Page 60 of Like the Season
Chapter Seventeen
Caleb was sipping his coffee that Friday morning and scrolling through his work phone, looking at e-mails. It’d been several long months before Ella had been able to stomach the smell of coffee again, but totally worth the sacrifice to have her living with them and knowing she was safe.
He and Boyd rode to work together nearly every morning, but part of him missed working directly for Boyd despite the precautions they’d had to take back then to try to maintain secrecy. He also missed not seeing as many e-mails slide through his inbox from Boyd on a daily basis.
Except…this was better.Waybetter.
Especially when he caught sight of his wedding band, and the one Boyd wore. Even this many months later, it still made him smile.
Still.
He currently smiled at the wedding band on his left ring finger, stroking it with his thumb.
Mr. Caleb Nyberg.
It hadn’t felt real until he went to the DMV with all his paperwork and received his new driver’s license. He kept Prevost as his middle name just in case he had any issues with his degree or licensing, but he’d changed over all his bills and even his car title and plate to say Caleb Nyberg.
Feltdamngood.
Felt even better when he’d posted a picture on Facebook of their hands clasped together, their matching wedding bands plainly visible.
The caption he posted read:Married the love of my life, our daughter is expecting our first grandbaby, and life couldn’t be sweeter. #livingwell
And he’d set it to be publicly visible, making it his profile picture just to rub his family’s nose in it.
Still nothing but silence from them.
A little more irony Caleb silently relished was the fact that he and his husband had not only given his parents their first grandchild, but were about to give them their first great-grandchild, and they’d never meet them.
Even though having Ella living with them meant they didn’t have the privacy they once did, it was still wonderful. Especially the way Boyd smiled all the time now, how he proudly told peopletheywere going to be grandfathers.
When they felt a need to let loose, they either attended a play party at Venture, a private Suncoast Society party, or they were always welcomed at Kent’s, whether he was having a party or not, to enjoy the dungeon-equipped back bedroom. When there was a party in swing at Kent’s, they attended merely as voyeurs, not participants in the debauchery. At least, not participating with anyone else—only each other.
Kent still loved watching them, and both Boyd and Caleb were fine with watchers. It was fun watching others and revving their own engines before fucking each other silly.
Ella had told them she didn’t mind if Caleb wore his cuffs and collar around the house, as long as he wasn’t naked—a stipulation the men readily agreed with. So neither man really felt there was much lacking in that area.
They’d attended Lamaze classes with Ella, all three of them cracking up when people assumed Caleb was the father, but then she called both of them her dads and it confused the hell out of everyone.
They didn’t bother to explain.
Perhaps Boyd’s sadistic streak had worn off on both of them.
Caleb gave up his apartment early despite a penalty in doing so, because the rent he would have paid would be way more than losing half his security deposit. Ella had been working part-time as office staff at a doctor’s office, but the pay wasn’t enough for her to live on her own. Boyd had convinced her to live with them until after the baby was born and she could go back to work full-time.
For his part, Caleb was looking forward to having their newest addition in the nursery the two men had fun outfitting. They’d also attended as many obstetrics appointments with Ella as they could, both of them crying with Ella when the ultrasound tech showed them the baby on the screen and told them she was a girl.
Ella had already picked out a name—Lily Lee Nyberg Stinton, Helen’s middle name and Boyd’s middle name, and adding Boyd’s last name, as well.
Yesterday, at the end of the work day after most everyone else had cleared out, Boyd had locked his office door, closed his blinds, and put Caleb on his knees to blow Boyd, making Caleb wait until after they returned home to get relief.
They likely wouldn’t repeat it, but it’d been a delicious fantasy both men had wanted to make happen for months.
He heard a bedroom door open, but it wasn’t Boyd finally making his way to the kitchen. It sounded like Ella’s bedroom door.
When Caleb turned, he spotted Ella leaning against the kitchen doorway and cradling her belly.
“Are you all right?” He finally processed there was what looked like a huge wet area on the front of her pj pants, between her thighs.
