I had somehow managed to have the things I most desired from both worlds. I lived the life of a wealthy suburban mom and socialite yet still got to wake up in a woman's arms and with minimal convincing get her to open her legs for me. Even as mad as I was at her for being late and doing who knows what with some girl who was easier than me in every way, I wanted nothing more than to taste her, to feel her body against mine and giggle when she kissed my rapidly expanding belly from her babies growing inside me. To feel all the hope and love encoded in the moment when I would move her hand on my bare abdomen to where I felt one or both of them kicking. We bonded as women on an impossibly deep level from the hopes and dreams we had for the girls we were forming together and for whom we would take on the task of raising inquisitive girls into confident women. We both had a hand in creating our daughters. And we're able to share in something only women could do. We could form a life, to make that one life become two separate individuals from a single cell. There was something so primal and magical about the unique connection the four of us shared, it was beyond perfect and we were blessed beyond measure. Our daughters would never have to search for their soul mate or know the pain of a best friend's betrayal and they wouldn't have to search beyond the walls of their childhood home for strong female role models. In so many ways, they would have an easier life than their mothers. I never imagined having my female partner's babies but now I wondered what had taken me so long to feel the overwhelming bliss of the first of what I hoped would be many of her babies growing and making their presence known inside my womb. It may not have been the typical way to make a family but to me, it felt more natural than anything I had ever done.

In the cold darkness, I longed for the tenderness with which Alex would push up my shirt and caress my rapidly expanding belly. I now looked forward to the end of the day when she would talk to our daughters, especially now that I could feel the moment that they recognized her presence. Eventually, her lips would move downwards until I pushed off my unsexy pregnancy panties and her tongue found my clit while her fingers pushed their way inside me, stretching the extra sensitive flesh open. She was too nervous to stick her tongue inside me, worried about getting air up there and harming our babies but she made me feel so cherished. After she was done, she would grab the lotion and rub my belly and thighs before turning me onto my side and rubbing my back, alternating between fingers and kisses, while I tried to stifle my moans so I wouldn't end up with a toddler in the room wondering why mommy is hurting. After the back massage, she would get out the nipple cream and rub the thick white cream into my sore breasts that were more swollen than my first pregnancy, I hoped that meant they would be more up to the task of nourishing my newest babies than they had been with my first one. The first time I made a bottle of formula for my screaming newborn was just yet another time that year my body's failures crashed around me. Her fingers were soft and gentle as she rubbed the cream into my painfully dry, stretched skin and kissed my back and shoulders that struggled to adjust to the sudden extra weight of these over-expanded and yet still growing balloons strapped to my chest and the extra weight involved in growing two humans at once.

When she was done, I would turn over, still on my side but now facing her, and after making love to her breasts, I would rub the same cream into them now that she had realized they helped make her breasts softer, nipples feel more nourished and the wrinkles and stretch marks less apparent. She couldn't avoid getting older but she could keep it at bay just awhile longer. Eventually, my hand would find its way between her legs, welcomes by a deep guttural moan full of gratitude and satisfaction. Some nights I ended up on top of her if I had the energy but she never asked and if the moment ended in cuddling and watching trashy reality shows then she made it clear she was fine when I grabbed the remote instead of the vibrator from my drawer and asked if she wanted to watch TV.

Alex and I were partners in every way and it showed in the way that everything our bodies did was so drastically different from anyone who had possessed it before. She was my other half. And she could give me everything I thought choosing a woman as a life partner meant giving up.

It seemed like a lifetime ago since the first time my head was between her legs and I was looking at it glistening before me. She was curvy and confident, a real woman. I couldn't believe this was all because I turned her on. I'd had girls tell me I got them turned on but the tells weren't so obvious with girls or maybe they were. She was swollen and open in all the right places. Then the what-ifs started but I banished them by reminding myself that all I had to do was listen. And if I didn't like the taste then I'd keep eating her out until I acquired a taste for it because I wanted to be her lover and give back all she gave me. Not that I had anything to worry about, the first drop of her was like the first drop of tequila that same summer between middle and high school, before I left the school I had gone to since I was three. It burned going down the same way. My tongue buzzed from its sweetness as every fiber of my being cried out for more. And unlike that bottle, there was nobody to rip that glorious taste away before I'd had my fill. Then I recalled the feel of her clad in rough leather against my delicate dress or the surge when I saw her in nothing but a dildo and sometimes its harness, the feeling of the metal parts slamming against my ass as she pounded me from behind and rubbed my clit while I screamed her name and felt my knees turn to jelly until I let loose everything within me and gave it all to her. And there wasn't anything that I wouldn't give her.

