"Don't forget being more adventurous in the bedroom," I joked back. "I doubt I could keep up with you."
"From what Sophie's told me, I doubt that. So where is our mom-to-be?" Tabby said. It was a strange but by now comfortable adaptation to our relationship. She and I would often talk to each other about subjects that I would never speak about with a woman I wasn't in a relationship with before, yet we were both comfortable with it, more like best friends than anything else. Tabby was just cool with the relationship Sophie and I had, and how she fit in. She even was cool with occasionally keeping herself to her portion of the Mount Zion estate to give the two of us some intimate privacy.
"She's in the back, fussing with the laundry. Doc Atkinson's was busy, so sorry about the delay in how long it took us to get you news," I replied as I chopped up some chanterelle mushrooms to go in with the kale.
"Which, by the way, you still haven't told me," she replied. "I'm guessing that is on purpose?"
I stirred the pot, and added another splash of olive oil before a pinch of herbs and salt. "Of course. Now go and hang out. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes."
Tabby nodded and stepped back, taking off her high heels as she did to walk comfortably through the rest of the house. As she did, I watched her go, and pondered how lucky I was. Seriously, how many men got to live with two amazing women, both of whom love him in their own way?
I just wondered how Tabby would take the news that Doctor Atkinson thought that we had a little girl on the way?
* * *
That night, after dinner was finished and the ladies were changed into their evening wear, matching silk pajama sets from Victoria's Secret that were very tempting for me to just stay home, I went into Sophie and my bedroom to change as well. Taking off the jeans and t-shirt that I favored for housework, I pulled out my night time wear.
Stripping down to my underwear, I was surprised when I heard a knock at the door. I turned and saw Sophie leaning against the door frame, the royal purple of her pajamas molding to the swell of her hips and breasts in a way that left my stomach and cock stirring. "You really have to go out tonight?" she purred. "I was hoping we could celebrate the good news."
"You know I want to," I said, coming over and giving her a kiss. Sophie pushed into my arms, and I was left breathless as her lush body pressed against me, supple silk covering enticing curves. When we finally parted, I was unabashedly standing with my cock tenting the briefs that I prefer when I'm going to do something athletic.
"I can tell," she said, reaching out and rubbing my cock through my briefs. She looked at me with desire, but also with a well-humored resignation. "But, you're going to tell me it's been six days since you had a night patrol, and that with what we've learned about the street gang activity, you need to get out there and do some pacification. I know, I know."
"And yet," I said, trying to suppress the groan and the desire to just fall to my knees and make love to my wife right there, "you keep rubbing my cock."
"That's because you look so delicious standing there like that, it's hard, and I mean very hard, to stop," she replied. Finally, when I was just at the point of delaying my patrol, she pulled her hand back, grinning at me. "Use that as motivation to make damn sure you come home in one piece and no fluids leaking out."
The big shuddering breath that I had to take to regain control told Sophie everything she needed to know, and she kissed me again on the cheek. "By the way, Tabby says thanks for the night out."
"Oh?" I said, trying to distract my mind. It was funny, in the traditionally classic sense Tabby is definitely a knockout, but talking about her never tempted my libido. I could acknowledge that she was beautiful, but never have I had the desire to sleep with her. That's what Sophie does to me. "What do you two have planned?"
"A silly romantic comedy, then she's going to get some sleep. She's got the press conference tomorrow with the General Manager of the Spartans for the new community centers, remember?"
"Gotcha," I said, stepping back and turning towards my patrol wear. First thing I pulled on were the compression undershorts I like to wear, although it was a bit painful tugging the tight fabric over my erection. "You want to watch on TV?"
"I might," Sophie replied. "I just wish I could have watched her castrate Bishop Traylor today instead."