I squeezed one gently, lifting it up. It did seem heavier. Caroline’s chest rose and fell, her hand grasping my shirt. She seemed more sensitive than usual.

  “Are you… sure?” I muttered. “Maybe there’s another explanation…”

  She pushed me away. “I’ve even got a baby bump. Look.”

  Inserting her thumbs under the band of her pajama pants, she pushed them down until the top of her tuft of hair was showing. Then she turned sideways, running a hand over the gentle curve of her belly.

  “See?”

  I stepped closer, examining it, but it looked exactly like Caroline’s tummy had always looked—soft and feminine, with that little bump I’d always found adorable.

  “Caroline,” I said gently, “you could only be, what, at most two months pregnant? Would you even have a baby bump yet?”

  She paused, her hands still on her stomach. “Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

  But then she turned to face me, her eyes still wide with certainty. “But I am pregnant, Ryan. I know I am.”

  I looked at her in confusion. “How do you know? I mean, I thought…”

  “You thought I couldn’t get pregnant anymore,” she finished. “So did I. I was having very irregular periods. And when we met, I’d gone several months without one. I thought I was done. That’s why I haven’t said anything till now. I just… couldn’t believe it.”

  I rubbed the stubble on my chin. If this were true, it would be amazing. “I guess that would explain some things,” I said skeptically.

  She grabbed my hands again, her breasts squishing between her meaty arms. “Yes! I’ve been totally off certain foods lately, even ones I normally love. And today… I feel so…”

  She trailed off, looking at my chin and biting her lips.

  “Horny?” I asked, lightly tracing my fingers over the naked skin of her arms.

  She shivered and fell against me. “Yes! It’s like my hormones are going crazy.”

  I hugged her as she put her arms around my waist. It did make some sense. Her tiredness, her sensitivity to smells, the way she’d been picking at her food… Her swollen, sensitive breasts.

  “Wow,” I murmured after a moment. “You really think…?”

  Caroline pulled back slightly, searching my face with anxious eyes. “Are you... are you okay with this? I mean, we talked about babies, but this wasn't exactly planned…”

  Her voice grew smaller. “I know I’m older, and maybe you didn’t want it to be me, and—”

  “Hey.” I cupped her face in my hands. “Caroline, look at me.”

  She met my eyes.

  “If you’re really pregnant, that would be incredible. Amazing. The best possible news.”

  “Really?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  “Really. I’m just... a little surprised, that’s all.” I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “But Caroline, there’s no one I’d rather have my first child with. You know that, right?”

  Her eyes filled with tears, and she pressed her forehead against mine. “I was so scared that… I don’t know… that it would complicate everything…”

  “Are you kidding? You’d be an amazing mother.” I pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against me. “But we need to confirm it’s true.”

  “Yes. I need to take a test,” she said, her voice steadier now. “We need to know for sure.”

  I nodded, suddenly energized. “I’ll go get one. Right now.”

  “Ryan—”

  But I was already reaching for my keys, my mind racing.

  Caroline. Pregnant. With my baby.

  The idea made me surge with pure excitement.

  Almost in a daze, I drove to the pharmacy and bought the test, my mind focused on nothing else.

  Twenty minutes later, I was back with a little paper pharmacy bag, finding Caroline pacing the living room, still in her pajamas.

  She grabbed the bag from my hands without a word and disappeared into the bathroom.

  I stood outside the door, listening to the sound of running water, my heart hammering against my ribs.

  “How long does it take?” I called through the door.

  “Three minutes,” came her muffled reply.

  Those three minutes felt like an hour. I paced the hallway.

  Finally, the bathroom door opened.

  Caroline emerged holding the plastic stick, her face glowing.

  “Well?” I asked, though her expression had already given me the answer.

  She held up the test, showing me the pink plus sign. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered, then broke into a radiant smile. “I’m really pregnant!”

  I swept her into my arms, spinning her around as she laughed and cried at the same time.