I didn't even know my fingers had found their way into my sweats or that Alex had quietly let herself into the apartment until I felt a hand grab my wrist in the darkness of my, no, our bedroom. I started to push the shadowy tall figure off me as fear overtook my body and my instinct to protect the lives growing inside of me battled with my need to avoid the ultimate violation a woman could endure from what I thought was an intruder in my bedroom. That was until I heard a tongue click, it was a sound I would recognize anywhere and regardless of any and all circumstances.

"Alex! You're home," I exclaimed as I threw my arms around her and started crying, "I…I…thought you changed your mind. That you found someone better. Something you would rather have," I told her as I tried to steady my breathing and hide the sheer terror that had been welling up within me.

"Why would you think I could want anything other than this. How are my little avocados, are they making guacamole again," she replied soothingly as she caressed my bump before kissing my belly button like she were a fairytale prince, I was a cursed princess and she was the only one who could awaken me from my enchanted state. I started pushing her head down to the part of me that needed her reassurance the most. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"I want to talk about it, Vause. Oh, believe me, we're gonna talk about it and you're gonna have consequences for whatever you actually did. But when I can listen. And that's not right now. As long as you didn't cheat on me."

"What fool would cheat on a woman as gorgeous, smart and funny as you," Alex asked before wrapping her fingers around my clit, "and with such a hot body," she curved her fingers along the rounding of my belly underneath my thermal top that no longer stretched all the way down to the band of my pants, always showing a strip of hairy skin and the ever-darkening line cutting vertically along my navel. She pushed my sweats down before I could say a word and peered down at my swollen center that shone in a deep shade of scarlet.

"Oh, there's been a few," I barely got out as all the blood in my body felt like it was pooling between my legs as she sucked hard at my engorged clit. Long gone were the days of thinking girls had nothing between their legs to suck. There was plenty, as Alex was reminding me at that moment. All I could do to stifle the moans was bite my lip hard until she came up for air and reminded me we were alone and she had the most expensive apartment in the building, so I could be as loud as I wanted. I tangled my fingers into her hair and let loose as her tongue worked its way along my slit and I tried to buck my hips but couldn't arch my back as much as I needed to. I trusted her enough to let her put her tongue inside me while I was pregnant but I knew I would have to risk commanding the great Alex Vause to do something in the bedroom and that was the only thing scarier than losing the two beings inside me who I loved so deeply.

"I want to fill your fucking mouth with cum until you can't breathe and everything you taste tomorrow tastes like me. I want you to make sure you never forget about the strong, powerful cunt you have at home waiting to offer you sustenance. I'm the only woman that has a cunt that can fulfill your every want and need," I told her seductively, with a mischievous grin.

"I don't want to hurt you," Alex tried to say coolly but her voice broke before she finished saying I and a tear built up on the corner of her eye. I could see the fear and affection but I was still mad and seeing her like this only made me angrier.

"Then don't. You have the power. You can choose to come home on time or not. You can choose to call when you are going to be late. You can choose to acknowledge the limitations imposed by my current condition and respond appropriately. Besides, it's kinda tough to breathe air up there when your useless, ill-behaved mouth is drowning in cum. You gonna fail to use your mouth properly again tonight, Vause or are you gonna give me what I want?"

"You are so hot right now. Damn, I love it when you get like this. You want me to tongue fuck your slutty, disobedient cunt then that's what you'll get," she hissed as she thrust her tongue inside my tight opening and searched for the spot that would drive me wild. I could feel her breathing heavily through her nose as she buried her face deep between my legs and her hands digging into my flesh. I tried to buck my hips into her face but the extra heaviness in my abdomen didn't allow it. I couldn't get her where I needed her most. And tears of frustration began to mix with tears of frustration.

Alex could tell I was struggling and found a pillow that she put under my hips without losing the rhythm of her tongue and fingers tearing into my deepest parts. And at that moment, she didn't have to say she was sorry or proclaim her undying love for me. She didn't have to, but that didn't mean I wouldn't make her do it anyway. It was so damn sexy when she groveled at my feet. But right now, I was in an equally powerful position as she did everything that she could to pleasure me without demanding anything for herself. This was about me and making sure I knew how valued I was. After the moment passed, she kissed me and I tasted myself along with alcohol and stale cigarettes on her mouth. I never would have thought that I would ever find that combination intoxicating but I couldn't stop kissing her until she finally pulled away, gasping for air.

