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Out in the backyard of our huge house, Abigail sits on the lap of one of our nannies. Our other two kids, Ben and Dennis, are running around with the other nanny, chasing butterflies. All three of them look like their fathers. They have dark, black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Watching them through the bay window in the dining room is my favorite thing to do.

Tanner, Tag, and Trace come up behind me and I quickly hide the ultrasound.

Tag kisses my neck. “They’re great, aren’t they?”

I nod. Our kids are the best. They’re well behaved and so sweet. Our oldest, Dennis, is heading to kindergarten in the fall. That’s going to be really hard on me. I like having all my babies here at home.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get DNA tests done?” I ask. We’ve had this conversation before, but I always want to make sure. “You could find out who is the father of each of them.”

They shake their heads. “We’re happy knowing that you’re their mother, and we’re their fathers,” Tanner says.

“I’m glad to hear that,” I say. I turn to face them. “I also have something to tell you.”

“Is everything okay?”

I smile.

“Better than okay.”

I pull the ultrasound from its hiding spot and hold it up for them.

“I’m pregnant!”

They kiss and hug me, excited to have another child. When they pull away, I hold up the picture again.

“It’s not just that,” I say. “Look closer.”

They squint at the grainy ultrasound until they see it. There isn’t just one baby in the picture, there are three.

“Triplets?” Tanner growls, his eyes amazed. “That’s incredible!”

I nod, happy tears forming in my eyes. We’re going to have three new babies in the house! It’s a good thing we have extra bedrooms. When Tag, Tanner, and Trace bought this mansion, they had a big family in mind, and as a result, there’s plenty of room for everyone.

Plus, we have tons of help. On top of the nannies, we have a cook, a maid, and a butler. I think with three new babies, we’ll need to hire a couple more nannies, too. My husbands will be happy to do so.

That’s right, my husbands. We all wear rings, even though our marriage isn’t recognized by the state. It doesn’t matter. They’re my husbands, and I’m their wife.

“I have something to ask you,” I say when we’re done celebrating. “Would you be okay with me asking Trudy to be a godmother?”

My husbands frown. They haven’t been on great terms with Herbie and Trudy in the last five years. I’ve stayed in touch with Trudy, but we’re not as close as I used to be. Tag, Tanner, and Trace are still mad that she told me to stay away from them. Trudy is still mad that I didn’t listen to her. Even so, I want her to be in our kids’ lives. Her daughter calls me Aunty Kendall.

Lately, things have gotten better. We went to dinner at Trudy and Herbie’s house last week. Trudy is also pregnant again, though she’s further along than I am, and she’s having twins. It’ll be nice to get close to her while we’re going through similar life events.

After a long pause, my husbands say yes.

“She’s important to you,” Tag says. “So she’s important to us.”

I kiss them each softly, but it quickly turns deeper. The kids are outside safe with their nannies, so we go to one of the bedrooms.

I lay down on the bed and Tag climbs on top of me.

“Where do you want me, babe?”

I smile coyly.

“My pussy,” I tell him. He smiles and pulls off my pants and panties in one fell swoop. His hard shaft still fills me to the brim, even after three kids.

“Yes, baby,” I cry out. “I love your hard shaft!”