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Logan just shrugs. “Nope, this is the first time.”
We’re all crowded onto my sofa, and I’m regretting not buying the sectional Essie tried to convince me to get. It seemed a waste at the time, but I’m sure we’d all appreciate a little more space. Logan’s in the middle, since he takes up the most room. He has his feet propped up against my coffee table, and if I tell myself that it’s ok enough times, maybe I’ll believe it. I don’t actually want him to move, so I keep my thoughts to myself. Maybe I’ll buy an ottoman if they’re going to spend a lot of time here.
Ev is on Logan’s other side. He’s half lying on Logan’s broad chest and half sitting up. He has his legs kicked up over the edge of the sofa. I’m also leaning against Logan, but I’m sitting criss-cross applesauce. Logan has his one arm thrown over the side of the couch, his finger gently caressing Evander. His hand closest to me is palming my stomach, his thumb massaging a gentle pattern.
After a very long and tedious process, I finally was implanted with the embryo a little over a week ago. It’s still too early to tell; I go for a blood test in a few days to confirm the pregnancy, but I don’t need the blood test to know. The implantation took. Somehow, I just know I’m carrying Zoe and Avery’s child.
It seems like, at least subconsciously, Logan and Evander know as well. Even if this baby has no blood relation to any of us and we’ll basically just be more uncles to them, some kind of instinct must have kicked in. I find that without either of them realizing it, they are both constantly touching my stomach.
As the Omega gene becomes more prominent, the Omega Project keeps releasing more information. It seems like people with the gene are tapping into their more intrinsic instincts, something that hasn’t happened in well over a century. They still have no idea why it’s happening now or what’s causing these significant changes, but it’s being observed enough to be believed it’s not a coincidence.
“I remember the first time I saw the first movie. Dad took River and I to the movie theater to see it. River and I were hooked. Dad fell asleep.”
Logan barks out a laugh as he takes another huge handful of popcorn. “That’s hysterical. I can see why he did that. I’m getting a little sleepy myself.”
I stare at Logan, completely incredulous. Evander hits him with a pillow. “Shut your blasphemous mouth! The only reason you’re saying that is because we’re all talking. And because it’s still early. Just wait till you get toThe Return of the King. I promise you’ll be hooked.”
Logan dramatically throws his head back against the couch cushion. “That’s like ten hours’ worth of movie from now.”
I laugh. “Are you always this dramatic?”
“Yes,” both Logan and Evander say at the same time, and I’m smiling so hard it hurts.
It’s been about a week since Logan and Evander’s bowling date. They told me all about it before Evander insisted we all sit down and make some ground rules regarding things like dates. We already discussed sexual acts, but I know they were concerned that I’d feel left out. I told them as long as we keep communication open I think it will be fine. We agreed as long as we never hide things from the other partners and made sure to be honest if one of us starts to feel left out or gets jealous, that we don’t need to get permission for every little thing we do together. Sure, I know it will take a lot of tweaking as we adjust, but I’m confident in our ability to make it work for us.
Since the night of the family dinner, and our first night truly together, we’ve only grown closer. Our schedules are continuing to be a problem, but we’re making it work. On days we can’t all be together, we text constantly and FaceTime when we can. We’ve also spent more time in pairs as well.
I spent the night with just Evander the other day, and of course, Evander and Logan had their date night. Logan and I have managed to meet for lunch or dinner together a handful of times as well. As much as I love these moments with all three of us, I also cherish the time we spend one on one.
While we’ve had plenty of sex, I still haven’t tried penetration. Evander offered to bottom for me, but I have no interest. I’ve done some research, and it seems like an inherent trait among the old Omegas is that they strictly bottom. I wonder if that’s the case with this new form of the gene. I tried to ask River about his preferences, but he got extremely uncomfortable.
Regardless, I know I’m ready mentally. I just want to make sure everything is ok with the baby before we take the step, and I haven’t felt any kind of pressure or resentment from either of my men about waiting, which I’m very grateful for.
I’m lost in my thoughts as the movie continues. When the credits begin to roll, Logan yawns and gently removes himself from Evander and me. Despite all his comments, Evander’s the only one who fell asleep. Logan carefully places him on the couch. Standing to his full height, he stretches, and I can’t help but watch his muscles bunch as he moves. The man is just so muscular.
Logan catches my gaze. “You like what you see, Little Bird?” I nod as I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I’d love to let you show me just how much you love my body, but unfortunately, I gotta go into work soon, and I need to eat and shower before I do so. Do you mind if I make myself a sandwich or something?”
“No.” I start to rise. “I can make it for you.”
Logan just kisses me and lightly pushes me back onto the couch. “As long as you don’t mind me rummaging through your fridge, I can do it. You’ve been working crazy hours. You need to relax when you can.”
I’m not the only one who’s been working crazy hours, but I don’t say anything. Even Evander has been extremely busy, and more than once I’ve woken up to him sitting up in bed, on his laptop and working first thing in the morning. I’m starting to feel guilty that they still don’t know exactly what I do, so I don’t want to bring too much attention to it.
Neither man has made a big deal about it recently, but I know they’re curious, and also concerned. I’m not in any danger, not really, but since they have so little information, I can understand why they’re worried. I want to broach the subject with my boss so that we can start the vetting process, but I just had to pull strings regarding the pregnancy. I’m not quite ready to rock the boat yet again.
I ignore Logan’s suggestion and follow him into my kitchen. He has the stuff out to make at least four sandwiches. I’ve been very curious about his eating habits. He’s a big man, and very active, so it’s logical that he eats so much. I’m sure he has a very high metabolism. But I have a feeling there’s more to it than that, and since I know he had a hard childhood, I wonder if there’s a connection.
I’m working on a non-offensive way to ask when Logan notices me staring. He gives me a sideways smile. “You can just ask, you know. I won’t be offended. Not from you.”
I feel some of the tension release, though there’s still guilt. They’re so honest with me, and I’m still hiding things from them.
“It’s really not my business, but I was thinking about your eating habits.”
Logan’s face is serious, but he doesn’t appear angry. He opens up his arm, gesturing for me to come close, and I hurry to his side.
“I don’t mind telling you. You should know anyway.” Logan’s not looking at me, his gaze fixed on the sandwich options.
