This is still a friend of Madison's. This update is for dliving157earthlink. I hope you & your family stay safe during the coming hurricane. FSOG Fan Fics are my escape from my stress & worries. I hope this helps you to escape for a few minutes.

Chpt. 19 CPOV:

"Did you know Ana had lunch with my mom this week?" Taylor and I are sitting at the table having another beer after my mom left.

"No, Ana never mentioned it to me."

"Me either."

"Does it bother you?"

"No," I answer quickly. "I was surprised, but not upset by it. We don't see Ana during the day, so it's not like I would have noticed her suddenly leaving the office unexpectedly."

"I don't know what Ana said to her, but whatever it was it seemed to help."

"I didn't think she would come around."

"I wasn't sure she would either."

"Let's get out of here and go home our woman."

"Like there's any other place I would rather be."

We pay our bill and head out to the parking lot where our trucks are waiting. The drive back to the condo takes longer than I would like it, the traffic still heavy despite the late hour. All I can think about is what Ana did for me…for us. She sought out my mom, met with her and somehow helped her to recognize how happy we all were together. I nearly walked out of the restaurant when I saw her at the table, convinced that I was in for an evening of her making excuses for my dad. But, like she usually does, my mom surprised me. She didn't try to defend him or make excuses for him; she kept the conversation focused on us until the end.

I get what she was saying; that we might look at our child and wonder one day which one of us was the father. I think it would be natural to wonder; but just because we wonder doesn't mean we love the child any less if we start to suspect that the other one is biologically related to him/her. I assume one day our children will want to know which one of us was their biological father but I would hope by the time they were old enough to ask that, that we would have shown them that to us it doesn't matter. I would hope that they would be able to see that we both would love them equally, that it didn't matter to either of us who shared their DNA with him/her.

It's so odd to be sitting at the restaurant discussing our hypothetical children with my mom and Taylor. The three of us have yet to have the conversation together, despite having talked about it with other people. I would question whether or not Ana even wanted kids, but based on what she said when my father questioned us I have doubt that it's something she's at least thought the three of us creating a family together. I doubt it was either of my parents' intention, but this entire mess has brought the three of us closer. Not only has Ana told us both that she loves us, but we've talked about a future together.

"How mad are you?" Ana jumps from the couch the moment we walk through the door. Before I can answer her, she wraps her arms around me.

"I'm not mad," I chuckle at her reaction.

"Taylor?" she grabs his hand and pulls him into her.

"We're not mad baby," he assures her.

"You're sure?" she pulls back looking at both of us.

"We're not mad," I repeat Taylor. "You shocked us; neither of us knew you had lunch with my mom this week. And I don't know how you did it but, you got her to be okay with this."

"You don't know how relieved I am," she kisses me and my arms naturally tighten around her. "I thought you would be mad that I butted in where I shouldn't have. I expected you to tell me it was none of my business, that I should leave your family to you but-"

"You're my family Ana, you both are," I glance over at Taylor meeting his eyes.

"I love you both, so much," she whispers before leaning back and kissing Taylor.

"Fuck baby, what are you wearing," I groan when my hands slip down to her waist and feel her bare skin.

"I just threw on a shirt after my shower," she blushes.

"Fuck, she's not wearing a bra," Taylor's hands are between us, teasing Ana's nipples.

I pull her hips against me, letting her feel just what she does to me. I seem to find myself in a constant state of arousal around Ana, or hell anytime I'm even thinking about her I get a fucking hard on. I've never wanted a woman the way I want Ana; the connection we feel when we're together is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I never knew it could be like this; that you could feel so close to someone…well to two people, when you were in bed together.

Needing to feel more of her, I strip her of her top, tossing it on the floor somewhere in the condo. Giggling, she follows suit and yanks my shirt over my head before it too lands on the floor. Within minutes we're naked, in the middle of our living room. I groan when Ana drops to her knees between me and Taylor; she takes us both in her hands, stroking us until we're both breathing heavily. When she looks up at me, I swear I nearly come right there in her hand. The look in her eyes is one that I don't think I'll ever get used to; it's filled with lust, need and most of all love. The way she looks at me makes me want her even more. I don't know what we did to ever deserve a woman like Ana, but I know without a doubt that I'll never let her go.

"Baby," Taylor hisses when she takes him in his mouth.

Ana continues to stroke me while sucking on Taylor for several minutes before she switches.

