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“Sweetheart,” rasped Nick, taking one small hand in his. “We know. We’ve been feeling the same. It’s been pure torture, like walking on coals with bare feet.”
“Every day has been torture,” added Charlie, eyes piercing. “I should have gone back to Chicago. Tom should be back in Tucson. Hell, all of us should be somewhere else. But no. We’re here because we love you and want you to come back. There’s no one for us but you, Joanie.”
“That girl was nothing,” ground out Tom seriously again. “She was nothing but an unfortunate coincidence. The timing was fucking awful, and we kicked her out asap, not realizing that you’d bumped into her in the elevator. For that, sweetheart, we apologize. I can’t even bear the thought of that woman laying eyes on you.”
But that’s the thing.
“She was there for a reason,” was my low whisper. “And that was to interview with Elite Air. So what happens now?” I asked in a pained voice. “What if I don’t want to fly anymore? Do you find someone else?”
The men shared a glance.
“Sweetheart, we sold the company. Without you, it meant nothing. None of us even wanted to step foot on one of those planes again, not if you weren’t there serving us nuts and drinks,” said Aaron, just a hint of a smile playing at his lips.
I blushed immediately. The things we’d done on those planes were amoral and unbelievable, but oh so delicious as well. Unbidden, my insides began to grow warm, dew forming on my nether parts.
“You sold the company?” was my quavering voice. “Because of me? Oh my god.”
Their nods were immediate.
“Like we said, sweetheart,” Tom rumbled again. “Elite Air was meaningless without you. It was nothing but piles of scrap metal whizzing through the air. Worse than that. Your ghost was on each and every plane, the memories so fresh and tantalizing. We couldn’t take it,” he intoned, “so we sold it.”
And that broke my barriers completely. Because how many airlines get sold every day? How many men love their woman so much, that they’re willing to part with a prized asset?
But that’s what the billionaires were saying. They adored me to the point where Elite Air was now nothing but junk metal with wings. Without their favorite stewardess, the girl who made them happy inside and out, the company was zilch.
So half-crying and half-laughing, I threw myself into their arms.
“Damien, Charlie, Aaron,” was my emotional sob. “Andrew, Tom and Nick. I’ve missed you so much, you can’t imagine. I love you and miss you.”
The billionaires cuddled me, stroking my hair, my breasts, and my thighs. But suddenly they stopped, the air quivering with suspense.
“What?” I mewled, lifting my head. “What is it?”
I was cradled in Nick’s arms now, already splayed open for their touch. But suddenly, realization returned and my cheeks flushed.
“Oh, I forgot,” my voice came, small and meek. “I’m pregnant. You’re going to be daddies soon.”
The men looked thunderstruck.
“Are you for real?” rasped Damien, eyes on fire, hand shaking a bit as it crept to rest lightly against my tummy. “Is this our son or daughter?”
“Daughter,” I nodded, biting my lip. “And I’ve decided to call her Elita, to remind me of how we met. Or to remind us,” I said tearfully. “Because I thought I’d never see you again.”
And with that, the billionaires descended, hands caressing my bump, kissing my forehead tenderly, while worshipping my form.
“Yes sweetheart,” they breathed. “Yes, this is what we want.”
“It’s a dream come true,” they marveled. “Finding our girl again, and with a baby on the way too.”
And finally, the last sentence before we fell into ecstasy:
“A miracle,” they rasped in unison. “A baby. Elita. Yes, it’s right.”
I cried then, but they were tears of joy and happiness. Because against all odds, I’d overcome our sordid beginnings. I started as an innocent stewardess, a girl out to serve drinks and warm nuts as she flew over the United States. But on the way, I met six men who swept me off my feet. Yes, there were trials and tribulations, mix-ups that seemed ridiculous now, fights and spats that were the product of ego.
But that was over now. Because we’d endured three months apart, and in those three months, several truths became evident. I loved them. They loved me. And with a baby on the way, nothing would stop us now. We’d form a family, somehow, someway, even if it was spread across six different cities with six different fathers.
So no, I don’t know how this is going to work, not exactly. I don’t have all the answers. Because there are logistical issues, geographic issues, as well as the sheer complexity of navigating a relationship with seven people. But our love will persevere because that’s what love does … and with six men, it’s six times stronger.
