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I follow him inside as Corey’s coming down the stairs. “Morning,” he greets me with a smile.
Andrei continues on toward the kitchen, where I can hear him moving things around as part of breakfast preparations; pans plunking down on the stove, cabinets squeaking open then bumping closed, et cetera.
“Morning. You guys sleep okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, great, how about you?”
“Not too bad,” I say, although that’s not quite true.
The reality is that I barely slept a wink. Not last night, and not much the night before that. Ever since the idea popped into my head, it’s kind of been consuming me, and my racing mind doesn’t seem to want to rest.
“Good. Can I get you some tea or juice or anything? I know you don’t really do hot coffee, and I don’t have the skills for your frou-frou frozen stuff,” he says with a teasing smile.
“Juice sounds good,” I reply, a little bit touched that he remembers little details like silly drink preferences.
“We’ve got apple, orange, some kind of tropic-wait, no, never mind, you can’t have that one, you’re allergic, grape-”
“Orange is fine,” I tell him with a giggle, “And seriously, you don’t have to serve me or anything, I’ve been here a million times, I can pour a glass of juice.”
He waves me off. “I’ve got it, have a seat and allow me.”
I almost want to joke that they’re waiting hand and foot on me like I’m already pregnant or something, but it seems like we’re kind of skirting around that topic and saving the conversation for over or after breakfast, even though it’s killing me. And then I realize that that’s why Corey’s going to all the trouble; with the nervous energy running through him waiting for this talk, he’s feeling like he’s got to do something, or he’ll explode.
I’ve seen similar behavior from him before, and to be honest, I recognize the feeling because I’m sharing it. With my nerves, I feel the urge to be on my feet and doing something to help.
But I decide that in recognizing those feelings, I’ve got the power to reign them in, so I do my best to contain them and sit down, letting Corey take over. Even so, my leg bounces under the table.
As Andrei finishes breakfast, the three of us talk casually about the events of last night, laughing over some of the card combinations our friends had doled out. Cards Against Humanity is a rather twisted game, but even so, when played with the right people, it’s an absolute riot.
Finally, everything’s ready, and they dish things up and make their way to the table to join me. When we’re all settled, there’s a brief silence as we dig into the food. Andrei is an amazing cook, and normally I savor any dish he serves me, but in my current mental state, I think my brain has switched off any non-essentials, like taste buds.
“So we know you’re probably dying to know what we’ve decided,” Andrei says finally.
I heave a sigh of relief and nod, wiping my mouth with my napkin, “I didn’t want to say it, but yeah.”
“I’m impressed you held out,” Corey admits with a laugh, “But after talking about it, we’ve decided to help you out-”
I can’t help myself, I let out an excited gasp before he’s even finished the sentence. I clap a hand over my mouth.
“But,” Andrei adds, chuckling a little bit, “We have a little…condition, if it’s something that you’re open to.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Well, not a condition, exactly,” Corey corrects him, “More like a request.”
“Okay…what would that be?” I ask nervously.
“We’d like to give you this baby,” Andrei says, “But we were kind of thinking we’d like to do it the old-fashioned way.”
For a moment, my brain doesn’t quite process it, and I don’t understand. And clearly the confusion is mirrored on my face, because Corey turns to Andrei. “I think you may need to elaborate a little, darling,” he says, his tone amused, but not mocking.
“You-” a little laugh erupts from me as it clicks, “Oh, that’s a good one. What’s your actual condition?”
They’re both silent, and I realize that they aren’t messing with me. “You want…to sleep with me? Both of you?” I ask incredulously.
Corey nods. “Andrei and I like to share,” he explains with a shrug, “And you’re a gorgeous woman, we’re comfortable with you…it only seems to make sense. We can give you the baby you want, cut out the middleman, and show you a good time while we’re doing it.”
My face flames. They really think I’m gorgeous? It’s beyond flattering. And the invitation is far from unwanted. Shit, I’ve wanted them both since I was a freshman in high school. I’d never really thought about them at the same time like that, but the picture in my head is immensely appealing.
In fact, just the thought of it is enough to make me squirm in my seat a bit, my panties growing damp. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by anyone but myself; even before Daniel and I broke up, we hadn’t exactly been on fire in the bedroom.
