Morning routine

Coffee.

That’s the only thing you can think about when you rise from your fitful sleep. Thankfully the rest of the night was dreamless. The girls are still sleeping deeply and you make your way to the kitchen to start the pot.

As you wait for the black elixir of life to brew you begin to shake off the haze of only getting about an hour and a half of real sleep. Your hand hurts like hell which is unsurprising. Loki has a jaw like a cinder block. Then there’s the revelation about the Multiplier and Mr. Happy. If he’s been using it for 80 years longer than you’ve been alive and he looks like he’s in his fifties, that makes him... almost 200 years old.

It could be bullshit. Loki is infamous for lying. Hell, it’s one of his defining characteristics. But looking over the strange and unusual turn your life has taken recently, if Novak or whatever his name is does have the Multiplier it’s not outside the realm of possibility. At this point you’re not willing to discount anything. One thing’s for sure: you’re definitely going to take Loki’s warning seriously. Novak is definitely dangerous.

Your reverie is broken by a hand on your shoulder, which causes you to spin around coiled like a spring to strike. “A little on edge, Big Brother?” Beth, beautiful first thing in the morning with bed head and sleep rimmed eyes smiles up at you. She reaches up and caresses the stubble growing on your cheek.

“Just didn’t sleep well. I have a lot on my mind.” Your answer is, of course, evasive. It’s not like you could explain to Beth that you’ve been fucking goddesses and have an immortal evil clown stalking you. Naturally that justification only occurred to you after you lied by omission. Following an impulse you wrap your arms around her gently. “Like what in hell’s name I’m going to do with you two.”

Beth snuggles up to your chest, kitten-like, and sighs softly. “I can speak for Chrissy on this too. We trust you. You’ve always been able to not just survive, but thrive. You’ll bring the family together and make sure we’re safe. You’ll see to it that we want for nothing. And for that, we’re going to make sure that you’re happy.”

Another pair of arms slips around your waist and you feel Chrissy’s warm breath on the nape of your neck. She kisses your shoulder and says “She took the words right out of my mouth.”

Standing there with two pairs of amazing breasts pressed against you and two warm girls attached to them, you feel more determined than ever to do make Beth’s predictions come true, and to become the man that they expect you to be.

No pressure, right?

“I’m going to do exactly that, ladies, but I’m going to need some help in getting us there.” You regretfully untangle yourself from the Gordian knot of delectable flesh and reach for the coffee pot. “So let’s have some breakfast and I’ll fill you in on what I need you two to do.”