"Ana," I groan when she takes me in deeply.

I watch my dick disappear in her mouth, and fuck if it doesn't make me want to come right there. Taylor's hand is on her head, guiding her as she continues to suck me. My hand falls to her soft breast; I tease her hardened nipple loving how it feels when she moans around me. When she pulls away a few moments later I can't help but groan in disappointment. Before she takes Taylor in her mouth, he pulls her up so she's standing between us kissing her thoroughly. I step in closer to her, the moment she feels my chest against her back her hand reaches back so she can bring my head closer to her neck. I suck on the sensitive skin there, knowing how much she enjoys it when we do that. The moment Taylor pulls away from her, I press my lips firmly against her. My hand slides around her, quickly finding her hardened nipples.

"Taylor!" she gasps.

I open my eyes to find Taylor no longer standing in front of her, instead he's kneeling on the floor with his mouth on her. Ana's eyes are closed as she leans back against me, trusting me to take all of her weight as she struggles to remain standing up. Her hand drops to Taylor's head, holding him exactly where she wants him. She moans against my lips when my other hand finds her other nipple; I'm teasing both of them as we continue to taste each other.

"Yes…oh God," she whispers.

"You taste so good," Taylor mumbles causing her body to tense against us.

"You going to come for Taylor baby?" I ask her, her whimper is the only response I get. "You going to let him taste you? When he's done, I'm going to turn you around and sink so deep into you-"

"YES!" she screams as she grips my neck tighter trying to pull me closer to her as the orgasm washes over her.

"You look so fucking sexy when you come," I whisper as her body shudders between us.

Taylor slowly kisses his way back up her, stopping to suck on her nipples which makes her moan as she reaches out to touch him. I know we should move this to the bedroom where we would all probably be more comfortable, but right now the only thing I think about is getting inside of Ana. When Taylor kisses her, I slide my hand down her firm ass, grabbing it and squeezing it before my fingers slip down lower. She gasps when I slip one inside of her wet sex, loving the way her body sucks me right in.

"You want us baby?" Taylor asks.

"Yes…God yes," she clenches me tighter her body giving me the answer before her words do.

My fingers slide in and out of her body, but the moment her hand slips between us and she starts stroking me I stop. I'm too on edge; I spin her around causing her to giggle in surprise. When I lift her up she wraps her legs and arms around me just before I slide deep inside of her in one quick move. We both moan when I bottom outside inside of her, she kisses me deeply as her body tightens around me.

"I'll be right back," Taylor whispers as he nips her shoulder.

I look up and watch as he leaves the living room and heads towards our bedroom. Our bedroom…since Ana moved in with us, that's the only place any of us have slept. I love falling asleep with Ana between us and waking up with her wrapped around us.

"Christian," she begs and it's only then that I realize I'm simply holding her against me without moving.

I grip her ass and help her move against me; she grips my shoulders tightly as she rides me. Her mouth is on mine, kissing me as if her life depended on it.

"Fuck that's hot," Taylor groans from behind us.

With an arm wrapped around my neck and my dick still buried deep inside of her, Ana turns around just as Taylor reaches us. He pours lube on his erection, stroking it as Ana wraps an arm around his neck and starts kissing him. She pulls us into her, until she's sandwiched between us. I'm gripping her hips tightly as she barely rocks between us. I take a couple steps back, Taylor following closely with his lips never leaving Ana's, until I feel the couch behind me. Using it for support, I rest against it and lift Ana up just enough to give Taylor some room.

"Ohhhhhh," Ana moans when Taylor pushes against her tight entrance.

With his hands gripping her ass, helping to hold her up, my other hand moves between us, just above our connection to tease her clit. She gasps before turning back to me, kissing me but keeping one hand around Taylor encouraging him to stay close to her. She tenses between us when he slips inside of her; neither of us move, instead we let her get used to us. When we feel her relax between us, Taylor takes another step closer and slides completely into her.

"Fuck," he groans.

"You okay baby?" I ask.

She opens her eyes and when they meet mine, I know her answer. She nods just before kissing me, leaving me no doubt that she's enjoying this. With her arms helping to hold her up and Taylor's hands gripping her ass tightly, she slowly starts to rock between us. We take that as the go ahead and begin moving within her slowly. I grip Ana's hips tightly as my own need increases. I watch as she turns and kisses Taylor just as passionately as she did me, and fuck if the visual of them kissing doesn't push me closer to the release that I'm already fighting holding back. I've realized this week that the two of them are all that matter; this…however the fuck we want to define it, this is something I don't ever want to lose. I love Ana with all heart; her and Taylor are my family, my future.

