Friends and Lovers

It had been a magical fall a year ago.

I looked out on the balcony of our apartment again at the couple happily kissing across the way before the young redhead skipped back towards her building at the other end of the parking lot. Things weren't terrible.

Kaila had held my hand through the tattoo with surprising grace. The swirling peacock feathers that adorned her left arm had stunned me with the vibrant colors the young artist was able to instill. It had been several sessions, and between each one, I had enjoyed watching the art coming into fruition on her skin as her belly swelled.

Kaila had looked really good pregnant. It had been another obvious tell, since Carla hadn't told anybody, but she had taken precautions against pregnancy every single time she slept with me. She was a smart gal, and when I explained about the situation with the tattoo, she happily agreed that it was the right thing to do. So much so that she got the exact opposite tattoo on her arm. Of course, the artist had been quite willing to do it since it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to do sleeves on twins.

The flames on Carla's right arm were actually quite stylish, and reminded me of a fifties roadster, which I think was exactly the intention. As with her sister, I had sat with her through the whole thing, and it had ended up in bed. With no games that time. We weren't perfect, but Carla was willing to share with her sister. Just not a room. We weren't really married, but we weren't really not married either. It just comes in really handy to have an extra pair of hands around the house when one of us needs a break from Danny...

When the baby came, I had been there for Kaila through the whole thing. It was long, and annoying and involved running back and forth to the nurses station to get ice chips for way too long, but eventually we came out of the hospital with a baby boy we eventually got around to naming our emergency backup name of Daniel after we got over the shock, since the ultrasound gal had assured us we were having a girl. Just goes to show, I guess that you should always have a GOOD name picked out as a backup, and not a corny one from one of your favorite movies.

As far as Charlotte and Helen went, I still hear from them almost weekly, and their lovely little daughter. It hadn't surprised Charlotte one bit that Helen had gotten pregnant, and Helen had commented that it was the last time she ever was going to let her pussy do the thinking for her. Keto was a beautiful little girl though, and the times that I got to spend with her and her two moms was wonderful. Helen explained to anybody who asked about who the father was that it was a very good friend and left it at that. I had wondered why they named their daughter after a diet, before being very firmly explained that it WASN'T the diet, and if their daughter really didn't like it, that's why they gave her the boring middle name of Juliet. Just in case she hated the one with history.

I never saw Nikki again. She had left the next morning without a word and hopped into an Uber. She left my wedding ring on the counter, and didn't even leave her number. I tried googling Nikki Corsini a bunch of times, but didn't actually get any hits. No facebook page or anything. I hope she's ok. I liked her, and had no idea why she left. We didn't see the Ferrari when we went to pick up Carla, so... guess that got straightened out.

Maria keeps in touch and occasionally stopped by for a hook up before she met a really nice guy closer to her home. The drive from Salinas to Marin was just too much for her, and she was fine with "Settling" as she put it. Anything to get out of her parent's house, and our apartment was just too small for a single mom and her daughter, especially with our own son now taking up way too much of our time.

I did quit my shit job. Feels better now. I like being a dad, even though so far it's a lot more work than I expected. Once in a while I get a nice break, and overall... things ain't bad. Could be better, but they ain't bad. Getting a chance to do something that I think is more important. Besides, once in a while, Helen still lets her pussy do the thinking for her.