  When I set her down, she rushed into the kitchen and snatched her phone from the counter. “I have to tell Sofia!”

  Chapter seventeen

  Kate arrived that evening looking uptight. We’d insisted she come over but refused to tell her why. Caroline and Sofia wanted to tell her in person.

  Not that Kate complained about it, but I could tell she was a bit annoyed. She didn’t like being pulled out of her usual routine without a good reason.

  “You sure everything’s okay?” she said, giving me a look as she hung up her coat and stepped out of her runners. She was wearing tight jeans and one of those fitted zip-up tops.

  “Don’t worry,” I said with a coy smile. “We have good news.”

  “It must be, with the way you’ve been holding me in suspense,” she said, pulling the zipper down to reveal a deep cleft of cleavage.

  The living room was toasty with a fire crackling in the hearth. The dining room table sparkled with cutlery.

  Sofia was excitedly moving around in the kitchen, getting things prepared. Caroline stood by the table, her skin pallid, one hand on her stomach.

  “Hey, babe. Thanks for coming.” They embraced and kissed each other on the cheek.

  “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” Kate asked, looking Caroline up and down warily. “You’ve been weird lately. It’s concerning.”

  “Weird!” Sofia giggled, coming into the room with a dish of chicken. She set the plate on the table and hurried over to Kate, greeting her with a kiss on each cheek.

  Caroline exchanged a glance with me, smiling. I gave her a nod.

  “Kate, we have news.”

  Kate looked between us, trying to read the room. “Well? Are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?”

  “Yeah, take a guess,” I said.

  Kate looked down at Caroline’s hand, still on her stomach. “You’re pregnant,” she said flatly.

  Caroline’s smile spread wider. “Yes! I’m pregnant.”

  Kate’s mouth fell open. For a moment, she just stared, processing the words. “What? Really? I was… joking.”

  “But it’s true. I’m really pregnant,” Caroline confirmed, pulling out her phone to show Kate a photo of the pregnancy test.

  Kate looked at me, then Caroline. “Oh my God! This is incredible! How? When? I thought you couldn’t—”

  “So did I,” Caroline laughed. “But apparently my body had other plans.”

  Kate pulled Caroline into a hug. “Congratulations! You must be so happy. I’m so happy!”

  As we sat around the table and ate our dinner, Kate became thoughtful. There was a strange look in her eyes that I couldn’t quite read.

  “I keep trying to picture what our baby will look like,” Caroline said in a hushed, almost reverent voice.

  “She will have blue eyes like her parents,” Sofia said.

  I raised an eyebrow. “She?”

  Sofia nodded gravely. “Sí. It is a girl.”

  “How do you know?” I asked, amused.

  She let out a little laugh. “Because I already have two sons and I would like a daughter.”

  Kate leaned back in her chair, studying me with something like pride.

  Caroline talked about her plans to convert one of the bedrooms upstairs into a nursery—the one facing east, because it got beautiful morning light.

  “I guess you won’t be renting out those rooms upstairs after all,” I said.

  Caroline waved her hand. “I took down those listings weeks ago.”

  Kate finally spoke. “So, what did the doctor say? I’m curious.”

  Caroline’s blush deepened. “She said intense sexual stimulation can sometimes restart ovulation. Especially when there’s a new partner involved.”

  Kate’s eyebrows shot up. “So Ryan literally fucked your ovaries back to life.”

  Caroline threw her head back, laughing. “Yes! But there were also other factors. The stress relief and feeling of euphoria that Ryan brought me. And his abundance of sperm.”

  Sofia’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, that’s what she said! The combination of new sexual excitement, the physical intensity, plus my uterus repeatedly being flooded with healthy sperm... Well, that combo did it.”

  Kate stirred in her chair, watching me lustily. “Well done, young man. Well done.”

  Caroline crossed her arms under her breasts, smiling. Her swollen, hardened nipples protruded even through her button-up sweater.

