Chapter 35

“I suggest you two get up,” my pixie girl nudged us. “Stephanie is on her way over.”

Darla and I were cuddled up at the edge of the Alaskan King naked under a light sheet. Darla was wrapped around me like an anaconda and I could feel her warm body pressed in to mine.

“Maybe we can just invite her to join us,” my tussled hair wife suggested holding me tighter.

“She says she’s ready to talk about the renovations. Get up! Cheyenne has breakfast for you.” Emily then left the room.

“She’s gotten so bossy lately,” Darla said, unwinding from around me.

“I think its the hormones.”

Darla was on her feet next to the bed now. “Come on. Shower?”

In the bathroom I adjusted the rain plate temperature and we both stepped into its showering streams. Pumping the installed soap dispenser I gathered some of the liquid in my palm and began soaping Darla up. Prior to our time in Lesserton I doubt that we had showered together more than half a dozen times in our whole relationship. As I soaped up her soft breasts from behind her with my hard cock rubbing between her ass cheeks the reasons for that escaped me.

Darla ended up bent over, with her hands on the wall helping support her as I plundered her clinging pussy from behind. She came twice as I twisted her nipples and then I filled her.

After spinning her around so we could kiss I washed her hair. After drying each other Darla went to her vanity to use her hand dryer on her hair while I selected an outfit for today in the closet. When I returned to the bedroom I saw that the bed had already been made, obviously Cheyenne had run through while we were in the bathroom.

While Darla finished I stepped out onto the balcony. It was late enough that the stores on Main Street were already opened. The weather was chilly, as might be expected for a March Central Virginia day. Foot traffic was light, but it was between the time when things opened and lunch, when more people would probably be out.

I looked back into the bedroom and saw Darla was about ready. She slipped on a pair of trainers to go with the tight slacks and A-Line blouse she was wearing.

We entered the great room to find Stephanie sitting at the island with Emily nibbling on a pastry from next door. Cheyenne must still be in one of the front bedrooms because I did not see her.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I said.

“Good morning!” both girls said and then laughed.

“You dodged the bullet on that one,” Darla said as she stepped up to the blonde to give her a quick kiss on the lips. She then hugged Emily and gave her a quite a bit longer kiss, as if she hadn’t just spent the night with the pixie girl.

I followed her example, except when my lips met Stephanie’s the architect pressed back enthusiastically and let the kiss linger, though there was no tongue involved.

When we broke the kiss Stephanie sighed. Then she said, “On to business.” She stood up and I saw she had a set of plans in her large leather document roll and a tablet. She left the kitchen area and walked to the center of the great room, and to the inner wall that was next to the bakery building. There was an 80” television monitor hung on the wall there. I saw she had a device in her hand and she connected it to a slot in the TV’s frame. The TV lite up and I saw she was mirroring the picture on her tablet.

Steph gestured and the four of us sat in the couches set up facing the screen.

“I’ve got plans to show you but lets talk a walk through the loft first.”

On the screen we could see the great room as it was now in a kind of virtual animated form. Suddenly walls flowed up out of the floor reducing the size of the great room by more than half. I noted the texture on the wall was indistinguishable from the existing walls and as the camera panned I noted the skyline placement still looked symmetrical.

“It looks like the room was always this way,” Darla said. I knew what she meant. One fear we had was that segmenting the room would make it look, well, like it had arbitrarily been cut up. Stephanie had made that fear evaporate.

The hall was offset now though. In the original design the bedrooms were all on the right side of the hall, with the two bathrooms on the left. Considering that the bedrooms both had luxury en suites the distance from the wall in the hall and the outer wall was considerable. Stephanie had moved this end of the hall to a more centered position.

As the camera moved into the hall I saw why that was. The area we were now in was set up as an office. It was comfortable and had a small conference table, wall mounted TV and desk. Moving back into the hall and then across it we entered this space, where a massive TV was located. This made a media room. The couches had been replaced by large modern reclining lounges that could be singles or doubles be flipping the arm rests up or down, like a theater.

Passed the media room the hall zigzagged over to its present position, though this was still an extension of the present hallway. Three additional bedrooms filled out the hallway. That gave us additional breathing space for future guests as well as additional children. I noted that additional skylights would be necessary to support three rooms, as well as additional lightways for the mirrored solar lights for the bathrooms.

“Well what do you think?” the architect asked.

The three of us looked at each other.

“I think it’s everything we could have asked for,” Darla said.

“What about the gym?” Emily asked.

Stephanie flipped her hand over the tablet and the image changed in a horizontal line-fade. The screen showed the landing at the foot of the stairway. Next to the door that led into the workshop there was another door. The exercise room was compact and it was obvious that it would require a careful choreography for more than the three of us to use the room at the same time. But there was space for a number of machines, including a state of the art mirror-screen exercise unit. A door in the gym led to the expanded bathroom which now had a small shower and the existing door that led out to the workshop.

“Aw, I was hoping for a pole,” Emily said. “Irena said that’s the way to get my old body back after the pregnancy is done.”

“That’s not happening without getting rid of that giant sheet CNC machine, girl,” Stephanie said. “We can do that...”

“No!” Emily said emphatically. “I guess I can go over to the firehouse if I want to work on a pole.”

“I’m sure Martin will be glad to let you work on his pole,” Darla said saucily.

“Damn,” Emily said. “You are so bad.”

Stephanie stood up and pulled her device from the TV. She then walked over to another area of the great room where a large coffee table, destined for removal sat. She opened her document roll and laid out the actual plans for the loft.

We all stood and gathered around the table. The first sheet was the roof and new skylights and ducted light openings could plainly be seen. Stephanie pulled the sheet back and the second floor became visible.

“Danny there’s something I need to ask you about.” The blonde looked pensive. She stepped around the table to the side of the plans that illustrated not the additions, but instead the existing structure. “You can tell me its none of my business, but there’s a hidden room here.” She pointed to the location of said room. “Is it a safe room? A safe? Or something else? I’ve been to your office and I didn’t see a door there as indicated on the plans. Do you know about this or is it a surprise to you?”

Both Darla and Emily looked shocked enough that Stephanie added that last sentence when she saw their faces. My mind raced too. I could just tell her it was none of her business, and probably would have, if all she was was our architect. She was become quite a bit more. Her and Emily were becoming very close over their mutual motherhood. All of us had been intimate. Of course that was part of the problem.

I looked at Darla and she nodded.

Fearing I was making a mistake I said, “You’re right. It’s a secret room.” I turn toward the hall.

The three woman followed. I pulled my phone from my pocket as we approached the bedroom. Taking the turn into the office Stephanie followed me while Darla and Emily hovered in the doorway, the office really being too small for four people to squeeze in.

Opening the home control app on the phone I tapped open the lock labeled ‘backdoor’. The book case creaked as it opened just a crack. I pulled the door open revealing the room beyond. Like the office it was really too small for four people, thanks to the equipment racks and desk.

Cheyenne was puttering in the nursery, collecting boxes that had been left there from Emily’s organizing of some of Miranda’s presents. Her image was projected on the big screen from three different angles.

Stephanie looked at the control screen on the desk with it’s diagram of the loft. Seeing the dots in the room corresponding to the nursery she quickly put most of it together.

“It’s a security system ... but why so many camera? Oh!” She looked up at the racks of disk servers. “Shit! You’re recording everything! Ohmygawd!”

“Tony had it put in,” Emily said from the doorway.

“We only found it months after we had lived here,” Darla added.

“But you left it running,” the architect accused.