Return of Intimacy

CALLUM

A week has slipped by in a haze. As I sit here, watching Ella sleep nestled between Tyler and Violet, I can’t help but marvel at how much she’s transformed.

Her face has thinned out significantly. Her eyes aren’t swollen anymore, her cheeks have lost their baby fat, and her lips seem plumper. Perhaps it’s just the way she pouts in her sleep.

Her face looks elongated, her head more rounded. Her hair is growing in every direction, and I have a feeling she’ll have shoulder-length curls soon. Her eyebrows are a fiery red, matching her hair, and her eyelashes are a lighter shade, fanning out against her cheeks. She’s breathtakingly beautiful.

She was born looking like Tyler, but I see traces of Violet in her now. Her nose, the shape of her cupid’s bow—I had to look up what that was called to explain it to my mom who’s visiting in a couple of weeks. We’re planning a big family meal at our house, though Daniel won’t be able to make it.

I lean against the headboard, waiting for Ella to wake up. It’s become our morning routine. I wake up first, and she usually follows about half an hour later. Then we head to her room to get dressed.

She doesn’t keep me waiting long today. In fact, she wakes up five minutes earlier than usual. The first glimpse of her sleepy eyes, one bright blue like the ocean and the other a hazel with flecks of lighter browns and greens, always leaves me breathless.

If I weren’t so concerned about her vision, I’d be fascinated by her unique eyes. It’s almost poetic that our daughter has eyes as unusual as the relationship her parents share. It feels like a statement from mother nature herself.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper, reaching over to pick her up as gently as I can. Parenting is becoming easier with practice, and we’re already in her bedroom and closing the door before she makes a sound.

She makes a small gurgling noise, something she’s been experimenting with for the past couple of days. “What shall we wear today? How about that pretty green and white flowery romper mommy bought the other day in town?” I ask, rifling through her clothes.

I pull out the romper Violet bought on a whim at a small baby boutique Zach took us to. “This one?” I ask, holding it up for her to see. They say babies can only see about eight inches in front of their faces at this age. Ella doesn’t protest, so I take that as a yes.

I pair the romper with knee-length white crochet socks that Violet also picked up from the same shop. There’s also a matching bow for Ella’s hair, which I’ll clip to her clothes for Violet to put in her hair when she wakes up. I’m not quite ready to tackle hair bows yet.

“Alright, let’s change your diaper, shall we?” I say, getting to work. I’m interrupted by Tyler’s voice, causing me to jump. I hadn’t expected anyone else to be awake yet. I look up at him with a grin.

“So this is what you two get up to so early in the morning?” he asks.

“Apparently. I’m a dab hand at baby fashion now,” I reply.

“So it seems. Or maybe we just let daddy live in his fantasy world, huh, Ella?” Tyler teases, causing Ella to shift her gaze toward him.

“Hey,” I protest, finishing up with the diaper and tossing it in the bin.

Once I’ve got her dressed in the romper and socks, Tyler reaches for the bow. He expertly sweeps her hair to one side and clips it in place.

“How do you know how to do that?” I ask, surprised.

“Ava wears them all the time,” he replies. I hadn’t noticed that before.

“Well, don’t you look wonderful, baby girl?” Tyler coos at Ella, picking her up for a cuddle.

He’s already dressed for the day, probably because he has to visit Tilly at the center set up by his lawyer while we wait for the DNA results. The test was done four days ago, so we’re just waiting for that dreaded call.

“I might give Ella a bottle,” he tells me, heading out of the room. “You might want to tell Violet to pump…or you know…you and Zach do your thing?” He grins, looking simultaneously amused and disgusted, which makes me smile.

“If you would just taste it, you would know how addictive it is. Ask Ella,” I tease, chuckling as I head into the bedroom.

“I’m fine. The three of you can have it,” he calls back as he leaves the room.

Zach rolls over toward Violet as I enter the room. On the rare mornings when Tyler takes Ella, Zach and I get to enjoy Violet’s breasts like two hungry man babies. I guess that’s what we are.