"Mmmm…did I just out kiss the great Alex Vause?"

"You just might. And that's exactly why I have to marry you."

"Is that the only reason? Because you hate to lose?"

"Well," she rubbed my bump and kissed between my breasts, "Yeah. Can't think of any other reason. You know too much about the inner workings of Dr. Alex Pearl Vause, Pipes."

I playfully swatted at her, knowing that she had just listed the two most compelling reasons for her passionate love towards me in the best way she knew how, "Sure, Vause. Whatever. I'll just be here, gestating and shit until you're ready to use your words, smooshy. Your reasons for marrying me couldn't possibly have anything to do with not wanting to create another generation of bastard Vause daughters."

"Stinky butt. How heteronormative patriarchal Christian of you by the way. Thinking a woman must be married to have her lover's baby or they'll all be trapped living in limbo. Gasp, they'll think you are just another slutty single mother trying to keep the WIC checks coming by having a baby with a different partner the second her kid starts preschool instead of a Manhattan trophy wife growing an even better meal ticket in her perfect yet slightly used womb. I'm shocked," Alex teased as I socked her rose tattoo hard. "So, Pipes, do you really wanna know what happened tonight and why I'm late," Alex asked as she held me in her arms, pulling a thick blanket over my swollen belly as if our daughters could catch a cold from the February chill that I found soothed the burning of ligaments stretching again after four years and hating me for breaking the one promise of never again I made to my body that had done so much for me over the years.

"I don't know. I want to be somebody that anybody wants to marry, let alone a wealthy, gorgeous genius who proves that brains and boobs can coexist."

"And you prove that sometimes the hot blonde girl next door is queer and kinky as hell. That we really are everywhere and every woman and all that crunchy bullshit other dykes from a different world than mine but one closer to where a girl like you probably belongs is true."

"What just cause I went to Smith?"

"No, cause you are more of an activist type and you would have been that no matter where you went to college. I very much want to marry you. I can't believe we're hours away from being legally married. That was never something on my radar. We were worried about the aftereffects of a much more tragic war and hate crimes when I was making my inroads into the queer community. We worried that if we went to a party we might die, if not that night then months later. Then the moment passed and we got older and didn't worry about anything. The battle for gay marriage was something happening off in the distance we could hear but didn't apply to us. We were too busy bringing back the glory days just before everything went to shit. And those same gays are still trying to keep the party going. Marriage isn't for the type I ran with. Do you know how many times tonight I had to explain why I had chosen to get married and devote myself to being a mother? They had enough trouble understanding why I wanted to study it let alone become a wife and mother. To join a different faction of the community. The life of grey pantsuits, ivory towers, and suburban mansions. The we're soccer moms just like you are kind of life. Believe me, the things I saw tonight make me glad I'm getting married and leaving Manhattan to join the bridge and tunnel crowd. I was already crazy to them for buying a place in Gramercy Park instead of some hip Chelsea loft or cozy Village duplex. I lived in the center of baby dyke-land when I was in San Francisco, it was fun but not something I wanted to repeat. I need to recharge after the party, not have it going on constantly outside my bedroom window. My friends prefer to live amongst it. Nicky was still making out with random chicks even though she claims to be in love with Lorna and I saw a million other such couplings that aren't headed anywhere and nobody really cares. I'm done hooking up. I've been done with all that shit for years. I have no idea why I felt the need to go out and do a little more research anyway. I tried to come home on time but my friends kept begging for one last round and I know I should have stood up to them. Babe, I know I let you down and I'm sure I don't want to download the tape of your mind over the past hour. And I'm sorry for scaring you when my sorry ass finally did sneak home. I can't wait to be the person lucky enough to call you their wife. I'm the one who should be asking if you'll still have me, this lone wolf with a little too much aging cocky asshole Rockstar encoded in her DNA. Who wouldn't want you? You could do better than me, you could give everything a woman can give a partner to someone else but I never could. You are it."

"I've just been the girl you have fun with for so long. I never thought I was marriage material. I'm good enough to fuck and for clandestine make-out sessions but I'm not quite enough to be the one you take to the altar."

