All Chapters of Love in the Time of Quarantine: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

1 month later...“Alright, this is going to be warm,” Dr. Potter tells Lex before putting the gel on her small baby bump. You can’t even really see it unless she’s naked or wearing something form-fitting—the former of which I try to see as often as possible.I’m standing next to her as she lies on the exam table at the bougie, upscale OBGYN clinic I insisted she go to. Only the best for my girl and our children. We’re getting ready for the first sonogram that I’ve been here for.Lex got one when she first found out she was pregnant, but Dr. Potter only recommends them when she's checking specific milestones or potential issues. So today, at the 12-week mark, we finally get to see our little ones together.I’m so excited, I don’t know what to do with myself.Lex glances up at me with an amused smirk. “Calm down, Daddy. They aren’t going anywhere.”My eyes narrow playfully at the word Daddy. I’ve told her not to call me that outside the bedroom. She keeps reminding me our kids are going

“This party sucks!” Jorge whines in my ear.He’s not wrong. What was supposed to be a wild, alcohol-fueled, hottie-packed rager has turned into a sad, techno-blaring, strobe-lit gathering of about a hundred people milling around a mostly abandoned warehouse.I roll my eyes. “I know, babe. It’s a good thing Andie didn’t come—she’d never let us live it down if she knew our idea of a great party was... this.” I glance around, unable to hide the sneer curling at my lip.I can’t believe we left her for this shit.Andrea “Andie” Cove is my best friend in the entire world.I’ve also been in love with her for as long as I’ve known her.It’s why I insisted on living with her—even when Jorge and I moved in together. I couldn’t give her up. Not even for love.Oh, Jorge. God, this man is perfect for me in every way. We’re both loud, outgoing, always down for an adventure. We have the same sense of humor, the same need for attention, the same exhibition kink.And the same obsession with Andie.Jorg

My heart is pounding as I shut the bathroom door behind me—not just from the close call, but from that intense almost-kiss with Jorge.Holy hell… that was hot.Jorge has been an object of fascination for me for a long time. A novelty, really—for a small-town girl who had never even met a gay couple until I moved to San Francisco.Okay, that sounds bad, but it’s not what it sounds like. I’m not homophobic, not in any way. I just grew up in a town smack-dab in the middle of the country where “diversity” meant your neighbor drove a Ford instead of a Chevy. My family raised me to care about people, not labels. But that didn’t mean I had a lot of real exposure.It’s part of why I joined the LGBTQ+ club in college—to learn. To listen. To understand people and identities beyond the scope of my little town. It’s also where I met Jaime.And while I’m not the most outgoing person in the world, I am driven. I knew I needed to push myself beyond my comfort zone to really grasp the world around me.

I’ve been thinking about that almost-kiss with Andie all day.The only reason I didn’t obsess over the heat of her body against mine, the scent of her strawberry shampoo, the softness of her lips beneath mine... was because dinner service was insane.But the second I got a break—during prep, on the drive home, in the locker room—it all came rushing back.Andie.It’s 2:30 AM when I walk into the apartment. Everyone’s asleep.But that won’t last.Jaime and I have a consensual-nonconsent agreement when it comes to waking each other up. And if you’ve never experienced waking to lips around your cock—or sliding into your partner half-conscious and gasping—you’re seriously missing out.Which means: we sleep naked.I step into our bedroom and see Jaime half-tangled in the blankets, one smooth mocha-colored leg thrown over the sheet, her upper body covered. Fuck. She’s gorgeous.Clothes come off fast, and I toss them toward the hamper. I’ll deal with them later. Right now, I’ve got something b

I come to awareness slowly—probably thanks to the hands in my hair, massaging my scalp in lazy, rhythmic circles. It feels amazing.What actually wakes me up is realizing there are hands, plural, in my hair—and one is on my arm. Unless Jorge somehow grew an extra limb overnight (and while the man’s cock is impressive, it’s not that impressive), there’s someone else involved.I blink my eyes open.I’m on my side, facing the TV, which is currently playing some wild documentary featuring tigers, lions, and a guy with the most majestic mullet I’ve ever seen. Definitely Tiger King.I’m lying on someone soft—not Jorge. And my legs are tangled with two other sets of limbs.The body beneath me is all curves and warmth and softness.Andie.I tilt my head and confirm it—yep, I’m lying on Andie’s chest. And she’s being held by Jorge.Everything rushes back—the terrifying COVID announcement, the entire country grinding to a halt, and the three of us collapsing together on the couch for comfort.I