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“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his. “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor. Cherry was always the one that would get up with her. It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.
“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert. “Dada. Aye, Dada!”
“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”
“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad. You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl. And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about. He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.
“Aye!” Sundae squeals. She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib. Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert. Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.
“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed. Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him. “Are you calling me Pop?”
“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh! Pop. Pop. Pop! Hi.”
“So I’m Pop. Makes sense.”
“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.
“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”
“Mommy!”
“Okay. Okay, let’s grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her. He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.
Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae. The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand. Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.
“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you. “What is she doing?”
“Baby sign language. She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares. “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement. Especially when her speech is limited. She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”
“That’s incredible. You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look. “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement. Last night was a fucking disaster. “He was trying to make you jealous.”
“Yeah, it worked. Worked on a baby as well.”
“And it won’t happen again. Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question. And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”
“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”
Robert is the one who was smiling now. He never imagined this life that you had given him. Never could have foreseen a woman in his life. Just one, and he is completely satisfied. He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man. But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry. The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you. He had become Sundae’s father. As much as Robert wanted to be pissed. He was thankful.
“I want to talk to Cherry. Just me and him. Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset. Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right? That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit. Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”
“No, you need to go talk to our friend. Our partner.”
“Did you teach her to say Pop?”
Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop. She must have just put that together this morning. Huh, darling. Say Pop.”
Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop! Dada!”
“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you. So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home. In an actual relationship with us.”
“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds. We share you and the baby. I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile. “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”
“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”
“She’s a baby. She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”
“Uck. Uck. Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.
“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”
“Uck. Uck. Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that. Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck. “Uck. Uck. Aye!”
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Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face. “What do you want, Robert?”
“To talk. That bitch fucking here?”
“No. Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.
“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”
Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me. What do you want?”
“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl. She just wanted all of us to talk.”
“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up. His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns. “I slept like shit.”
“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”
“Here we go. Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory. I got it. She’s yours. Why do you think I brought a woman? I can’t do this Robert. I can’t be the side piece. The third wheel. I can’t know that I spent months with that woman. Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too. That baby means just as much to me as her. So I’m either in, or I’m out.”
“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute? Shit. I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”
Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks. Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later. He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you. Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack. All he wants is to go home. Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”
“Make it that fucking simple.”
“It’s not that easy. What is Sundae to me?”
“Don’t be a son of a bitch. That baby is your daughter. She fucking calls you dada. Is that what you fucking wanted to hear? She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”
“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed. “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”
“Fine. Go the fuck on. What else?”
“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”
“What do you fucking mean by that?”
“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.”
Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck. The crack makes Robert gag a bit. For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach. “What I mean is I like quick little kisses. I like holding her just because. I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle. And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me. If we’re doing this, I’m all in. All of me. All of my body, and all of my heart.”
“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her. There’s nothing between me and you. You fucking get that, right? Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us. Or fucking shit! Stretching that ass over two dicks!”
“Easy. I don’t want to fuck you anyways. She would have all of my body and heart. And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity. And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right? And it can’t always be you. Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time. And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her. This only works if we’re all on the same page. I will share a bed with you. That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something. Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”
Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him. It was only fair that everyone was equal with you. Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals. Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.
“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl. We’ll figure it out. What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning. She got me, called me Pop. And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you. Last night was horrendous, but she needs you. She needs all of you. So I guess this is where we are.”
“Yeah. Let’s go home.”
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“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch. Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.
“Dada. Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.
“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door. Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch. Giving one step forward. “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.
“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance. Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step. “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor. “Uh-oh!”
Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them. “Yay!”
“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.
“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl. He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own. He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face. The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained. He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him. Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.
“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them. You couldn’t stay mad at him. “So don’t be stupid.”
“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm. Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.
“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you. You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy. “Thank you for coming back.”
“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”
“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you. His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.
“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening. “If you want him in our lives. Make it official. I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit. You two be careful.”
Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”
“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him. Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers. His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.
“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”
“I do. You were just this scared sweet thing. And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy. I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him. “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”
With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes. “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”
“It’s worth it. Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”
Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again. She was inconsolable.”
“I don’t need to hear this.”
“Yes, you do. You should have talked to us then. You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused. This branding doesn’t change what you did. You…you whore.”
“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman. I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt. But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it. I can’t be the other man.”
“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert. That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him. Making Cherry feel it was an either or. “You should have talked to all of us. You got pissy.”
“I got pissy because Robert is possessive. We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work. He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too. And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back. I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt. I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt. And now my damn neck hurts. This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”
“She’s our daughter. Yours, mine, and Robert’s. And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours. I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you. He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy. He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile. “He’s a good dad. I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her. And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”
“And later we’re going to play with…”
“Sleep. Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you. So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.
“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand. Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin. “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes. It’s cute.”
“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge. Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom. Cherry and Blossom.”
“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”
“Reese’s pieces! Graham cracker!”
“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you. Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips. “Maybe he’s just…”
“Pie! Cherry pie.”
“Most definitely not. Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy. She’s at peace since we’re all together.”
And she was. The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak. She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers. Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her. Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand. She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard. This could work. And they would make it work for her, but also for you.
You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it. You felt an ease engulf you. Comfortable here with them. Your family. Your everythings. You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities. But it was going to be worth it. It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it. For them.