It was Christmas’ morning, and I was doing something I had often told Abby not to do. Well, I had given up on telling her not to, so that was my excuse. Not that Abby’d be bothered by it, on the contrary, I’m sure she’ll love it once she wakes up.

Like a little angel, she slept. She slept with my arm being her pillow, sweetly holding my hand between hers, her breath hitting them. One of my legs was pushed between hers, her small, slightly cold feet, sandwiching my shin. Every time she breathed out, she’d make a cute little moan through her slightly open mouth that trickled saliva. It was some of the happiest, most carefree sleeps I’ve ever seen her have. My Abby, my dear, lovely wife.

“I love you so much,” I whispered to the ear I had uncovered previously. “Love you, love you!”

She let out a cute moan and pulled my hand closer, doubling down in her adorableness without being none the wiser, my heart squealing over the sight.

I couldn’t wait for her to wake up. I’d ask her how she slept, ask her what she dreamt about, and then, I’d be sure to kiss her lovingly and do all her favourite stuff in our morning lovemaking. I’d also be sure to tell Abby how much I loved her and how lucky I was to have her all throughout it, both verbally and non-verbally.

“Hurry up and wake up,” I whined as I cuddled her, Abby letting out another cute sound as I embraced her.

Today I also had to wax my legs. Maybe I should get up now and take care of that. Abby could wake up while I was in the bathroom and join me for a shower though, and I’d prefer meeting her in bed.

Then again... I could leave a note by her bedside asking her to wait.

Yeah, that’d do the trick. I’d bring the bottle of lotion for her to apply it to my legs. It was one of her most favourite things, and it’d be great foreplay too. She’d also probably have a nice view of my mole that she had been so obsessed with lately.

“...Haah...”

Of all the places it could have appeared... Not that it mattered, ultimately. She saw all of me almost every single day of the year. Still... sometimes she stared a bit too much... and teased me too. But that was also one of the things that made me go full gaga over her.

“Hi Oliver,” I said, crouching down to pet him since he got out of bed to great me. “Abby’s still asleep, so don’t make too much noise, ok?”

“Meow,” he retorted quietly.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Meow,” he retorted again, sounding an awful lot like he said a no in human speech.

“All right, I’ll give you breakfast before going for a bath.”

“Meow!”

“Ssh! We have to be quiet you crazy kitty.”

“...Meow.”

“Pfft, fufu!”

He was just like a small child, so honest and needy. Unbelievably smart too.

I’d have to leave another note warning the next person getting up that he was already fed. Oliver was getting a bit too... “extra-fluffy” as Abby said. His winter coat also didn’t help his case, but really, I preferred to see him like this. He felt so nice to pet.

“Gee, Oliver! Slow down!” I scolded him, Oliver eating like he hadn’t had food in ages. “And don’t shake your head and make a mess!”

This time he didn’t say a thing, being too busy gorging himself. After that, he’d use his litterbox, give himself a bath—which reminds me, today we had to bathe him—and he’d follow it with a catnap until the next victim came along. Such a busy little fellow, wasn’t he?

Speaking of which, what time is it?

Close to seven in the morning.

I was thinking about how rare it was for me to wake up so early and trying to figure out when I had woken up when I heard the toilet flush. As I was checking who it was and if it was free, I saw Abby rushing towards me just in her panties.

“Go put on some clothes!” I hushed her with outstretched arms signalling for her to stay away.

“No! Not before giving you some fan service!” she laughed as she spun around and wiggled her chest at me, making me forget what I told her for a second.

And just as fast as she had appeared, she kissed me and disappeared inside our bedroom saying she’d be waiting for me.

“...”

No! No! Bad Violet! Bad! Go shower and wax your legs first!

I did tell her in my note that I was going to do that. Haah, what a pain.

At least I could take my time making sure my legs were as smooth as possible without freezing over. On the other hand, I wanted to be as fast as I could because I could tell, Abby and I, we’d be having a lot of fun today, and I’m not just talking about bedroom activities.

