Page 36 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

I didn’t like her tone.

So I didn’t answer the question.

I get an evil little thrill keeping the information from her. I fully admit it.

Cole and Harmony are wonderful today. Cheerful, well rested. They do all the stuff they usually do.

We start the day with coloring for Cole and rolling around the floor for Harmony, reaching for colored blocks. She is almost in that pre-crawling stage that we call scooting. Any day now.

Ambrose is going to be so excited.

But every day, it is so much fun to watch her change. She has gone from being mostly a lump that eats and messes her diaper, to a lump that watches me and makes noises and gets excited about things and stuff, while still eating and messing her diaper.

I never knew it would be like that: when a baby looks you in the eye and you just know they are doing it on purpose. They are really looking at you. They are having thoughts and emotions about you, and they look happy? That feels really good.

That feels stupid good.

I kind of understand why people are always trying to get babies to smile. I would almost rather have a baby’s happy smile than an adult’s.

During that time, I take a shower and get ready. This is nice. I have almost an hour. I can shave my legs. My armpits. I could see my legs all the way up to my bikini line, as a matter of fact, which is something I usually skip. I’m just being honest.

I want to make a good impression. I think there is a really good chance that I’m going to be getting some powerful sexing up today, so I want to be ready.

I trim up my pubic hair with scissors, not all the way down, just giving myself a haircut. I don’t like being all the way bare. I like to have a woman’s shape.

With leave-in conditioner in my hair, I squeeze the moisture out with a towel and then just stand there in the bathroom, looking myself over in the full-length mirror.

Big tits.

Big thighs.

Round belly.

Triangular pubic mound that looks like a curled-up baby bunny.

Not too fast, not too thin. Just your standard female body, ready for action.

Can I do this? Can I really do this?

Am I sturdy enough to handle one, maybe even more than one at a time?

Oh my God. I didn’t even think about that.

What if they want…

Oh my God.

My stomach does backflips. All of a sudden, I start to imagine the combinations and possibilities of multiple lovers.

Somehow, I had only considered them one at a time, like train cars.

But of course, that doesn’t make any sense. All three of them are home pretty frequently.

All three??

Oh. I might need to sit down.

How would that even work? I wonder. I do have two hands. I do have a mouth. A pussy.

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