Yuki is waiting for her friend...

"Setsu!" I exclaimed with honest excitement and waved for her to come to me as soon as I saw the blonde woman come in the door.

"You’ve gotten so big, Yuki! Are you having twins?" Setsuko responded with similar delight as she came out back into our busy restaurant kitchen to visit me. We use to talk all the time, but since starting the restaurant and her marriage to Shinji we just haven’t found the time to even see each other in the last few months.

"Not as far as I can tell, but he sure likes to eat, that’s for sure," I laughed and turned my enormous belly to the side so we could hug.

"I’ll cover the cooking," Kenji said with a smile. "You ladies go have a seat and I’ll send something out."

"Thanks, Honey," I said and took my friend’s arm and walked closely with her to a large table in the back of the modest business.

"I bet Kenji is as proud as punch," my blonde best friend whispered snidely to me. She could deny it all she wanted; I know she always had a secret crush on him. I think that was why I let Shinji take my virginity in the first place, as some kind of a stupid ploy to one-up her by sleeping with her fiancée. Well, her husband now.

"So, when are you and Shinji going to have one?" I asked almost gloating as we sat down. Setsu was really a good person deep down, but sometimes she just got stuck thinking about herself more than was healthy. A child would really do her good. Or she might just be a horrible absentee mother like Azami. Being rich sure can be a curse sometimes I pondered.

"Never probably," Setsu dejectedly as she rolled her eyes. "Lately Shinji doesn’t even seem interested in me anymore. He just rolls over and goes to sleep." She looked like she wanted to stop there, but I could tell there was more so just smiled and cocked my head to the side. If I asked she’d just fight me, but I knew how to press her buttons. She wanted someone to talk about her troubles with, so I just needed to give her a moment to realize it herself.

"Fine, you want to know what I think?" she snapped. "I think he’s sleeping with the maid!" Now that she had gotten her private fear out she broke down and stumbled out the long story that ever since her dad gave Chizu to him as a wedding gift she’s seen them acting strange when she walks into the room and they were alone both together. Having been Shinji’s first myself I knew how he quickly forgot I even existed after our first quick and awkward coupling in the bed he now shared with her childhood best friend.

That seemed like a lifetime ago now, even though it was still less than a year ago. As I listened to her tearful sobbing about how disappointing her dream husband had become I couldn’t help but thank the gods that things had turned out the way they had, as bizarre as it was. I caressed my stretched belly that was churning with Kenji’s child in my ripe womb. We had never officially married, since with Natsumi also being a member of our family that would have been hard to explain.

As if on cue Natsumi came up to our table with a large tray of finger snacks and some drinks. "Thank you, Nat," I said happily.

"You’re welcome, love," she said in her powerfully gruff voice. She’d always been nice to me before, but ever since that fateful day she had been undoubtedly changed. Since then she never raised her voice or shouted at anyone anymore. She truly was the mother neither of us ever had, along with the side benefit of sharing our bed.

Setsu waited until she returned back to tending other customers before she said anything, but was quick to criticize our odd relationship once again once she was out of earshot. "I still can’t believe you let Kenji…"

I didn’t want to try and explain this to her again so just cut her off, "As amazing as Kenji was when we made love, there are just some ways that only another woman can please a woman. Actually, I wonder why more women don’t get a lesbian lover of their own." I arched an eyebrow at Setsuko sending her a sexy hint, and she turned white. "Oh you are so fun to tease," I laughed at her discomfort, but that at least made her change the subject. We talked about all sorts of much more mundane things for quite a while until a twinge of pain took me and I grimaced.

"Yuki, are you okay?" Setsu asked concerned and placed her hand on mine.

I took some long deep breathes and wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. "Yeah, sorry to worry you. Granmama says these pains are normal with getting this close, but that I’ll know it’s time when…" and that was as far as I got before a flood of water started running down my leg. "GRANMAMA!" I yelled loudly and tried to remain calm and take deep breaths as she had warned me to do. She had said the whole process could take a day once it started, but my body started going at its own pace and I felt like my baby would fall out of me any moment.

"Yuki, is it coming now?" Setsu asked and suddenly people were crowding around me, gawking.

Natsumi was a lifesaver as she bellowed with authority, "Everyone back! Give her some room!"

Then Granmama was holding one arm and Kenji was on my other. While Granmama was the beacon of calm, Kenji seemed like he was more worried than I was.

"You’re doing good dear, just breathe deep and relax," Granmama toothed in her crackly ancient voice.

"Yeah, just breathe," Kenji almost shouted at me, then blew in my face as if that would make it better. I’d have said something, but just then another contraction shook me and it took all my concentration to just breathe without biting my tongue off.

"You aren’t helping, son-in-law," Granmama chided him and then looked to Natsumi. "Deary, can you help Yuki up onto this table?" Natsumi was still just as strong as ever, though she didn’t practice martial arts anymore since she moved in with us and Shinji took over the dojo. With her and Kenji’s help, I was quickly flat on my back on the large wooden table, legs spread, and dress hiked up to my hips. I didn’t even consider being embarrassed that now everyone was looking at my naked hooch. I just wanted this to get over with to end the explosive pain coursing in waves through my body.

"Thank you, Deary. Now get everyone else out and close up the store." Natsumi nodded, but then Granmama added, "And take this poor boy and keep him busy for a few hours would you?" She said as if it was no big deal, and I chuckled and pissed myself at the same time. Though I think that was actually from the labor and not the humor.

Natsumi smirked and gently pried Kenji free of my arm. "Come on lover. I think it’s long past my turn now don’t you think?"

"No, wait!" he protested once I was out of his grasp she powerfully lifted him up into her arms and started walking away with him. "I have to stay and… your turn for what?" he asked, but she just belly laughed as she yelled for everyone else to get out and how they were closing early.

"May I stay?" Setsu asked meekly and with a nod from Granmama she held my hand and soon it was just us three.

I’m glad it didn’t take the day like Granmama warned me might happen. In less than an hour later, my final push caused the head of my baby to emerge from my excruciatingly ripped open vagina and his first screams of air, tiny and fearful and beautiful caused all the pain to just evaporate. Once his big head was free the rest of his miniature form slid free of my sore body and Granmama declared happily, "You were right; it’s a boy."

She took the knife and cut his cord and nimbly tied it off before washing him gently in the bowl of warm water Setsu had gotten her a few minutes ago. He didn’t stop screaming the entire time, even as he was given to me and lying between my swollen breasts as I held the miracle close to my heart, whispering words of love and petting him gently to try and calm him down. Then he finally took a pause in his cries to breathe and in the now quiet room, we all heard it even though it was several rooms away, through a closed door down the hall.

"Ah fuck, Nat! I’m cuming! Uaaaa!" Kenji’s apparent climax echoed distantly across the suddenly quiet room.

That alone seemed to get through to the newborn. He hiccupped or giggled or something and then promptly went to sleep. I didn’t know what to say and Setsu was as red as a turnip as we all knew what we just heard. Granmama was the only one who seemed unfazed, but since she’d been living with us this whole time and never once criticized our three-way relationship. Of course, she must have heard us having sex together a lot over the last year.

"It’s definitely his," she said dryly. "Gets a little pussy, shouts his head off about it, and then falls asleep."

I couldn’t stop laughing while Setsu somehow turned an even darker shade of red.