Page 128 of Red River

Our racing heartbeats filled the bathroom; Archer repeatedly rubbed over my sensitive prostate in a smooth rhythm, taking me higher and higher.

Then my passage just clenched and rippled, my dick throbbed, spurting all over the sink's edge. At the same time, my gut was filled with Archer's warm cum—our orgasms were now always joined, since the Bond had crystallized between us.

Archer was silent as usual, but I gasped loud enough for both of us, as sweet shivers rolled over my body, turning me into jelly.

He put me on the ground, but immediately had to catch me before I slumped to the side, my knees buckling under me.

Archer held me tightly against him, his energy shifting from intense and hungry to soothing and tender. With the softest kisses along my spine, he revealed a side of himself that only I could glimpse in those fleeting moments—when ecstasy made him tremble deep inside me.

His lips moved up my back and pressed against my neck, leaving a warm trail.

"I love our quickies," I muttered, putting my forehead on the sink's edge as I tried to catch my breath.

"And I love you," he murmured, planting another kiss on my bare back.

"You can't beat me like that!" I giggled. "I love you too, Archer, always."

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Fifteen minutes later, we were both ready and headed downstairs, where Oliver had already prepared breakfast.

We sat down at the table, and I glanced at my sons, mulling over the right moment to bring up the topic.

No one in the house could really detect that I was pregnant—Oliver was a beta, and none of my boys had fully matured glands yet, including Igor, so their AO-typical keen sense of smell was still underdeveloped.

As we ate and chatted about our upcoming trip to the seaside, I steeled myself and blurted out, "Oh, and by the way, I got confirmation—our family is growing by one in November!"

As I expected, no one seemed particularly surprised. Lake let out an exaggerated sigh and said, "I already knew you were making a tiny baby!"

Archer looked like he was about to chuckle but held himself back.

The other boys just ate, mildly interested—which made me pout a bit. Not exactly the "Wow, how wonderful!" reaction I was hoping for. Seeing my disappointed expression, Archer immediately stepped in.

"Hey, you could at least say something nice to your dad. This is big news for the family."

All my sons snapped their heads up, but Van was the first to respond. "Congratulations, Dad!"

Aiden simply nodded. "Yeah, I’m happy to have a new brother. But… will he cry a lot?"

"He’ll probably cry sometimes," I admitted. "That’s just what newborns do."

Aiden frowned. "So I should probably wait before I play with him? I don’t like crybabies."

"It’s not that he’ll be a crybaby—it’s just how babies communicate. If he’s hungry or needs a diaper change, crying is the only way he can tell us."

"Then we need to teach him to talk as soon as possible," Aiden concluded before going back to his food.

Igor, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke. "I’m happy for you, Dad. And I’m glad we’ll have another brother. I think big families are great."

"I appreciate that, Igor," I said sincerely. "I've always dreamed of having a big family, especially since I came from one myself."

"But you hated them," Van muttered. "They were too crazy for you."

And just like that, the topic I’d been hoping to ease into was out in the open, ready to be picked apart. I glanced at Archer, but he remained focused on his food, clearly wanting me to start it.

"I hated the chaos," I corrected Van. "Not my family. I miss them, you know?"

A brief silence settled over the table.

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