“Do you like what he’s doing to you?” Dean asked, causing him to open his eyes.
“I love it.”
“Then fuck her, Micah. You’ve got her all to yourself.”
He groaned and began to thrust inside her. He wasn’t in any rush, and as he felt his orgasm start to build, he slowed down and pressed his hand between her thighs, stroking over her clit, making her come for him. She screamed his name and with her orgasm still flooding her body, he started to fuck inside her, prolonging her release.
She was perfect.
“I love you, Daphne,” he said. “I love you so fucking much.”
He did. He loved her more than anything in the world. All he wanted to do was to bind her to him. To never become invisible to her. To show her with words and actions that he loved her.
When he came, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. This was what he wanted to do every single night.
****
Dean stared down at the ring he’d purchased.
Daphne was now nearly four months pregnant. The restrictions on everyone were being lifted, but he, Eric, and Micah had other plans.
“It’s a beautiful ring,” Micah said. “Do you think Daphne is going to say yes?”
Eric chuckled. “Why wouldn’t she?”
“I don’t know.”
Dean stared at his two friends. It was one of the rare times they were alone. All of their energy these past four months had been in cementing their place in Daphne’s life. He knew she loved them. Had no doubt in his mind and soul that she was with them for life.
“We’re all going to ask her to marry us, but only one of us can do it for the real world,” Micah said. “Kind of sucks.”
Dean glanced over at Eric. They’d both talked about who should be the one to marry Daphne. Their woman had confided in them what Micah went through as a child. Dean had an inkling of something not being quite right for him, but he didn’t realize how bad it was. Everyone knew how devoted Micah’s parents were to each other. He could only imagine what it was like to always feel alone. His parents were workaholics, but they’d made time for him. He always felt their love, but from what he’d learned, Micah didn’t even feel that.
He wanted to make it up to him in some way.
Dean handed him the ring. “Eric and I want you to be the one to marry her.”
Micah frowned and looked at the ring. “But you purchased the ring.”
“I know.”
“I couldn’t do that to you.”
“You’re not doing anything to me,” Dean said. “I know my place is by Daphne’s side.”
“As do I.”
“I don’t need this,” Micah said. “You should be the one to marry her. You set all of this in motion.”
“You’re going to be the one to marry her. You’re not going to be alone. You’re not second best, nor are you third best. You’re loved,” he said.
He saw tears in Micah’s eyes. He couldn’t recall his best friend ever crying.
Micah’s jaw clenched and then he wiped beneath his brow. “I can do this.”
“Of course, you can.” He gripped Micah’s shoulder. “We’re all here.”
“I know people will think this is fucked up, but I’m glad I’m going to get to share my life with you. With all of you,” Micah said.
“While we’re all sharing our fucked-up feelings,” Eric said. “Don’t let me turn into my father with my kid. I would never forgive myself if I was to hurt him or her. I … don’t let me.”
“Eric, man, you could never hurt our child,” Micah said. “Can you believe how fucked up we all are?”
They heard Daphne’s humming coming closer.
“And yet, she still loves us,” Dean said. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
All three of them made their way into the kitchen where Daphne sang to herself, swinging her hips to a beat.
She had started to get a rounded stomach. It wasn’t as pronounced, but Dean couldn’t wait until she was fully pregnant. Her tits had already started to get bigger. He had no choice but to buy her large bras to accommodate. She refused to go completely bare.
Still, he loved removing them.
He cleared his throat and she looked up, smiling. She put down her knife as she’d been slicing some strawberries. She came toward them, but Micah with all of his nerves, dropped to one knee, offering up the closed velvet box and mumbling the proposal.
Daphne paused.
Micah glanced up. “Marry us.” He spoke the words so fast that even Dean had a hard time hearing him.
“What he means to say,” he said, “is we love you. We all love you and want to spend the rest of our lives with you and our baby. Will you please do us the honor of marrying all of us?”
“I can’t marry all of you.”
“We know,” Eric said. “To us, we will be married together. We are bound to each other, but in the eyes of the law, you’ll be married to Micah.”
“If you want me,” Micah said.
Daphne’s eyes filled with tears.
“Is the ring ugly?” Micah asked. He cursed and quickly opened the box. “Shit, sorry. Please, marry us.”
“Micah, stop begging. Of course, I’ll marry you. This is all just a little unexpected.” She went to Micah, cupping his face and kissing him hard.
Once she broke the kiss, Micah got to his feet, took out the ring, and placed it on her finger. Surrounding her, Dean kissed her, then Eric.
Tears fell down Daphne’s cheeks and the smile on her lips was going to stay with him forever.
“I don’t know how we’re going to make