There was also a morning walk, have lunch together and alone since the adults were busy, taking a nap or watch season movies, have a great family dinner, and then, a night walk to see the Christmas lights. I didn’t include the exchange of presents because Abby and I already did that.

Abby got me a beautiful overcoat, navy-blue, with black metal buckles on the wrists and waist. The waist belt was wide, spreading the pressure around it and making it look slim. Bellow it, the coat turned into a pleated skirt that reached just above my knees. It went great with the black sheepskin gloves with wool on the inside that she had given me last year, plus some black tights and ankle boots. Add to that my pearly-white scarf, and I had a great outfit for going out on dates and otherwise. I loved the visual, and so did Abby.

Abby on the other hand received a mustard-yellow overcoat. It also had black buckles on the wrists, but hers was closed with the typical parka buttons going through a string hoop and was hip-heigh. It also had a hood, but she preferred to use the cat-eared ushanka with eyes that I got her a few years ago. She looked so lovely dressed like that and shorts with thig-high stockings.

“Fufu, my wife sure is cute!” I said to my reflexion, looking like an absolute idiot. Well, I am and idiot regarding Abby.

My silly moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

I told the person knocking that I was almost done, but they asked in a very desperate voice if I was covered.

As soon as I said yes, Sophie barged in, fell to her knees and proceeded to gag over the toilet.

“Oh my God! Are you all right!?” I gasped as I too felt to my knees and grabbed her hair. “Abby! Abby, come quick!”

Soon enough, Abby joined us, still bare to her panties, but none of us cared about that when Sophie was panting and making vomiting sounds while nothing was coming out.

“Sorry for scaring you,” she told us as she panted and sat on the bathroom floor.

“Gee sis, are you all right?” Abby asked as she patted her sister’s back. “Have you gotten some sickness?”

“No, I, erm...”

She paused and looked at me. She looked very anxious all of a sudden, and I couldn’t tell why.

Until...

“Sis, when was the last time you got your period?”

“H-huh!?”

“...It should have come last week...”

“Huh!?”

“Babe, calm down. I know it’s a shock, but you’re scaring sis.”

It wasn’t my intention, but I really couldn’t hold back reacting that way. I mean, Sophie was pregnant!? What about all those times of her saying that it was too soon for that!? Did my dad know? In a way, he had to, right? I mean, she’s been spending a lot of nights here, so they should know, right?

“How did it happen?” Abby asked her sister, seeing that I was freaking out and Sophie wanted to talk, but couldn’t. “I thought you were on birth control.”

“I was but... I hated how it made me feel, so I stopped taking it after I got free from mum. It had never been my idea to begin with, she forced me once I got into university. Stan and I use protection, but... it, erm... one night it, erm...”

“...It broke, and you only realised after you were done?”

Sophie nodded before kidding her face in her knees as she hugged her legs.

In a mumble she told us that Stan said he’d take care of her and the baby if anything came of it and that he’d be very happy, but she was still worried about my thoughts. She wished that I got to know in a conversation she was planning on having with me instead of me seeing her have a severe case of morning sickness.

“...”

I pushed a hand between her legs and her stomach.

She was surprised, but she still unfurled her legs and watched me rub her stomach with tears in her eyes.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” I asked her, starting to feel excited about the prospect of becoming a big sister.

“I don’t know,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Which would you prefer?”

I honestly couldn’t tell. Either would be fine? I guessed that’d be it, and my answer to her.

Then, she hugged me while asking if I wasn’t mad at all.

“I would with dad if he freaked out about it, but knowing him... he’ll certainly bawl his eyes out when you tell him the news.”

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“...I’m still not sure I’m pregnant though,” she said as she broke away our hug. “This could all be psychological.”

Hearing that, I decided to help make sure.

I told Abby to stay by her sister side while I was going out.

