Page 38 of Breaking Hudson

Hudson lays me back across Dallas’s chest before they both turn frenzied and fuck me as hard as their bodies will allow. I’m instantly transported to a place in my mind that they have created for this blissful like state of pleasure. As we start to come together, the bedroom door comes open.

“Caught ya, bitches,” Colton laughs.

“Go away,” I groan.

“Hell no. You three have been trying to hide this relationship for months now. Figured it would be fun to catch you in the act to force you to tell us what’s up,” Jayden says.

Hudson and Dallas chuckle as they move me to the bed and help me wrap up in a blanket so I can sit up and not be exposed. Hudson then puts his shirt on me.

“You couldn’t have waited until I did not have two dicks inside of me?” I ask, glaring at them.

“No, I won’t lie. That was my favorite part,” Makayla giggles.

“How long have you been with Dallas too?” Kaylee asks.

“Since the wedding,” I laugh.

“See?” Kaylee says to the others. “I told you it happened at the wedding.”

“Why does it matter?” I ask.

“I’d like to think we are all family," Colton says. “I don’t ever want to hear of you guys hiding something this important from us again. We would’ve supported you from the very beginning. Of all people, Hudson should know this.”

“Well, then you should know that I don’t know who the father is,” I smile.

“Oooh. A mystery,” Andrew laughs. “How far along?

“Tomorrow will be eight weeks,” I say.

“You know,” Colton says with a smile. “Hudson never wanted kids until you.”

“Oh, that is because I am incredible at breaking Hudson,” I say with a sweet smile.

Epilogue

Colette

Thirty-One Weeks Later

As of tomorrow, Iam thirty-nine weeks pregnant. Not only that, but it is the anniversary of being violently raped in an alleyway. I don’t like to think of it is that. I like to think of it as my one-year anniversary with Hudson. The anniversary of us getting married and me starting my relationship with Dallas is next week.

I find it ironic that I am in labor on a Saturday. it seems almost symbolic that I’m going to have our baby girl on a Saturday. Hudson joked about it for my entire pregnancy, but I was always secretly hoping that I would have her at least on a weekend.

I had a conversation with my adoptive parents about what to name my little girl. The guys are leaving it up to me, and I want to name her after my mothers. I still refer to Victoria as Victoria, but I introduced also introduced her as my mother. She is my mother. She didn’t do anything to get that title taken away from her. The first time I called her my mom, she cried.

I told Hudson and Dallas that I wanted to have our baby at home. I thought they would call me crazy, but they have fully supported me and not wanting to be in a hospital. I want all of my family and friends here with me. I want her to come into this world being surrounded by love and comfort. We have a large inflatable pool with lots of towels set up in the living room. Everyone is so excited. When we called and told everyone that I was in labor, they rushed over to be with me.

Hudson and Dallas have been sitting with me in the pool, offering me comfort through the contractions. We have a midwife here, but she is only here just in case something goes wrong. The plan is for me to stay leaning back against Hudson so Dallas can help deliver her. He is more trained and less likely to pass out. Hudson is able to comfort me in a way that no one else can.

“Getting close, baby,” Hudson says, kissing my shoulder.

“It hurts,” I whimper.

“What does it feel like?” Victoria asks as she and my mom kneel beside the pool. They are each holding my hands while Hudson gently rubs my belly.

“Pressure. Like I have to push,” I groan as another contraction hits me.

“Pull her legs up,” Hudson says softly. Dallas does, and I involuntarily push. “There ya go. Good girl. Keep going.”

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