“He’s taking Ella?” Zach asks.

“Yup.”

“Well. I guess it’s breakfast time,” he says, pushing a naked Violet onto her back. He immediately latches onto her right breast while I take her left.

“Fuck again?” Violet moans as my mouth latches onto her. Neither of us comes up for air because her milk starts flowing almost immediately.

My hands roam her stomach, meeting Zach’s in my descent. Once that would have grossed me out, but now I like working together. Both of us drop our hands down to play with her. Unfortunately, he reaches her clit first, so I plunge my fingers inside her curling them up to play with that spot deep inside her clenching pussy.

“Fuck,” she moans. And I mean moans. The word coming out elongated and breathy. We continue our assault of her body until her pussy is clamping down on me, and she’s about to come, well was, until she does the weirdest thing.

“Stop, stop it,” she says with no conviction in her tone, but there’s no doubt she wants us to stop. So we do, both of us coming off her breasts, my fingers leaving her body, and Zach’s thumb coming away from her clit.

“What’s wrong, Vi?” he asks, alarmed, I think.

“I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me when I come,” she says, looking up at the ceiling rather than at us.

My eyebrows raise, and so does Zach’s, but he recovers far quicker than I ever could.

“They said six weeks, Vi. It’s been three.”

“I don’t care, plenty of people do it. It’s not like I have stitches or anything. There’s no reason we can’t, and I have the birth control sorted, so it’s not like I can get pregnant,” she states. Shit.

“Maybe we could try. If it hurts, we stop?” I suggest because besides the two times I’ve fucked Tyler and the once I fucked Zach last night… I need her. This. Us.

I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I miss the four of us fucking.

“Fuck. Fine Vi, but if it hurts you fucking tell us?” Zach says.

I’m glad it’s Zach here with me because Tyler is the stick-to-the-rules type of guy, and I highly doubt he would have said yes. Violet takes the lead, rolling over onto Zach’s lap to straddle him.

Her hands greedily yank at his cock as if she’s scared he might back away and say no. I wait, enthralled at how hastily she fists him though he didn’t need any of that because just like me his cock is already rock hard.

He sits up effortlessly, so they come chest to chest.

“Slow down, Vi, we have all the time in the world.”

“I want you…Both of you. Now,” she looks back at me, half sat up on our side of the bed, so I move closer, falling behind her.

My lips trail wet kisses down the side of her neck as Zach takes her mouth in a consuming kiss. I reacquaint myself with her body from this angle. Her hips are smaller than I’d like. Her ribs stick out more than they used to because even with her eating so much, she doesn’t seem to be gaining weight quickly.

In fact, I’m starting to think she needs to work out and tone up so that muscle can fill the areas that have lost it. Just like Zach.

“Can you?” she pleads, while Zach’s lips trace a path down her neck. I seize the moment to tilt her head to the side, capturing her lips with mine.

My kiss is more intense, fueled by a hunger that’s been building for weeks.

I thought we had agreed to wait, to heed the advice we were given. I had mentally prepared myself for six weeks without this. Without her, without us. But I suppose three weeks is better than not waiting at all.

Zach moves her rhythmically on top of him. Her sharp intake of breath and the gasp that breaks our kiss tell me all I need to know.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? Being on top of him like that?” I ask, my hands gently massaging her breasts. Zach bends down to take one into his mouth again. It seems we share a common interest—we’re both breast men.

“Callum, I want you too.”

Zach reclines slightly, supporting himself on his arms. I guide Violet forward onto his chest, positioning her at just the right angle for me to enter her.

She’s incredibly wet, more than enough to ease the way for both of us. I push in slowly, stretching her to accommodate us both until she gasps.

“If I hurt you, you need to tell me to stop, okay?” She nods against Zach’s chest.

He smirks at me, and then I thrust myself fully inside her. Now, we’re both buried deep within her.