Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, really?” Jason breathes. Mira nods.
“Yes Jason, I’m pregnant. We’re going to be parents to a baby boy or baby girl.” A full smile spills across her face and it’s like the sun breaking from the clouds. Gorgeous rays of gold lance into my heart and I feel my pulse racing as it processes shock and ecstasy at once.
“Sweetheart, I want a little girl who looks just like you,” I growl, nuzzling her neck.
Jason ups the ante.
“Baby, I want two little girls who look just like you, with brown curly hair and amber eyes. Do you think it could be twins?”
I know Jason’s joking, but Mira’s reply comes as a lightning bolt.
“I don’t know for sure yet, but I actually think I am pregnant with twins,” she says with a tremulous smile. “Are you guys ready to becomes daddies times two?”
Happiness strikes my heart, almost threatening to break it with overwhelming joy. Because this is exactly the end that we deserve. Mira, the woman who makes us happy, carrying twin babies for their two fathers.
Once upon a time, I would have thought it was impossible. I thought I was destined to be a family man with a conventional life: a wife, two point five kids, a dog named Rover, and a job leading a small congregation. But now, I have a wife, a co-husband, two babies on the way, and three times as much ecstasy as any man deserves. Yes, we’ll have to re-build our following, but with God’s grace and our steady devotion, anything is possible, and only happiness colors our future.
Epilogue
Mira
Three years later.
“Jason! Jordan! Auntie Angie and Grammy are here!” My mom and my aunt are standing by the door of our brownstone, waiting for the kids to be brought down by their fathers. They’re visiting New York for a bit, and today is their day to hang out with the kids.
“Where are you guys going to go?” I ask.
Auntie Angie grins wide.
“We were thinking the zoo, maybe? I heard it’s a lot of fun. It’s in the Bronx, but I think the kids will love the penguins and the koalas,” she answers.
I nod.
“And don’t forget turtles and fish. June and Jill love fish, especially really colorful ones.”
My mom and aunt chuckle, cooing as my babies arrive. June and Jill are the cutest things. The two little girls have chubby cheeks with dimples, as well as their father’s azure eyes and midnight hair. Of course, Jason and Jordan look insanely handsome holding their daughters, and my heart melts all over seeing the two men.
After all, what we have isn’t exactly your typical family set up. We live in a brownstone in Brooklyn, and I think most of our neighbors assume that I’m married to one or the other of them, and the second man is an uncle or babysitter of sorts. After all, there are a myriad of living arrangements in New York, and it’s possible that we subdivided the townhouse into two apartments for easy access.
But it’s not true. This is a large, one-family unit, and the truth is that we are one family. Jason and I were married at City Hall soon after my trip to Kentucky, solidifying our union before the eyes of the state. But our real bond comes in our hearts and before the eyes of God: as a threesome, engaged in love for one another and devoted to raising our children together.
Besides, we’ve decided to be open about our status. If any of the aforementioned neighbors care to ask, we will freely admit that we’re a triad, loving and living a tolerant life. Hiding causes so many problems, and we’ll never do that again. The damage from being in the closet is greater than any benefit it could possibly bring.
Plus, we’ve started a new church, Villagers, where we emphasize all types of love, and are open about our adoration for one another. To be honest, it’s not just a new church, but also a new religion. We’re still Christ-centered and faith-based, but we practice extreme tolerance, especially when it comes to relationships. Everyone and anyone are welcome as long as they are accepting of others.
I’m so happy to be a part of something so revolutionary, and it’s exactly what I expected from Jordan and Jason. After all, my husbands are mavericks and aren’t afraid to strike out on their own. I mean, they’ve created their own religion this time around. It’s frankly amazing, although it hasn’t been easy.
At first, it was difficult to attract followers because we were so new and there was a lot of whispering about the fact that the co-pastors share a wife. But over the last three years, Villagers has been extraordinarily successful. The congregation now numbers in the hundreds, and we have folks of all ages in many types of non-traditional relationships. Some have labels and are easily understood, but some formations are complex and have yet to be named.