#thruple

[worldwithoutmiracles]

My Two Dads: Eagle Trio Sees Parenting Success in Illinois

This parenting team - consisting of two males and a female - has successfully raised broods together for years. The two males even lost their original female partner and found another. Full article here.

[coldemergency]

Harry: I want two boyfriends *grabs Draco and Tom*

Harry: And I want the boyfriends to be boyfriends

Harry: *smooshes Draco and Tom together to make them kiss like Barbie dolls*

Harry: And I want to be their boyfriend

Harry: *forces Draco and Tom to hug him*

Harry: And I want my boyfriends to take me on little boyfriend dates where we’re all boyfriends!

[artsonist-moth]

Nintendo can’t stop the ship it only grows stronger

[e-munson666]

Just Us Three (1)

++Jamie Campbell Bowerx Joseph Quinnx Actress!Reader++

(You have a huge crush on the both of them, of course they notice, and they show up in your dressing room to "talk" about it)

Content/Warnings ⚠️: 18+, sexual interactions, language, pining, Jamie and Joe are Dom(ish), reader is a little shy, lots of fluff. (No smut in this part sorry babes)

I COULDN'T MAKE YOU WAIT ANY LONGER

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Picture from Google

During the Stranger Things U.S press tour, you had spent an abundant amount of time with Joseph Quinn and Jamie Bower. The three of you were really close......almost weirdly close. One if not both of them were touching you at all times, and never letting you stray too far away. You had it bad for both of them, but seeing the way they interacted with each other gave you the feeling the two of them were already together. All that did was increase your desire for the both of them. Causing a whirlwind in your brain.

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Tonight was a big press party, and the older of the castmates were all going to be there. The house they were hosting the event in was HUGE, and the team arranged each of the cast members to have their own private rooms to get ready for the festivities.

You got ready in your respective room, picking from a large selection of sponsored clothing your management team had sent over. You chose a short, skin tight, blue velvet dress, with black lace trimmed around your cleavage. You knew it would drive the boys insane, and you were so happy with yourself as you checked once more in the mirror before heading out to the party.

You walk down a long hall into the living room to find Jamie and Joseph combined at the hip, they were holding each other, dancing together, and just being their overall goofy selves to the cameras wandering around the room.

Jamie caught sight of you first, elbowing Joe on the rib, sending his gaze onto you as well. Both of the boys nearly dropped their jaws on the floor as you fluttered your fingers at them in a wave, before turning and heading towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

You could feel their eyes burning into you as you walked by them, which made you smile super wide. You walk into the kitchen to find Maya and Eduardo in a playful argument about what qualifies as an appetizer as you made your way to the bar. A handsome young bartender handed your drink, winking at you while he did it.

You were about to thank him when you felt two large hands on either side of your waist. "There you are love" Jamie cooed into your ear. You look to either side of you to find both boys squishing you between them, Joe's eyes on the too flirtatious bartender as Jamie kissed your cheek.

Why did Joesph look so upset? Why were they clinging to you like this? Its not out of the norm really, it just doesn't happen in a public setting like this very often. Joesph continued to glare at the poor bartender as he ordered himself a drink. He noticed the young man's eyes travel down your body, no doubt marveling at how gorgeous you looked, to which Joseph became even more irate.

"Keep your eyes in your skull yeah mate?" Joseph spit, harshly grabbing his beverage from the bar keep, causing the young man to stammer out several apologies before fleeing the scene to find a coworker to cover his station.

"Joseph what was that for?" You ask, a hint of amusement in your voice. He leaned his face into your ear and whispered, "can't have him looking at what's ours." He chuckled at the little gasp that left your lips.

"Come dance with us love" Jamie insisted, winking at Joe as they lead you back into the living room.

The rest of the night was spent continuously squished between the two of them, never letting you out of their sight. There were a lot of male eyes staring at your beautiful form in your tight dress, and it was sending them over the edge with possessiveness. You didn't officially belong to either of them, but they were determined to make you theirs by the end of the night.

The party eventually died down, and the management team escorted the camera crew and catering team out of the rented home. You were finally released from Joe and Jamies grip as the cast mates said their goodbyes to each other for the evening.

As you made your way back to your dressing room you realized you didn't see where the two boys had run off to, but you didn't have to wonder long, because as soon as you opened the rooms door you saw them.

Joesph was perched on the end of the bed, while Jamie stayed standing, hovering over by the wardrobe. When they saw you they both smiled widely, turning to each other to share a wink before returning their attention to you.

"There you are sweetheart" Joseph says, patting the bed next to where he sat, "come sit"

"What are you guys doing in here?" You half chuckle, crossing your arms and staring between the two of them.

