Page 25 of Her Juicy Cherry (Sweet Treats 2)

I bite my lip while tears fill my eyes.

“I didn’t know,” is my confession. “Maybe I’m just the flavor of the summer. Maybe next year, you’ll want a new temp whose cherry you can pop all over again. Mine is permanently taken now, I’m afraid.”

Both men come to embrace me, Huck in the front and Hank in the back. Their strong arms encircle my curvy form, and I’m sandwiched between two broad chests. I’ve never felt so safe before.

“Sweetheart, you belong with us. You belong to us,” Hank rasps with emotion. “Unless you want to go?”

“We understand if you do,” Huck murmurs in my ear. “There’s a whole wide world out there, and we’re just a bunch of country bumpkins. But we love having you at Cherrywood, and we love having you in our lives.”

I choke back my laugh, half giggling and half crying.

“You’re not country bumpkins. You’re city slickers who have come to Lodi to find a better life, and I’m so happy you’ve invited me to stay because … because … I think I’m pregnant!” I end in a whimper.

The two men stare at one another, and their silence goes on for so long that I start getting nervous. After all, we never talked about a baby. It was always a possibility because I’m a very fertile girl while they’re a duo of virile men. But still, this is an unplanned pregnancy, and I’m not sure how they’re going to take it.

But then my fears are extinguished because Hank and Huck lean to press fervent kisses to my lips.

“We love you,” vows Hank. “This is the best gift you could ever give us.”

“A baby,” agrees Huck, his voice filled with wonder. “Who could have guessed? She’s going to have two daddies who adore her.”

And with that, I know that everything’s going to be okay.

“I love you Hank. I love you Huck,” I whisper with all my heart, my eyes filled with adoration. “You mean the world to me.”

My two cherry farmers lean forward to shower me with kisses once more.

“We love you, Courtney,” they say in unison. “And together, we’re going to raise a ripe baby cherry together.”

Laughter fills the air as my heart expands with happiness. After all, I started in this job as nothing but a manual laborer. But manual labor took on new meaning when Hank and Huck recruited me to their lab, and I’m so glad they did. New frontiers appeared before my eyes, and new barriers were breached and crossed with much enjoyment. Now, with the two men supporting and adoring me, my life will be happy forever.

Epilogue

Huck

A year later.

Baby Bing lies in his crib, gurgling with glee. He waves his fists and blinks up at his two daddies.

“Goo,” he burbles. “Ga-ga.”

Hank and Huck smile right back, admiring Bing’s big blue eyes and chubby features.

“He’s adorable,” says Hank with a smile. “Looks just like you, Courtney.”

“In fact, I’d say you’re twins,” adds Huck, gently smoothing down his son’s downy hair.

I laugh because nothing could be further from the truth. Bing is a replica of his fathers, not of me. Like his daddies, he has blue eyes and black locks. Meanwhile, I have brown eyes and brown hair, although I must admit, Bing appears to have my cheeks and nose. But maybe it’s because he has soft baby features. I know I wouldn’t mind if he ends up with his daddies’ patrician profiles and cleft jaws.

But right now, our son is only a few months old, and Huck, Hank, and I are over the moon with happiness. When I first started showing, they’d rub my bump lovingly, looking at it with wonder.

“A baby,” whispered Hank. “Imagine that.”

“It’s going to be amazing,” added Huck. “Scary but amazing.”

I laughed because it has been scary since Bing was born, but also wonderful too. We didn’t know what to do with a newborn at first, but Huck and Hank got the hang of it within in week. Soon they were changing diapers and burping Bing like old pros, cooing over his antics.

Plus, we live in great luxury. Hank and Huck had a huge cabin built on their property, just a mile away from the farm. It isn’t even accurate to refer to it as a cabin because it’s more of a luxurious lodge, with high, arched ceilings, six bedrooms, and a chef’s kitchen.

“Why do we need all these bedrooms?” I asked with a little suspicion. “Isn’t it a little excessive?”

The men merely chuckled and pulled me close, enjoying my lush curves.

“Sweetheart, we want to keep you filled with our babies. You want that too, don’t you? What do you say? Five? Six? You know, we can always add an addition to the house if we need more room.”

I gaped at them because the thought of having a huge family never crossed my mind. But now, with Hank and Huck as my partners, anything is possible. Even a dozen rugrats are a possibility, so long as we have the energy to raise so many children.

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