The Baby Class

TYLER

I’m jolted awake, finding Tilly nestled between Ella and me in our bed.

Did I bring her here?

Why is she here with us?

“Shh,” Violet whispers, pressing a gentle finger to my lips as my eyes widen at the sight of the girls sleeping side by side.

Ella’s tiny hand is clasped around Tilly’s chubby one. They’re snuggled close, their eyes shut and mouths slightly open, breathing in each other’s scent.

“Tilly was restless until I laid her next to Ella,” Violet murmurs, a sleepy smile on her face. I nod silently, realizing that both Callum and Zach are asleep, which means we all missed Tilly’s fussing.

“What time is it?”

“Two a.m.,” she whispers so softly I barely catch it.

She settles back down next to Ella, just like she does every night, and I mimic her, snuggling up to Tilly. I notice Violet has built a pillow fort around them to prevent us from accidentally rolling onto them.

“Sophie will have my head if I don’t stick to Tilly sleeping in her own room,” I say after a few minutes of silence.

“She can’t say anything. She made it this way. You get to decide how you raise her here.” Violet lifts her head to look at me again. I swallow hard, knowing that despite what she says, Sophie will be furious if I deviate from her routine.

“But—”

“No buts, Tyler. She made you Tilly’s father. It’s your choice,” she says, laying back down, her tone firm. “Do you want me to take her back to Ella’s room?” she asks after a long silence.

I ponder over it. Do I?

Probably not. I’d like to get some more sleep, and I don’t want a repeat of last week.

“No, it’s okay, she’s settled,” I concede.

I know I’m going to catch hell for this, especially for letting her sleep in bed with all five of us. Damn, Sophie is probably going to lose it at the thought of Tilly being in bed with Violet, let alone with Callum and Zach.

Sleep doesn’t come easily, but I try not to overthink things. Instead, I watch the girls sleep. Tilly stirs several times, but each time, Ella manages to soothe her with a touch. It’s subtle, probably unintentional. After all, she’s only a month old. But she reaches out and grabs Tilly, and that seems to help Tilly settle. She’s giving her something that I obviously can’t.

My body fights the urge to sleep until I can’t resist anymore. I let my heavy eyelids close, watching the girls’ chests rise and fall with their breathing.

“Tyler?” I don’t want to open my eyes.

“Mmm?”

“We’re supposed to go to the baby class,” Violet whispers in my ear.

“Mmm.” What time is it even?

“Come on, Ty?”

“Mmm.” I peek through one eye. The room is dark with the blinds still closed. Tilly’s face is next to mine, and Ella is next to hers.

“What time is it?” I ask sleepily.

“Eight a.m.” Damn. I never sleep past seven.

“Okay, I’ll get up,” and I do, sitting up and disturbing both girls in the process. Tilly’s eyes pop open as I startle her awake. Ella opens one brown eye, glances around, then rolls it back and closes it again. She definitely gets that from me.

“Baby class?” I can’t quite remember what she’s talking about. When did I agree to this?

“You know, the one with the sensory lights? It’s supposed to be really good for their development. We talked about it a few weeks ago,” Violet reaches over to pick up Ella while I crawl down the bed to pick up Tilly.

We both head for Ella’s room in the dark, only turning on the light once we’ve closed the door firmly behind us. Violet looks radiant this morning, her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

“Good morning,” I greet her with a quick peck, then a full-on kiss on her lips as the babies are squished between us while we lean into each other.

“Oh, the baby group you wanted to go to? How did I get roped into this?” I tease, now remembering the class she’s talking about. The one Violet’s doula recommended that starts this week. Of course, she signed up right away.

“It will be good for Tilly too. And…I didn’t want to go alone.”

“Of course, we’ll go. Right, Tilly?” I reassure Violet that I understand. Then I walk over to the small collection of clothes I bought for Tilly, now hanging on her own rail, and pick out a simple smocked dusty pink dress with matching bloomers and frilly socks that Violet insisted go with it.

