going to tell your daughter that she was a guest at your wedding?”

Jane shrugged her shoulders. “She’ll probably figure it out.” She pushed the donuts toward Molly, but she refused the sugary confections. “Eat a damn donut! I distinctly remember you shoving donuts down my face when I first met Brady, so you can eat a damn donut on my behalf.”

“Whoa, settle down there, crazy pants. I’ll eat a donut.” Molly grabbed one from the box, but pushed the milk away. “But I refuse to drink that unicorn piss.”

“Fine, more for me,” Jane said, as she grabbed the glass of milk and started chugging.

Molly looked at her with one eyebrow raised, wondering where the hell her friend’s class had gone. Jane was always the poised one in their relationship, the one who could wear pearls, drink tea with her pinky out and dab her mouth daintily with a cloth napkin and get away with it, but now that she was pregnant, she had crumbs gracing her shirt, a milk mustache rivaling Tom Selleck’s and the belch of a man after he drank five beers.
 

“Really keeping up your standards, aren’t ya?” Molly asked as she sat back and watched her friend devour another donut.

Jane stopped mid-bite as she looked over at Molly. “You know, I didn’t come here to be chastised by the girl who used to sleep in her tube top covering one tit with the prior night’s regurgitated dinner on the floor.”

“Low blow,” Molly said, while laughing and shaking her head. “Those days are over. I’m a respected staple in the community and a beloved mother.”

“Staple?” Jane threw her head back and laughed. “Okay.”

“Well, respected, nonetheless.”

Jane heard a buzzing sound in the distance as she downed the rest of her strawberry milk. When she put her glass down, she cocked her head to the side and asked, “What’s that noise?”

Molly looked around the room and said, “I have no clue.” She leaned her chair back while still holding on to the table and looked down the hallway. “Winnie is in her room. Winnie! Come here, baby girl. Come say hi to Auntie Jane.”

“Ugh, you didn’t tell me Winnie was here. You know I love that little girl so much.”

At that moment, Winnie came tumbling down the hallway, walking like a drunken sailor who didn’t quite have her sea legs, since she was still learning how to walk. Her head was full of fine blonde curls springing from her head, her princess tutu was up around her chest and she had a long popsicle-like thing hanging out of her mouth.
 

“Hey, baby girl, what do you…?” Jane stopped as she eyed Winnie. At that moment, both Jane and Molly knew where the buzzing noise was coming from.
 

“Oh. My. God,” Jane said, as she fell to the floor and started laughing hysterically.
 

“Winnie!” Molly squealed as she jumped out of her seat and quickly grabbed her dildo that was shoved in her daughter’s mouth. “No, no, no. We don’t play with mommy’s love wand.” Molly replaced the dildo with a stuffed penguin and shooed her daughter away as her pregnant friend rolled around on the floor laughing.
 

“Love wand, oh my God, I’m dying,” Jane said between tears. “Please tell me that was clean.”

“Of course it was! I’m not a barbarian who fucks myself and leaves cum all over the place.” Molly placed the dildo on the dining room table and looked at her friend. “You about done down there?”

Jane continued to laugh to herself as she got up off the floor. She looked over at the dildo and her eyes widened. “Jesus, Molly. Do you think you could have gotten a longer one?”

Molly shrugged her shoulders. “I like to impale myself, so what?”

“Damn, that is so wrong. At least your daughter got a head start on learning how to give a blow job.”

Molly looked at Jane for a second before she joined in the laughter. If it was anyone else, Molly would have been humiliated, but since it was her best friend, she didn’t care.
 

“I’ll remember that statement when your little one comes popping out and then we’ll see how much you like inappropriate comments directed at your daughter.”

“Yeah, well she’ll never find a dildo in my room, that’s for sure. I have the real thing.” The moment Jane’s words left her mouth, Molly knew she regretted them. Jane was about to side step when Molly stopped her.
 

“Don’t worry about it.” Molly gathered the empty milk glasses from the dining room table and took them to the sink to rinse them out before placing them in the dishwasher. Molly felt Jane walk up behind her, but Molly refused to turn around, since tears were threatening to fall.
 

“Have you heard from him?” Jane delicately asked, as she placed her hand on Molly’s shoulder.