I also grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom, telling her to put on a shirt at least, finally finding the right moment to tell her that.

This wasn’t at all how I wanted to spend my morning, but... As it settled in my mind, I was starting to feel really happy.

“Babe, the pharmacy only opens in an hour,” Abby reminded me when I told her where I was headed.

“Oh, right! It’s still too early for that.”

“...”

She was looking at me with the eyes of someone who wanted something.

With a laugh, I asked if she could apply the lotion for me.

“...I’m gonna want more though,” Abby cutely whined as she fidgeted with the flask. ” I was really looking forward to it after reading your note.”

“Hmm? That so?” I mused as I lifted her face by the chin before kissing her sweet lips. “Like what?”

“...A massage... with lots of kissing and cuddling... and you telling me sweet things to the ear.”

The pharmacy would open at nine and it’d take me twenty minutes to get there on foot, so... yeah. I had time to pamper her a fair bit before leaving, and not long enough for Sophie to think we were doing weird stuff. Oliver was probably all over her anyway and dad would soon wake up too.

On my way to the pharmacy, I was thinking about how big my world had gotten.

Before, it was just me and dad. Then, it came Abby on our first meeting and Margaret at work. Shortly thereafter, her dad. Then, her sister. That was in the space of a year. Mathilda came next. Paul and Claire. Mathew and Stephen. Mrs. Fletcher and Jacob at the B&B. Our homeroom teacher Ms. Prescot. Funny how thirteen was supposed to be an unlucky number, and yet, I was feeling very lucky. It was a pain having to send to almost all of them a Christmas message, but still, quite lucky. Eight of them, to be exact. I could do that much, couldn’t I?

It’s still a pain...

Some things never change, do they? That part of me certainly didn’t seem to go away. It might have gotten worse, come to think of it.

“Could I also have some pills for morning sickness please?” I asked the lady at the counter, too lost in my head to notice the weird face she was making when she saw what I had placed on the counter.

“Erm, I’m sorry, but... what happened to the girl that always comes with you?” the pharmacy clerk asked when I approached the counter to pay.

“I beg your pardon?” I asked, not sure about what I heard since I was still lost in thought when she asked me the first time.

“That blonde girl? I thought you two were dating.”

“Erm, we still are? I mean we are mar... Ah! N-no! The pregnancy test and the pills aren’t for us! They are for her sister!” I told her, beet-red and silently cursing her for asking and butting in my business.

Seriously, what a Christmas morning I was having.

♥♥♥

The way Violet dropped herself on the couch, it was clear something had happened, but I waited for sis to get up and go to the bathroom before asking.

“...The clerk thought the test was for me,” she said in a low grumble as she pulled me closer.

“Pfft, ah-haha! That must have been mortifying!”

“Sure was.”

My poor, poor wife. The things she has to put up with and that happen to her.

To make up for it and get her in a better mood, I gave her cheek a big smooch while thanking her for going out of her way to help Sophie. I then gave her a big kissie and thanked her for the special treatment she gave me before leaving.

She looked at the door before looking back at me and asking if I was in the mood for a bit more of that after Sophie goes to work.

“Hehe, sure.”

We had barely done anything for the better part of the month. Studying and home assignments, then our periods and that followed with more studying and school assignments. When we thought we were done, then we had to help Mathilda move some of her stuff out, and we were too tired from that to do more than cuddling and a single quick toss in the sheets before falling asleep right after.

“...Pfft, fufu!”

“What?” I asked, feeling a bit embarrassed that she suddenly giggled after staring at me so serious and for so long. I was a bit afraid that my naughty thoughts were showing in my face.

“Just now, you were looking so cute.”

“...How so?”

“Your eyes were glistening so much, and your cheeks were a bit flushed,” she told me in a low tone as she neared her face to mine. “What were you thinking about?”

“...Not telling,” I whimpered before she started kissing me.

