Kate
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Chapter 13: Home
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 13: Home - What happens when you try to defend the wrong person? How do you recover when everything you wanted to believe was wrong? One woman's journey.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Drunk/Drugged Rape BiSexual Incest Mother Son BDSM Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging AI Generated
That evening, they sat around the small dining table in Matthew and Alex’s apartment—the apartment that had become Kate’s home over the past months. Luna lay at Kate’s feet, her warm presence a comfort. Matthew had ordered Thai food, and the containers sat open between them, but none of them had eaten much.
Kate’s hands wrapped around a mug of herbal tea, and she took a deep breath.
“So,” she said. “I’m pregnant.”
Even though they already knew, saying it officially—here, in the safety of home, without Timmy’s presence poisoning the moment—felt different. Important.
“How far along?” Alex asked gently.
“Six to eight weeks, according to the test. I took it yesterday morning.” Kate’s voice shook slightly. “I’ve been feeling off for a couple weeks—tired, nauseous. I thought it was just stress, but then I realized I’d missed my period.”
Matthew reached across the table and took her hand. “How do you feel about it?”
Kate considered the question. “Terrified,” she admitted. “But also ... hopeful? I know the timing is terrible. I know everything is still a mess. But this baby—” She placed her free hand on her still-flat stomach. “This baby is mine. My choice. My future. Not my past.”
“Do you know who—” Alex started, then stopped. “Sorry, that’s probably not—”
“It’s okay,” Kate said. “I’ve been thinking about it. It’s most likely Matthew’s. We’ve been together the most, and you’re—” She looked at Matthew with a small smile. “You’re very virile.”
Matthew’s ears turned red, but he squeezed her hand.
“But it could be from one of the others,” Kate continued honestly. “The stranger from the bar, or—” She paused. “It doesn’t matter. This is my baby. Our baby, if you want it to be.”
“Of course we do,” Alex said immediately, her eyes bright with tears. “Kate, of course we want this baby. We want you. We want all of it.”
“I want to marry you,” Kate blurted out. “Both of you.”
The words hung in the air. Matthew and Alex stared at her.
“I know it’s fast,” Kate continued, the words tumbling out now. “I know we’ve only been together for a few months. I know everything has been insane and traumatic and complicated. But you two—you’re my foundation. When my entire world fell apart, you held me together. You kept me safe. You helped me find myself again.”
She looked between them, her heart pounding. “I can’t legally marry both of you. I know that. But I want a commitment ceremony with both of you. I want to marry Matthew legally—since that’s possible—and I want to commit to both of you in every way that matters. I want us to be a family. Officially.”
“Kate—” Matthew’s voice was rough with emotion.
“I need to be honest about something else,” Kate said quickly, before she lost her nerve. “I’m still going to want to explore sometimes. Sexually, I mean. With other people. It’s part of my journey, part of discovering who I am. But it’s not about you not being enough. You are enough. You’re everything. You’re home. You’re safety. You’re love. The exploration—that’s just ... that’s me learning myself. But I always come back to you. I always will.”
Alex was crying openly now. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, Kate. A thousand times yes.”
Matthew stood up and pulled Kate to her feet, his hands cupping her face. “I love you,” he said. “I love you so much it terrifies me. Yes. Yes to all of it. The marriage, the baby, the life together. Yes.”
He kissed her, and then Alex was there too, and they were all holding each other, crying and laughing at the same time.
“We’re having a baby,” Alex said, wonder in her voice. “We’re getting married. We’re going to be a family.”
“We already are a family,” Kate said. “But yes. We’re making it official.”
They sat back down, and this time they actually ate, the conversation flowing easily as they talked about logistics. They’d need a bigger place—this apartment was too small for three adults and a baby. They’d need to figure out insurance, legal documents, how to structure everything to protect all of them.
“I want the baby to have all our last names,” Kate said. “Morrison-Reeves-Chen. Or some combination. I want them to know they have three parents who love them.”
“We’ll make it work,” Matthew said. “Whatever we need to do, we’ll figure it out.”
“I want to be there,” Alex said. “For everything. The appointments, the birth, all of it. I want to be this baby’s parent just as much as you two.”
“You will be,” Kate promised. “You are.”
They talked late into the night, planning their future, dreaming out loud. And for the first time since that night she’d discovered what Timmy had done, Kate felt truly, completely hopeful.
She was building something new. Something beautiful. Something that was entirely hers.
Three Years Later
The house was full of morning chaos, and Kate wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Mama, Mama, Luna took my toast!”
Kate looked up from where she was scrambling eggs to see her daughter, Iris, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. At two and a half, Iris had Matthew’s dark hair and Kate’s green eyes, and a personality that was entirely her own—fierce, funny, and absolutely fearless.
“Luna,” Kate called, and the German Shepherd trotted over, looking entirely unrepentant. “No stealing toast from the baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” Iris protested. “I’m a big girl.”
“You’re right, you’re a very big girl,” Alex said, coming into the kitchen with six-month-old James on her hip. “But you still can’t feed Luna your breakfast.”