A knock at the door broke the quiet.
I frowned, checking the monitor one more time before getting up. When I opened the door, I froze for half a second, caught off guard by the sight on my porch.
Caleb stood in front, grinning like he knew something I didn’t. Behind him were CJ, Ahmir,Knox, Maverick, Calil, Dro, Anthony, and my father. Every one of them holding bags, boxes, or bottles, smiling like they owned the place.
“Man,” I said, laughing, “what the hell is this?”
Caleb clapped me on the shoulder as he walked in. “This is what happens when your wives conspire with the group chat.”
Wives. That word made me chuckle, but it was true. While not legally married, we were spiritually bonded, lived our lives like a married triad, and I even put a ring on their fingers, and they put a band on mine.
Ahmir lifted a cooler. “We brought food.”
Knox held up a small bag. “And cigars.”
My father smiled as he came in last, looking around the living room before his eyes landed on the bassinet. “And we came to meet the newest Carter,” he said softly, his eyes filled with emotion. He couldn’t erase the past Mav and I had with him, but God had given him a chance to start anew with Phoenix.
I felt something tight in my chest, but it wasn’t pressure; it was gratitude. I stepped aside, letting them all in.
“She’s asleep,” I warned them quietly. “But she’s right there.”
They moved carefully, leaning over the bassinet, their voices hushed, their smiles warm. Maverick was the first to whisper something, his voice soft. “She looks like all three of y’all somehow. That’s wild.”
Ahmir laughed. “She got Calla’s attitude already, I can tell.”
Everyone chuckled, the sound low and easy.
My father’s hand rested on my shoulder. “You’re doing good, son.”
I swallowed, nodding once. “Trying my best.”
He smiled. “That’s all any of us ever can do.”
The group settled into the living room, plates and bottles appearing faster than I could blink. It wasn’t a celebration exactly; it was quieter, like the men in my life showing me how proud they were of my journey and growth.
As the laughter filled the room, I looked around at these men, each one carrying his own story of redemption, loss, or growth. These were the men who had loved me, challenged me, and held me accountable, and now, they were here, making sure I didn’t lose myself in the weight of new fatherhood, but instead found strength in it.
Phoenix stirred in her bassinet, her tiny face scrunching before relaxing again.
Maverick leaned over and whispered, “Welcome to the next chapter, little one.”
And in that moment, surrounded by my family, my brothers, and my father, I realized just how far we had all come. We weren’t perfect men, but we were better ones, and that, I decided, was enough.
I ground my hips against her face, my fingers tangled in her curls as I rode her with intention. “Eat this pussy like a good girl,” I whispered, my voice husky with need.
Amiyah moaned, her lips parting with hunger as she pushed her face deeper into me, her tongue lapping at my folds with desperate veneration. I could feel her breath against my skin, warm and shaky, her hands gripping my thighs like she never wanted to let go.
I looked back, needing to see him.
James was in the chair, naked, stroking that thick, gorgeous dick of his with slow, practiced strokes. His eyes were molten, licking across my body like he couldn’t decide where to look first. His lips were parted, and when I caught his eye, he licked them slowly, like he was imagining how I tasted.
“Come here,” I said, breath catching as Amiyah flicked her tongue against my clit. “Bring that dick to me. Let me taste you.”
He stood instantly, dick bobbing with each step, precum glistening at the tip. He didn’t speak, just obeyed, stepping close and guiding himself to my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around him without hesitation, sucking him in deep, coating him inspit. The angle had me bent perfectly forward, still grinding against Amiyah’s tongue while I took James into my throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back as I swallowed him down.