  “The doctor said I must have ovulated within days of us first having sex. My body just... responded.”

  The room had gone quiet except for Caroline’s slightly quickened breathing.

  Caroline continued, her voice growing softer, “Honestly, I think you got me pregnant the moment I opened that door and you gave me that look.”

  She paused, her hand moving to her forehead. The color had drained from her face, leaving her looking almost translucent in the dining room light.

  “Caroline?” I asked, concerned. “You okay?”

  She looked at me with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. “I feel so... strange. Everything is so intense.” Her voice was breathless, dreamy.

  Kate leaned forward. “You look pale.”

  “Do you want to lie down?” Sofia asked, standing up.

  I stood too, coming to the back of Caroline’s chair. “Come on, let’s get you on the couch.”

  “Yes,” Caroline agreed, swaying slightly as she stood. “But I want to lie down by the fire.”

  Kate and I helped her, each taking an arm as we guided her around the dining room table toward the fireplace. Her hand felt warm to the touch, almost fevered.

  “The rug,” Caroline whispered, gesturing weakly toward the large sheepskin spread in front of the hearth.

  We helped her down onto the soft fur, and she immediately lay on her back with a sigh of relief, her brown hair spreading around her head.

  The fire cast dancing shadows across her face as she closed her eyes, smiling.

  “Better?” I asked, kneeling beside her.

  She nodded, slowly squirming her hips, her thighs rubbing together beneath her leggings.

  Caroline’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a look that was both vulnerable and lewd. “It’s so hot in here,” she murmured, tugging weakly at the top button of her sweater.

  I touched her forehead, and her skin was indeed warm, almost fevered. “You’re burning up.”

  “The doctor said this might happen,” she whispered, her voice taking on that dreamy quality again. “The pregnancy hormones... they make everything so… sensitive. My libido is…” She trailed off, biting her lip.

  Sofia knelt on the other side of Caroline, looking concerned but also fascinated by Caroline’s condition.

  Kate walked over and sat a little further away, curling her legs under her, the fire crackling behind her. She watched Caroline with an intense, almost morbid fascination.

  “Let’s get this sweater off you,” I said gently, starting to work the buttons.

  Caroline’s breath hitched as she arched her back, the buttons straining against the swell of her chest.

  I carefully unbuttoned her sweater, revealing the low V-neck shirt underneath that clung to her swollen breasts.

  The cut was so low that they were almost exposed already. Caroline moaned, pressing her hands to her neck and chest, a look of ecstasy on her face.

  “She said the increased blood flow makes everything more sensitive. My breasts, my…” She pressed her thighs together more tightly, her hips moving in small, unconscious circles.

  “The doctor explained it all,” Caroline continued between shallow breaths. “The hormones flooding my system, the way pregnancy affects arousal…”

  She tugged at the neckline of her shirt, pulling it down to expose one breast. I sucked in a breath at the sight.

  It looked full and heavy, the skin almost luminous in the firelight. The areola was swollen and dark, a deep rose color that looked tender to the touch. Her nipple stuck out like a ripened fruit.

  Tiny droplets of moisture beaded on her skin, and I could see the delicate tracery of blue veins beneath the pale skin around her breast’s peak.

  “Oh my God, Carolina,” Sofia whispered, her eyes wide.

  Caroline shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin, a soft whimper escaping her lips. “It’s so sensitive,” she breathed. “Everything feels so…”

  I leaned over her and licked the dew off of her nipple, circling my tongue around it. She gasped, curling her fingers in my hair.

  “Take it off,” she pleaded. “Please, take it off…”

  I gripped the thin fabric and tore it open to reveal both breasts. Caroline cried out softly, her back arching off the rug as if even the air touching her skin was almost too much.

  The sight was magnificent.

  Sofia reached out tentatively, her fingertips barely grazing Caroline’s collarbone. Even that feather touch made Caroline whimper and writhe against the furry rug.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Sofia murmured, tracing her fingers down Caroline’s arm.

