Chapter 52 - The Time

The morning light streamed into the villa’s spacious kitchen, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Steve leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee and watching his women. His women. The thought sent a possessive thrill through him. They moved around each other in a familiar, intimate ballet of morning routines. Heather, draped in a silk robe that did little to conceal the magnificent sway of her 38JJ breasts, chatted with Lily and Mia. Mia’s own 36DDs strained against a tight white t-shirt as she laughed at something, her blonde hair catching the light. Susan, his mother, was at the stove, her back to him, her red hair a fiery cascade down her back, the fabric of her nightgown stretched taut across the incredible shelf of her pale, freckled shoulders. He loved all his women more than life itself.

It was time.

Steve’s heart pounded with anticipation. He set his mug down on the counter with a soft clink, the sound barely audible over the hum of conversation in the kitchen. Casting one last glance at the women, he turned and hurried upstairs. His steps were quick as he made his way to his room. There it was, the blue bag from Tiffany & Co, hidden under the bed. He grabbed it, the weight of it feeling monumental in his hand, and rushed back downstairs. The bag swung from his fingers as he returned to the kitchen, his breath slightly uneven, his pulse racing. It was time.

The casual kitchen chatter began to die down as he walked to the center of the room, all eyes drawn to him. He fished out the first velvet box, its hinge opening with a soft snick. He stopped in front of Heather, her conversation with Lily and Mia faltering into silence. He dropped to one knee.

The room went utterly, completely silent. The only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator and Heather’s sharp, startled gasp.

“Heather Stanford,” he said, his voice clear and steady, filled with a love that felt like a physical force. “Will you be my wife?”

Tears welled in her eyes instantly, sparkling like diamonds. She didn’t speak. She simply fell to her knees in front of him, her silk robe swishing against the tile. She grabbed his face with both hands, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Yes!” The word was a breathless, joyous sob before she crushed her lips to his, kissing him with a passion that spoke of a future, a promise, a forever.

He broke the kiss, giving her a warm, tender smile before standing. He helped her to her feet and turned. His next target was already watching him, her green eyes wide with a mixture of hope and maternal pride, one hand resting unconsciously on her belly. His child grew there.

He knelt before his mother, Susan. He opened the second box, revealing another brilliant solitaire. “Susan Thompson,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “Mother of my child. Will you be my wife?”

She didn’t waste a second. With a choked cry, she threw herself into his arms, her enormous breasts flattening against his chest as she covered his face in a flurry of desperate, loving kisses. “Yes! Yes, my beautiful boy! Yes!” she cried between each kiss, her voice trembling with unrestrained joy. Her hands were everywhere—in his hair, on his back, cupping his face—as if she couldn’t believe he was real, that this was happening.

One by one, Steve knelt before his women, each moment more charged with emotion than the last. He handed Evelyn a velvet box, her hands trembling as she opened it to reveal the delicate ring inside. Her eyes glistened with tears as she whispered, “Yes,” her voice breaking with emotion.

Next was Mia, who had been biting her lip in anticipation. When she saw the ring, a mixture of surprise and joy washed over her face. “Yes!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing out clear and strong, her laughter mingling with tears.

By the time he had gotten through all of them, not a dry eye remained in the kitchen—including Steve himself. The air was thick with love and unspoken promises. The women crowded around him, their hands reaching out to touch him, to hold him, as if trying to anchor themselves in this moment of pure, overwhelming joy.