Peachy and Beachy

You stretched out on one side of Amanda. Bruna was on the other, the two of you almost a protective cocoon around Amanda, and the growing life within her. You didn't know the sex of the child within, but you knew you loved it before you'd laid eyes on it.

Bruna had an air of self-confidence in her now, having successfully achieved something she'd doubted she'd be able to do with the years of hormones in her. She had her hand resting possessively on Amanda's belly, the bump not even demonstrable yet, but omnipresent on the minds of all three of you. Things were peachy, you thought, and as you adjusted your thong to get a little sand out ... beachy as well.