In the past, I told her that I was fine as long as I could be with her and we could snuggle, but now at least, it wasn’t true. I was either only realising it now, or had been lying to myself all this long, but I also needed to make love just as much as she did.

Once sis had gone to work and we were back in bed, I’d tell her that. It wasn’t fair to have Violet think that it was only her that was this needy about making love when I too had felt frustrated and pent up.

“...Excuse me girls, could you give me a short second?” Sophie asked from the doorframe.

“For you? Always,” I told sis while moving my legs over Violet so that I could face sis without twisting my neck so much.

With a bit of a stutter, she informed us that the test she was holding up to her chest had come up positive. I just couldn’t understand her reaction about it. Wasn’t she happy?

I am! I am, it’s just...” she said, pausing to put a hand over her stomach after sitting right by Violet. “It just doesn’t feel real, you know? I have a life forming inside me... it’s just... how does this even happen?”

I was quite sure she knew. It’s pretty hard to conceive a baby while not being there after all. Oh, the jokes I’d be making at a later date. So many jokes.

But not now. Now, I had to be a good girl, and it wasn’t just because it was Christmas.

“I’m really happy for you,” Violet said in an honest but awkward tone.

“Thanks Violet. It means the whole world hearing that coming from you,” my sister said, looking teary-eyed as she pulled Violet into a hug.

Oliver, seeing us all clumped together, decided to join in. It was funny to see him putting a paw on Sophie’s tummy before rubbing his head on it. With that reaction, did we need to get her the test after all?

“By the way, how’s been school? You girls doing ok?” she asked us, sounding more like she was talking to Violet than me by the way she was touching her.

“We’ve been doing great,” Violet sheepishly said. “My average is being pulled down by PE, though.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should join Abby on her morning runs?”

“...Hmm... I’ll think about it.”

“What about the library committee? Are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah... I have fun doing it.”

“Fufu, good to hear it. You two haven’t been nothing you should when Abby stays with you, have you?”

There were three very nice spots Violet and I found out to make out in the library, our favourite with a table I could sit on while hugging Violet’s waist with my legs as we kiss, but she didn’t tell Sophie that despite being the most docile I’ve ever seen Violet in a while.

The face Violet was making as my sister patted her head and combed her hair reminded me of when I kissed her forehead for the first time. It also looked like she was feeling comforted by it too. For the first time, they were looking more like mother and daughter than anything else. It also looked like Violet was about to cry.

“Go tell Stan!” I told Sophie. “Right now!”

“N-Now!? Abby, he’s at work! I can’t bo—”

“You won’t!”

“Y-yeah, you won’t!” Violet said. “He’ll be beyond happy! Don't you want to tell him as soon as possible too?”

“...Ok... Ok, I will! Thanks girls! Love you two!” my sister shouted as she got up and run out the room and up the stairs to go get changed.

Before saying anything to Violet, I waited for sis to leave. Only then did I ask my wife if she was ok.

“...I vaguely remembered the feeling of sitting on this couch with my mum and her doing to me the same Sophie was doing...” she told me as she pulled me closer. “I felt... protected... loved...”

“Like when I hug you when you’re feeling down?”

“...Can we go make love now?” she asked with a headshake. “Sorry, right now, I can’t really think straight, so I can’t answer that.”

I knew it better than anyone. I probably knew it better than herself.

The ideas floating in her mind were like building blocks. With them, she had to build a house. Normally, those blocks come down a pipe at a pace that she can decide where to better put them, but at times like these, too much happens and the pipe is clogged, leaving her unable to function. In these cases, there are a few choices she can make.

She can wait for it to eventually sort itself out and the pieces resume falling.

She can try to brute force it.

Or in this case, she can empty her head and solely fill it with my whole being, and once empty, Violet can go back to it and the pieces not only are falling again, but she now has an easier time analysing them and placing them down.

It might give anyone the impression that she won’t be paying attention to me, or that she’s just using my body to evade her worries, but that’s far from it. She’s simply taking a break and when we are making love, I’m the only thing she can ever think about. There was never, ever, a moment I felt like she wasn’t putting her heart into it.

