The soft hum of the heater buzzed in the quiet room as a gray afternoon rain whispered outside the windows. Liora stirred beneath the thick blanket, her body gently cocooned between Rivan and Keal. Her belly had grown, a soft, beautiful swell beneath the fabric of her nightdress, reminding them of the life they had created together — a life that belonged to all three of them.
Keal's hand was wrapped around her waist from behind, his palm resting protectively over the curve of her stomach. Rivan, facing her, reached up to push a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "You slept a lot today."
Liora smiled faintly, still drowsy. "Your baby makes me tired."
"Our baby," Keal murmured from behind her, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "The one we're going to spoil endlessly."
The room smelled of fresh fruit and lavender oil — Keal had insisted on diffusing it after Liora got nauseous again that morning. On the small table by the bed was a bowl of cut strawberries and a warm glass of milk, both prepared with quiet care by Rivan while she rested.
"I missed you both," she whispered, her fingers tracing slow lines on Rivan's chest. "I miss how it was. The nights we stayed up too long, the way you touched me. Now everything feels… too gentle."
Rivan's eyes softened. "You mean we're treating you like glass."
"I know you have to," she admitted, "but I want to feel like I still belong to both of you — not just as the mother of our child. But as… me."
Keal leaned forward, brushing her hair back, then kissed her temple. "You will always be ours. Every part of you — even now."
Liora tilted her face to them, vulnerable. "Then show me. Let me feel it again… even if it's just touches."
Rivan and Keal exchanged a look — full of silent understanding — before slowly shifting closer. They didn't need words. Keal's lips found her collarbone as Rivan gently slid his hand up her spine, drawing her closer, protecting her even in intimacy. Their touches were slow, reverent. They kissed her belly between every breath and reminded her how deeply she was loved.
Later, as the rain deepened outside, the three of them lay tangled beneath a soft cotton throw, Liora's head resting on Rivan's chest while Keal caressed her arm with his fingertips.
"I love hearing you call my name," she said sleepily.
"You'll always hear it," Keal said, his voice like velvet. "Even when you close your eyes."
"And when you open them," Rivan added, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We'll be right here. Forever."
---
The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the living room curtains, painting the walls in gold. Liora lay curled on the wide couch, her hands resting on her slowly growing belly. Rivan sat near her feet, gently massaging them, while Keal nestled beside her, his head resting against her shoulder, humming softly.
It had been months of bliss and change — her belly had rounded, their days had slowed, and their nights had grown quieter but no less meaningful. The once wild chaos of their intimacy had turned into something softer, something grounding. And yet, a familiar fire stirred in Liora's heart.
She watched the two men — her heart — moving around her, attentive, warm, and overflowing with love. They brought her slices of fruit, shared spoonfuls of her cravings, held her when her body ached, kissed her forehead when she woke from strange dreams.
That night, after dinner, the three of them lay sprawled across the big bed. The room smelled like chamomile tea and soft rose. Rivan was playing with her fingers while Keal stroked her hair.
"You're quiet tonight," Keal murmured, his voice low against her neck.
"I've been thinking," Liora said, tracing invisible shapes on Rivan's palm. "I miss the way we used to be. Not just physically. Emotionally too. That intensity, the fire… the way we used to completely lose ourselves in each other."
Rivan leaned in, kissing her fingers. "You're our fire, Liora. Even now. Especially now."
She looked at both of them, her eyes soft but longing. "Then show me. I know I can't... as before. But I want to feel that again. Even if it's just through you two. Be wild. Be raw. And call my name like I'm still right there between you. I want to feel it in my bones…"
The room fell into a stunned hush. Then Keal smiled, a soft, surprised curve of his lips, as he reached for Rivan's hand.
"You mean... you want us to—"
She nodded. "Yes. For me. Because I'm always a part of you. Even when I'm just watching."
They didn't speak for a moment. Then Rivan kissed her forehead gently, whispering, "You're not just watching, baby. You're the reason."
He helped her sit comfortably against the pillows, arranging cushions around her as if she were a queen. She held his hand tightly, then released him.
And then… it was just them.
At first, it was slow — lingering glances, fingers touching like a memory coming alive. Liora watched as Rivan pressed his lips to Keal's, slow and reverent. The passion between them simmered in the air like a silent storm. It wasn't just physical. It was the love she had always admired between them — deep, unshaken, elemental.
As their rhythm deepened, so did their emotion. Rivan murmured her name first, his voice hoarse and aching — "Liora..." like a prayer. Keal followed, panting it into Rivan's skin, almost as if it hurt to feel so much.
Liora's heart pounded as she watched them give in to everything they'd been holding back. They reached for her in every moan, every gasp — calling her name again and again. It was like she was between them, wrapped in their bodies, hearts, and voices.
Tears slipped silently from her eyes. Not of sadness — but of fullness. Of feeling more wanted, more loved, than she ever imagined possible.
After it ended, they didn't speak at first. They came to her immediately, still breathless, arms wide open. She pulled them both in, nestling between them like she always belonged there.
"You felt it?" Rivan whispered against her cheek.
"Every moment," she said, her voice trembling. "I was in the middle of you. I always am."
Keal kissed her belly, then her lips. "And soon, so will our baby."
They lay there, tangled, warm, quiet. Three hearts — and one new — beating in rhythm, in love, in unity.