  Kate shifted where she sat, her eyes fixed on Caroline’s transformed body, a dark hunger awakening in her expression as she watched our girlfriend’s pregnancy-induced ecstasy.

  Chapter eighteen

  Kate’s eyes smoldered as the firelight danced across Caroline’s writhing form.

  Caroline squirmed her butt harder against the sheepskin rug, her legs moving restlessly.

  She tossed her head from side to side, slipping a thumb under the band of her yoga pants. “These clothes. They feel so rough… Get them off me, please.”

  I didn’t need telling twice. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, peeling them down her legs, the fabric clinging to her fevered skin.

  She moaned and arched her back. Her heavy breasts—dewy and luminous—jiggled with the motion. I pulled the pants past her feet, then lovingly peeled off her socks.

  The fire crackled, sending sparks onto the bricks of the hearth.

  I felt perspiration gathering on my forehead.

  Kate languidly stripped off her fitted sweater, revealing a skimpy sports bra underneath. Then she leaned on one hand as I ran my fingers over Caroline’s panties.

  “These too?” I asked, voice low.

  “Yes,” she begged, her hips lifting, thighs trembling. I pulled the panties down her thighs slow, revealing her inch by inch.

  When they were off, Caroline spread her thighs wide, and I sucked in a breath, my pulse hammering.

  Her outer lips were plump and flushed, parted to reveal inner folds that glistened, quivering as her chest rose and fell.

  Her clitoris stood swollen and pink, a pearl begging for touch.

  Beads of moisture clung to her skin, catching the firelight, and her scent—sweet and musky—was intoxicating.

  I leaned over her, and she raised her knees, spreading even wider, the movement opening her fully, like a blooming flower.

  My tongue touched her clit just the way I knew she liked it, and she cried out, her hands fisting the rug.

  “Ryan!” she gasped, hips bucking, her sensitivity making every touch electric. Sofia’s fingers grazed Caroline’s stomach lovingly. “Our baby is already forming inside you.”

  Caroline’s thighs trembled against the sides of my head as she cried, the orgasm racking her body.

  Sofia tugged my shirt as Caroline sank against the rug, exhausted but glowing.

  “All that sperm you have,” Sofia crooned as I pulled my shirt off, feeling the air against my skin, the throbbing heat of the fire.

  “It made Carolina young, made her fertile.” Sofia sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Is like a fountain of life.”

  She eagerly helped as I stood and dropped my jeans.

  “Yes, let us all see you, papacito,” she breathed, yanking down my briefs.

  My cock bounced free, hard and heavy. Sofia lifted it, her fingers cupping my balls, rolling them gently.

  “So full, papi,” she said, looking up at me. Then her gaze flicked to Caroline and Kate. “All this sperm, ready to make babies. We need to get Amber over here.”

  “She’s probably home now, right across the street,” Caroline said, stirring again, her fingers slipping over her pussy. “She could be here with us.”

  “Fuck Amber,” Kate said, suddenly standing up.

  Everyone looked at her.

  She popped open the button of her jeans, unzipping them. “Give it to me. All of it.”

  I watched as she shoved the jeans down her thick thighs, milky pale in the fire’s glow.

  Her black panties were dark against her skin.

  Normally when Kate got bossy, I would ‘discipline’ her. But this time was different.

  “I want you to fuck me raw,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. “I want your sperm inside me.”

  Caroline’s head lifted, her voice soft but fervent. “Yes, Ryan. Come inside her. Give her what you gave me.”

  Sofia’s grip on my balls tightened. “Do it, papi. Fill her up and make her pregnant too.” Her other hand stroked my shaft, slick with precum.

  Kate knelt beside Caroline, her thighs parting, her sports bra straining, barely holding her in, as she breathed hard.

  “Please,” she whispered, her eyes begging.