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break, she walked around, touching everything to make sure it was real.
    “When? How?”
    “We did have leave occasionally, didn’t we?” Isan said, grinning from ear to ear.
    “We had a lot of help,” Josias told her.
    “Mm, I always wondered what you did during your days off, always telling me you were so busy.” Tears soaked her cheeks. Haven swiped at them. She rarely cried, but these were tears of joy, of ultimate happiness.
    “You’ve made my dreams come true,” she whispered and embraced each one.
    “You haven’t seen the rest of the house yet,” Josias said. “But first…” he picked her up again and sitting on both their arms, they carried her into a bedroom, the master bedroom, and set her down on the bed. “First, we can enjoy a proper wedding night and have the honeymoon we missed out on,” he said, smiling down at her tenderly and kissing her on top of her head.
    Leaning into the downy pillows, she gazed at them both, her heart overflowing. “I have a surprise for you, too,” she said softly, pulling them down beside her. She hadn’t planned to tell them until the right moment. This was it. The exact moment she wanted to tell them they were going to be parents.
    “We’re having a baby!”
    “When? How” Josias said, his face a picture she’d always remember. Isan lay beside her gazing at her as if she was from Mars.
    “Mm, when? I don’t know. We did manage to make love in between our excursions. It happened about three months ago.”
    “You never said a word. If I’d known—”
    “Yes, if we’d known, we wouldn’t have allowed you to fly with us,” Isan told her sternly.
    “One of the reasons I didn’t tell you. Josias, how? Do I really have to explain that to you?” She giggled. “Well, since you’re that dumb, I guess I’ll have to show you all over again how we did it.” She promptly kicked off her boots, wriggled out of her tights, pulled the tunic over her head and lay naked before them. Her two men watched her in silence for a few moments, then took off their clothing. The sun shone in through the big windows bathing her in its light.
    Josias sat on his heels beside her and gazed down at her belly in wonderment. He placed his hand on it and stroked softly. “You don’t look any different.”
    “Yes, she does. Look at her breasts,” Isan said and stroked them. “Her nipples are larger and the aureole has turned dark brown. I never noticed until now.”
    Josias reached down and cupped a breast. “They feel larger and firmer, too.”
    “Will you two stop talking already and examining my body like a pair of doctors? If this is my official wedding night, then make it so,” Haven said, then giggled.
    “Can we still—” Isan started.
    “Have sex? Of course. I’m not sick. Merely pregnant.” She reached for their cocks and fondled them, both of them hard as a rock, their erections throbbing against their firm abdomens.
    Isan didn’t need to be told twice. He spread her legs wide, sat between them then swung them over his shoulders. He gazed at her pussy hungrily.
    Josias leaned down to kiss her, his hands kneading her breasts, tweaking her nipples until she felt they’d burst. She felt a tear drop to her face. Opening her eyes, she saw Josias’ eyes glisten with emotion, his expression one of utter happiness. Her heart flowed over with love for them both.
    Isan examined each part of her pussy as if to inspect for any changes. “You don’t look different down here either.”
    “Did you expect me to? Just wait until I’m as big as a beach ball. Then you’ll both have fun trying to make love to me. I told you, stop playing doctor and love me, for crying out loud.”
    Isan carefully entered his fingers,still too gentle for her liking. She sighed. Suddenly they were treating her like a piece of fragile porcelain. Pushing Josias aside, she sat up, pushed Josias down and climbed on top of him. She straddled him, positioning her vagina above his cock. She lay

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