"So close," Ana begs between us.

Her words are nearly my undoing; I nod to Taylor telling him without words that we need to make her come. I've been on edge for so long that I know the moment she comes I'll be done. I reach past Ana and grab Taylor's hip, as we both start thrusting faster into her taking her to where she needs to be. As we both get closer, Taylor grabs onto my shoulder pulling me closer to Ana. At the sound of her moaning louder, I open my eyes wanting to watch the moment she falls over that edge. Cause fuck if it isn't the most beautiful site; watching the woman we both love experience the pleasure that the two of bring her. She's breathless, writhing between us as she chases her own release. She moans our names, her voice shaking as her head falls back.

"That's it baby, come for us," I all but beg her knowing I'll be lucky to hold on any longer.

"Yes….don't stop….oh god," she pants and her body tenses between us.

I cup her head, bringing her lips to mine hoping to convey what I can't with words, just how much she means to me. To show her how much I love her, how much I…I was touched by what she did this week. How much it meant to me that she put herself out there like that to help my mom be okay with the three of us being together. To show her that no matter what, her and Taylor are my family and my future.

She pulls back the moment the orgasm hits her, calling out both of our names as she pulls our heads even closer to her. Both of our lips are against her cheeks; she's squeezing me so tightly that I lose the hold on the orgasm I was trying to keep. My hand falls lower on Taylor, pulling him closer to Ana needing them both to know how much they mean to me as I spill myself into her. His grip tightens on my shoulder just before plunging into her one final time before he finds his release.

"I love you," Ana kisses Taylor before turning to me kissing me. "I love you."

"I love you," Taylor says.

"I love you too."

I don't know how long we stand like that; my legs are near jello but I lock them in place not wanting to lose our connection just yet. I think Taylor and Ana feel the same way because neither of them make any effort to move for several minutes. Eventually Taylor helps Ana down and we take turns cleaning up in the bathroom before settling in my bed for the night. Ana's lying between us as she always does; none of us are saying anything, but for some reason words just aren't needed.

The next morning we're sitting in the kitchen, each of us drinking coffee when Taylor's phone rings. He looks at the number before quickly answering it.

"Hey….where at?...you're kidding….how much?...what's left….give us an hour…no appreciate it man. See you then."

"Everything okay?" I ask when he ends the call and places his phone back on the table.

"You know how we were talking about that house we wanted?" he asks.

"Yeah," I smile hoping that the call was related to that. We both put feelers out to some of our contacts letting them know that in the near future we might be looking for a single family home.

"One of our foremen gave my number to a buddy of his who has a house that needs to off load-"

"Off load? Why? What's wrong with it?" Ana asks suspiciously.

"He bought the house the with the intent to flip it, but his job just informed him that they're transferring him to another office in Texas at the end of the month so he needs to get rid of the house."

"Do we know anything about what still needs to be completed?" I ask.

"No, well if you believe him he says the shell of all the rooms are already there and they have all permits required for the project," he explains.

"You don't believe him?" Ana asks.

"Our experience with these types of situations is that the flipper usually presents a very different picture over the phone than what actually still needs to be done with the house."

"Where's the house located?" I ask.

"Only about twenty five minutes from the office," Taylor says.

"We can see it today?"

"I told him we'd be there in an hour."

"We're really going to do this?" Ana asks.

"Unless you have an objection to the three of us buying a house together?" I take her hand in mine, squeezing it.

"No…no objections," she blushes an adorable shade of pink.

"We love you Ana," Taylor leans in and kisses her.

"I love you both too," she smiles.

"Then let's go see this house," I say. "Let's see if it could be the one that we've designed in our heads already."

Over the last few days, we've added different features to the house that Ana and Taylor started designing at my parents' house last weekend. It's even gotten to the point where one of us will send a group text with something new in it. Yesterday it was Ana who sent us a picture via text of a beautiful bay window that she said she wants to add to the house. The day before that I sent one of an outdoor kitchen with a grill to die for; even though I don't cook I knew Taylor would love it.