“...Can we talk now?” she asked as she combed through my hair while spooning the gooey goodness that I was after we made love.

“Of course, babe,” I told her lazily. “I’ve been waiting for that.”

She gently kissed my shoulder before using my head as her own pillow, her mouth just by my ear.

“You know... I really love your sister. Sorry, maybe saying love is a bit—”

“It’s fine, don’t overthink your words right now,” I assured her with my lazy voice.

“Right... yeah, you’re right. I love your sister, but... today, when she hugged and patted me, it felt... different. Like I said, I vaguely remembered the feeling of my mum hugging me when Sophie hugged me and... you asked me if I felt protected and loved in the same way that I do when it’s with you... it really wasn’t... with you, I feel like that because you’re my partner, the person I love the most in the world, but when it was her... I don’t know... It felt like that, but different. Like... Like when mum did it.”

“Babe, are you having a hard time admitting that it felt like you were being held by your mum?”

“...I just might... It... It doesn’t feel right to claim her as that... especially when she has my baby brother or sister growing inside her...”

I giggled and turned around to face her. My wife was so kind that she didn’t want to “steal” the mother from her unborn sibling. How silly but kind of her to think that way.

It was a bit frustrating too, because there wasn’t anything I could tell her to make Violet get over that feeling. That was solely up to her to figure out in her own timing.

But wasn’t she just a little bit jealous that she’d have to share her dad with another child in the future?”

“Not really,” she mumbled. “Honestly, I’m sad that Sophie didn’t get pregnant sooner.”

“Hmm? Why is that?”

“I mean... having a baby is a lot of work... Sophie will also have a lot of trouble at the later stages, right? If she’s pregnant now, then she’ll be having the baby around August... we might not be around to help with the baby by then, will we?”

Seriously, how kind can she be towards the people she loves?

“Why is it that I fall more and more in love with you every day?”

“I-I’m being serious here,” she mumbled.

“Hmm? So am I,” I told Violet before kissing her. “I’m being dead serious.”

She heartfeltly thanked me for my words and nuzzled me.

This talk brought to memory my mum, but it was only a brief flash because I was glad I could cheer Violet up. I was so glad that, I decided that now was the time to make some of the jokes I had wanted.

“Still though, they broke a condom, huh?”

“...Abby.”

“It got her preggo right away too.”

“Abby.”

“And they only noticed at the end? Must have been one hell of a ni—”

“Abby, please!”

“Pfft, ah-haha!”

She was looking at me awkwardly, not sure if she should scold me, or laugh with me.

Right now, I thought, was a good time to tell her about how my feelings about getting physical with her have changed, but to my surprise, she didn’t look that surprised.

“You did initiate quite often before we had to start studying full time,” she told me as an explanation. “In fact, it has been an upward trend for longer than that.”

“I see...” I hummed, pressing my ear on her chest.

I’d have preferred if it was a big revelation for her, but on the other hand, having her taking note and not call my attention to it... it felt better and better the more I thought of it.

And she was thinking about it, because her heart was starting to beat in a very familiar way when referring to bedroom activities.

“Really babe?” I asked, faking disappointment when I too was getting back in the mood. “I’m giving a heartfelt confession, and you get like this?”

“H-how is it my fault!?” she grumbled. “And I can see in your face that you’re getting turned on too...You’re acting all cute-like and making me remember all the times you started it...”

“Kinda like now?” I asked before kissing her chest, giving her puppy eyes and hugging one of her legs with my feet, enjoying the softness of her skin. “Wanna try for a baby too? Ah! Hehe!”

“Yeah, let’s!” she told me after getting me on my back and before driving her face against my exposed neck, my hands being held above my head.

“No! Hehe! Stop! Ah! Hehe!” I meekly protested.

She wasn’t stopping, and I hope she never does.