"You definitely are," Alex replied with a hungry glare that shot through me and I was certain added a few more drops to the wet spot on our bed.

"But even you won't take me to the altar," I declared, unwilling to concede.

"Yes but I will marry you out in the open in one of the most famous parks in the world, so that's way better than marrying you in some church where random tourists can't just walk by and see two women getting married to each other," Alex asserted as she ran her fingers through my matted hair.

"Yes, and then do a double-take as they try to figure out if the little boy standing beside us is ours and if that's actually a sizable baby bump under my dress before shrugging it off because they have a fifth-grade knowledge of how human reproduction works, if that," I added as I covertly gave her the win on that argument.

"Yeah, 'cause you have an ounce of fat anywhere else. You are all belly and boobs. Besides you have that pregnancy glow and it's so attractive," Alex told me seductively as she tried to get me going again, "I love seeing how happy you are to have your uterus all full of my babies and that look of undying love you give me when I touch your belly or you wake up and admire your bump in the mirror, looking for ways it changed overnight, with your golden hair and creamy skin glowing but you think nobody can see."

"You are such a pig, Vause."

"Well, then guess its a good thing you like bacon and the occasional bit of sausage," Alex teased as she squeezed my thigh and placed her mouth inches from mine, lingering but never connecting as her eyes tried to hypnotize me into giving her what she wanted. I chuckled and that only gave her permission to keep trying and I wanted her but I knew it had to be after 2 am.

"Babe, we should get some sleep," I whined as exhaustion settled in and I could feel my bladder becoming painfully full.

"But I want to have hot makeup sex," Alex argued as she began to strip off her clothes, as if trying to taunt me with her black silk bra and women's boxer briefs, knowing full well that combination was my greatest weakness.

"Save something for our wedding night. You shouldn't even be seeing me the night before the wedding, it's bad luck," I declared as my resistance faltered at the contrast of alabaster skin and black underwear on a tall woman whose face and hair still looked flawless even after a night out and fucking her woman. This woman was not human, of that much I was certain.

"What, it's not like I can get you any more pregnant than you already are," Alex teased as she crawled on the bed and kissed me with her ass in the air as my hand reached out and grabbed a handful of hard, round flesh through her tight underwear.

"How about a makeup cuddle? Maybe you'll finally feel one of them kick," I told her once I realized what I was doing and where it would inevitably lead, Alex getting an orgasm and a good excuse to gloat as if she needed either.

"That's still a couple weeks off," Alex said with a forlorn tone as she crawled off me and rummaged through my sweats because while I could stop her from getting sex but couldn't really stop her from wearing my clothes that were in the dresser she paid for. I knew she couldn't wait to feel her daughters moving in my belly. And they moved all the time. These girls were more active in my belly than their brother had been. They weren't afraid to take over my body and be demanding. They danced and tumbled through space like it was never-ending and I hoped they always would. But I knew the chances were slim no matter how much girl power the women who would raise them instilled in them.

"Well, Dr. Vause, sometimes movement can be felt earlier in subsequent pregnancies and with multiples, but I don't need to tell you that," I answered as I looked into her eyes and ran my hand along her back.

"No, you don't. The logical doctor says it's impossible but the mother who once held the first piece of them inside her lives for the day. And you're right, we need our beauty rest. I don't want to look too much like the Bride of Frankenstein tomorrow. I'd rather it not be too obvious that I waited until I was an old hag to get married."

"Yes, you'll be the Bride of Frankenstein and I'll be the preacher's wayward young daughter who experimented with sex with the town bad boy and got herself in a family way cause nobody told her nothin' 'bout birth control just to resist temptations of the flesh. Role-playing even at our own wedding."

"Oh well, it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks, does it? We're in love and expressing that love in every way we know how. I love you, Piper Elizabeth Chapman. For the last time I love you, Miz Chapman."

"I love you too, Dr. Alex Pearl Vause. Did you decide to join your wife and kids and take my name as a second middle?"

"Yes and I am, I will. In my personal life, I'll be Alex Pearl Chapman Vause. It'll be nice to have two different names for my two vastly different lives."

"And I'll be Piper Elizabeth Chapman Vause. The Vauses forever."

"The Vauses forever," Alex declared as she slowly allowed her eyelids to droop and her body succumbed to sleep as she pulled me in as closely against her body as possible.