Violet watches me choose for Tilly before selecting a blue-smocked top and bloomer set for Ella. The changing table is big enough for us to lay the girls on either end, and we start changing their diapers before dressing them for the day. I use the baby brush to sweep Tilly’s hair to one side, then pass it to Violet so she can do the same for Ella. Ella’s hair is clipped to the side with a matching blue clip to keep it in place. Both girls are ready at the same time, and we look up at each other. I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. We make a good team.

“Let’s leave them in Ella’s crib while we get dressed?” Violet suggests, laying Ella sideways in the crib under the mobile that Callum found. White sheep and moons start to spin as she winds it up.

I lay Tilly next to Ella, and they both immediately fixate on the mobile. Satisfied that they’re content, I follow Violet out of their room, closing the door behind me. We tiptoe across the bedroom so as not to wake the others, then walk through the bathroom into the closet.

She pushes me back against the door, and my weight clicks it shut behind me. Then she pulls my face down to meet her eager lips. I thread my fingers into her hair at the base of her neck to hold her against me as I explore her mouth with my tongue, letting the desire that started building in Ella’s room take over.

“Fuck me, Ty, quick?” she practically begs.

I bend my knees and lift Violet up by her legs so they wrap snugly around my waist, then turn so her back is against the door.

“I’m guessing you want it quick and hard?” I mutter, trying to pull her panties down before realizing there’s nowhere for them to go. So I press my thumb against the lace, hearing them rip apart with a satisfying sound. I’ll have to replace them later.

“Really hard...” she pleads as she pulls back from me to speak.

“I’ll try,” I mumble against her lips as I reconnect with hers passionately.

It’s not hard to free my cock from my lounge pants. It’s eagerly waiting to penetrate her. And I do, in one swift, deep thrust. I sigh as she fully engulfs me, her warm, wet tunnel feels like home. Her head bangs against the door as she moans at my intrusion, but she doesn’t flinch or complain.

“Yes,” she hisses. I try to pound into her, to fuck her the way she wants, but I’ve never been good at it. Not that she’s complaining about the effort I’m putting in. The moans escaping her mouth are so loud, so high-pitched, I fear the others will wake up any moment. And I don’t want them to because I need this. Us. Our strange connection.

“Come on, Violet. Come for me. Milk me, baby?” I whisper in her ear as I slam my pelvis as hard as I can, making sure to roll my hips so her clit gets the attention it needs. Her nails rake down my bare back as her pussy clenches around me tightly, and I have no choice but to freeze, buried deep within her as her orgasm rolls through her and triggers mine.

“I love you,” I whisper as I give her everything I have.

Part of me worries that we shouldn’t be having sex, not without a condom at least. The agreement we made, the one where the next child would be Callum’s or Zach’s, comes to mind. That would depend on my semen not being around to make a child. I know she’s had the injection, but all protection has a failure rate. So maybe it’s something I should discuss with the three of them? And maybe we should make a plan.

“I love you too, baby,” she kisses me with a lopsided grin, waiting a few minutes before pushing against me to get down. She walks away almost skipping to get dressed, not bothering to clean up in the bathroom behind us. I love that about her. The fact that she’ll walk around with my cum, hell, some days all of our cum, without a care in the world. The knowledge that I’m leaving a part of me inside her stirs something deep within me. The thought of her being wet with my desire for hours after we’ve made love, and the fact that her underwear will be evidence of our intimacy by day’s end, is incredibly arousing.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” I question, reaching for a pair of brown trousers and a crisp white button-up. I quickly pull on my pants, fastening them before slipping into my shirt. I watch Violet as she bends to pull on her skinny jeans that ride a bit too high on her waist for my taste.

But then I understand her choice of such high-waisted jeans when she dons a billowy white crop top that ends just where the jeans begin. On second thought, I’m incredibly grateful for her choice of such high-waisted jeans.

“What?” she queries, a smile playing on her lips as she catches my gaze.

“Oh, nothing. Just marveling at how fortunate the three of us are to have you as our future wife,” I respond, a smile tugging at my lips as she slips into a pair of black slip-on shoes.

“Is it for the same reason I feel so lucky to be sharing my life with the three of you?” she retorts, her smile radiant as she heads toward the bathroom.