Less than half an hour later, we're piled in Taylor's truck and he's driving us to the house. I'm excited at the idea of us possibly moving forward with the house that we've talked all week about. I never considered buying a house before we met Ana but ever since they told me what they were talking about last weekend I can't stop thinking about it. When Taylor slows down I look around the area, knowing that we're close to the house. It's an slightly older neighborhood, but not too old that you need to worry about houses falling apart. Taylor pulls into the long drive and immediately I notice that the house is further back from the road which I like. We climb out of the truck and are introduced to Mike, the guy who called Taylor.

"So what can you tell us about the house?" I ask.

"Well, we bought it as a foreclosure six months ago with the intent to flip it. The house had sat abandoned for nearly a year before we took procession so there was some damage done as you would expect. Our plan was to have it on the market by now-"

"What happened?" I'm always suspicious when timelines are delayed. Usually it means they ran into more problems with the house than expected.

"Our loan took longer to come through than we expected, then it was issue after issue with finding contractors who would complete the work we wanted. Unfortunately I'm not skilled enough to do any of this work on my own. I wasn't too worried about the extended time frame, but now with my job transferring me and my family to Texas I know I can't see this project through to completion. I know this is the type of project that you need to be on site for obviously I can't do that from Texas."

"Do you mind if we take a look around?" Taylor asks.

"No, by all means feel free to look. The original house had five bedrooms, it was our intent to reduce it four bedrooms each one slightly larger than the original. When you're walking around you'll see where the new studs are placed to support the new rooms. I'll be out here, but if you have any questions just yell."

"Thank you," Ana says and leads us into the house.

The house itself is a typical two story home; the living room, dining room, kitchen, half bath and small bedroom are all on the main floor. The upstairs has three bedrooms and two full bathrooms. As expected the entire house is definitely a work in progress. There is no kitchen to speak of; the cabinets, counters and appliances long ago removed. On a positive note, there is a new tile floor down. The rest of the house is similar; the living room and dining room are actually complete except for paint.

"This would make a good office," Ana says about the bedroom on the first floor. "It's not very big, but all we really need in here is the table that we have in Elliot's old bedroom."

"If we took out the closet in here we would add more space," I point out easily seeing this as an office for the three of us.

"Let's go back upstairs," Taylor suggests.

We did an initial quick walk through of the house, but now we're looking at the space differently. The upstairs is in far worse shape than the downstairs, essentially you have shells of rooms. No walls, just basic outlines. We take our time walking through the rooms, Taylor and I point out where different things are like the bathrooms and closets based on the rough outline of studs.

"This master bathroom would be huge!" Ana steps into the bathroom that is supposed to be off the master bedroom.

"It is really big," I take out a tape measure and with Taylor's help we measure out the space.

"Bigger than I expected," Taylor admits.

"Me too," I agree.

"I like that it's a blank slate up here," Ana surprises us by saying. "We could design it how we wanted."

"This walk in closet they designed from the fifth bedroom would be a good size for us," Taylor walks into the other room off the master bedroom.

"And that still leaves three bedrooms and a bathroom up here," I point out.

"That's a lot of space," Ana says. "Why do I think this place is going to be way out of our price range?"

"Normally it would be," I admit. "But since it was a foreclosure, Mike probably got it at a steal as usually the banks just want to get rid of the homes."

"And now he wants to get rid of it quickly because he won't be able to finish it," Taylor adds. "He gave me a figure, which personally I think is still a little too high for the amount of work that needs to be done. I have a feeling the number he gave me includes a profit; I think we can get him down to where he just breaks even with the money he put into this project."

"That's if you want it," we both turn to look at Ana.

"Me!?" she shrieks. "What about you two? It's not only my decision."

"We're happy wherever you are," I say.

"If you like the house Ana, we'll talk money with Mike. But if you don't like it, then we'll keep looking."

"I like it," she whispers. "I like this house a lot."

"Then we're going to buy a house together," I smile.

"We're going to buy a house," Taylor pulls Ana into him, kissing her.

I look around the master bedroom, easily picturing this as our home. I can picture a bed, larger than the one I have, in here where we sleep together every night. The walk in closet where all of our clothes are kept together instead of Taylor's being kept in a different room. That bathroom will be perfect once Ana design the shower, the one that three of us can fit in together. The house itself is larger than I thought we'd be able to afford, but I know that Taylor wouldn't have brought us here if the price range didn't work for us. My dick hardens at the idea of having extra bedrooms for children in the future.

"Let's go talk with Mike."