The warm glow of candlelight still lingered in the corners of the large apartment, soft music humming in the background as Liora stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself. The celebration was over, but the weight of the emotions still clung to the air like the scent of roses scattered across the floor.
She turned when she heard soft footsteps behind her. Rivan leaned against the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Rivan," she whispered, her voice laced with teasing warmth and a hint of vulnerability, "are you really going to fall asleep out here? Don't you want to make a baby with me tonight?"
He blinked at her, as if trying to decide whether she was serious or teasing, but the look in her eyes held no trace of humor—only longing.
Keal appeared behind him, his expression unreadable at first. But the moment his eyes met Liora's, his features softened. The unspoken pull between the three of them drew them in, and soon they were walking together into the room—closing the door behind them, not to shut the world out, but to seal in this sacred moment.
Clothes fell away like petals, wordlessly, slowly, with reverence. Liora stood between them, her hands on their chests, her heart pounding like a drum of hope and fear all at once.
"I want to be under both of you," she whispered, looking up at them, her voice trembling with intensity. "I want to feel you together… at the same time. Just give me all of you tonight."
Rivan cupped her face, kissing her forehead. "You already have all of us, Liora. Every breath, every beat."
Keal took her hand, guiding her gently. "But this time, we want to make sure you feel it… in every way."
They lowered her onto the bed, surrounding her with care, warmth, and devotion. Each touch was a promise, each kiss a quiet apology for every moment they had made her feel alone. She was held not just physically, but emotionally—by two men who had once nearly lost her.
Rivan pressed his forehead to hers. "You are everything. Without you, none of this means anything."
Keal kissed her shoulder. "Let's start the family we dreamed of. One where no one ever feels alone again."
Their hands entwined with hers, their breaths mingled, and the night unraveled slowly, tenderly, as they gave each other everything—hearts, souls, and the promise of a new beginning.
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The golden light of dawn peeked gently through the curtains, warming the quiet bedroom like a slow embrace. Everything was still—except for the soft rise and fall of breathing, tangled limbs under the covers, and the scent of roses lingering in the air from the night before.
Liora stirred first, her lashes fluttering against Rivan's chest. His arms were wrapped protectively around her, while Keal's arm draped over her waist from behind. She was sandwiched between them, just as she had wanted—safe, warm, loved.
A smile tugged at her lips.
She could still feel their touches ghosting across her skin, the whispered words they'd breathed into her soul, the warmth of their love making her feel whole again.
Rivan stirred, his voice rough from sleep. "Awake already, beautiful?"
Liora nuzzled into him. "Couldn't sleep anymore… too happy."
Keal's lips brushed the back of her shoulder. "Too sore, maybe?" he teased gently, and she let out a soft laugh, elbowing him playfully.
She turned her face toward Keal, then back to Rivan. Her fingers reached for both their hands, intertwining them.
"I needed last night," she whispered. "Not just the touch… but the way you looked at me. The way you held me like I was your whole world."
"You are," Rivan said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You always have been."
"We're sorry we made you feel otherwise," Keal added softly. "All we ever wanted was to make you happy, to grow with you… to give you everything."
Liora's eyes shimmered. "I didn't know how much I missed feeling this… us."
For a while, none of them spoke. The moment didn't need words. The silence between them was not empty—it was full of healing.
Eventually, Rivan sat up slightly. "How do you feel about breakfast in bed? Maybe pancakes with extra chocolate chips?"
Keal smirked. "I vote for coffee first. She'll need energy if we're going to give her more babies."
Liora burst into laughter, cheeks flushed. "One step at a time! Let's just hold this moment a little longer."
And so they did.
Wrapped in love, wrapped in each other, and wrapped in the warmth of a morning that marked the beginning of something new—something stronger than before.
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The tray of breakfast sat balanced on their knees—plates of fluffy pancakes, strawberries, and whipped cream. But they were too tangled up in each other to really focus on eating properly.
Rivan held up a strawberry to Liora's lips, watching the way she bit into it, a playful smile curving her mouth. She leaned over and stole a bite from his pancake, then licked a smear of cream from the corner of his lips.
Keal fed both of them, leaning his chin on Liora's shoulder as he whispered, "This… feels like how we started. You. Me. Him. Just this close. Just this in love."
Liora turned to look at him, her eyes soft but intense. "I want us to stay this way," she whispered. "Like the beginning. The passion. The fire."
Rivan looked at her, sensing the shift in her tone.
"I want you both," she said, brushing her fingers down their chests. "Like we used to be—when we couldn't keep our hands off each other. When love was messy and wild and constant."
She paused, then added, a whisper just for them, "I want you to love me like that every time we're home. Until I get pregnant. Don't stop. Not once."
The atmosphere thickened. Rivan swallowed hard, his hand already brushing against her thigh under the covers. Keal kissed the back of her neck slowly, reverently.
"Then we won't," Rivan said, voice low.
Keal nodded, pulling her close. "We'll give you everything. All of us. Always."
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