So Connie put her hands on my shoulders, looked straight into my eyes, and repeated, “Jay, sugar, I’m late.”
I thought for a moment and finally acknowledged, “Oh, OHH shit, you mean you’re pregnant?”
“Ahh, what light through yonder window breaks,” said Heather. I winked at the jeweler and gave him a nod. I’ve thought about the same thing. That’s how important all of you are to me. “I’m Late!” Heather told us at dinner. “I thought we were going to wait until after graduation to think about kids?” Rachel questioned. I asked about it and found he had custom-made it for a Ménage à trois. The jeweler quickly agreed, and I left the store and ran to catch up with Connie and Rachel. I can’t imagine life without all five of us together, but this is a big step. Then Jean-Francois drove us to the Spa in Samedam. We spent most of the night into the wee hours of the morning, a mass of sexual energy as we consumated our engagement.