"Oh come on darling, don't act like you don't know" Jamie states, walking over and grabbing your hand in his, leading you over to the bed.

You sat down next to Joe, and Jamie sat next to you, sandwiching you between them once more.

"You look so beautiful babe" Jamie whispers in your ear as he places one of his hands on your bare thigh. You can feel the heat rising in your body from his touch.

On the other side of you Joseph starts kissing your neck, nibbling slightly every so often. You slowly began to crumble under the touch of the two men before you.

Jame noticed and chuckles lowly as he slowly grazes up your thigh with his fingertips.

"Wha..." you start to say before Joesph puts a finger to your lips, caressing them under his thumb.

"We want you sweetheart, need to make you ours" Jamie growled in your ear, nibbling at it as he spoke. Your body shivered at the sensation, which satisfied both of the boys greatly.

Jamie suddenly lifted you into his arms, gesturing to Joesph that its time to leave. Joe wraps an arm around Jamies waist as you were carried out of the house, and into a black town car.

"Back to the hotel then Jamie?" Joseph asks as he slides into the car, Jamie already inside, adjusting you on his lap.

The two boys leaned into kiss each other, long and passionately before breaking away and turning their gaze to you.

Jamies lips were quickly on yours, grabbing your chin and holding your head up towards him as Joe rubbed up and down your leg.

Jamie broke away from the kiss, tilting your head towards Joe before his mouth was on yours in a much needier more desperate kiss.

You were panting, heart pounding, at the utter arousal you were feeling from this experience.

"Lets finish this in private" Jamie muttered before giving the driver directions to the hotel the three of you were staying at, "I can't wait much longer to play with our girl" Joe replies, shit eating grin on his face as you registered his words.

The drive back to the hotel was a blur, your mind was racing, making you dizzy

"OUR girl"

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A/N: next part will be filthy filthy smutty goodness! Comment to be tagged!!!

[auteurdelabre]

Someone to pass the time with Javi G x F! Reader x Dave York

Summary: Feeling guilty about so often being out of town on business you encourage your loving boyfriend to find

Pairings: Javi G x Reader / Javi G. x Dave York / Javi G x Reader x Dave York

Rating: 18+

Tags/warnings: mentions of open relationship, sexuality discussion

A/N: had a daydream about these two and had to type it out. Gonna be a short series and the one take away is that this is NOT the way to do a throuple. Also I wrote this whole thing on my phone on the commute home last week so I apologize for any formatting or spelling issues.

Now tell me if you think this is a story with persuing!

Someone to pass the time with Part one

Javi Gutierrez is exactly the kind of boyfriend you've always wanted. Kind, considerate, handsome. The sex is amazing, the romancing even better than you could have expected. He makes films but he makes time for you wherever he can.

You've been together two years and you know that Javi is wanting to get married. He mentions it in passing often, jokes about knowing your ring size and lingers near the jewellery counter of whatever shop you both enter.

You're so ridiculously in love with him that it seems strange to think you could ever be apart from him.

And yet you are. You're both often so busy with work that you don't have time for each other like you want to. Sometimes weeks go by before you're back in his arms, making love.

He never complains, never tells you that he misses you so much it aches (though it does). He doesn't tell you that he thinks about you constantly. That his life feels shitty because you're not there.

So many women would give up everything to be his wife. So many would give up their careers and ambitions and happily be Mrs Gutierrez, but that's never been your style. You love the work you do and Javi loves that about you. You're the first woman not to fall over herself when you met him for the first time.

There had been an instant attraction. You bonded over a love of artwork, of Nicholas Cage movies, of travel. It wasn't long before you'd just known he was the man for you.

You got matching tattoos on your ribs in spidery script during a whirlwind trip to Italy last summer. Mi Vida. My soul. And that's how he feels for you. Like part of your soul. You feel exactly the same way.

And because he is part of your soul you can tell when things upset him. You know that he wants you there on his arm for premiers. He wants someone to hold and kiss at the end of a stressful day. And because you love him, knowing that you can't always give that to him breaks your own heart.

But one night its so obviously there in his eyes as you tell him work has you in England for the next two months. You're in bed together, he strokes your hair gently as he holds you.

"Two months?" He sounds beside himself. "Fuck. I don't know how often I'll be able to come out. I have this new project and-"

"Mi Vida," you purr, pressing your back against his chest tightly. "Don't worry. We have Skype and the time will fly by just like it always does."

Javi doesn't say anything more to this. You can feel him behind you sulking. Your fingers trace his palm over your waist.

"Javi, I've been thinking and... I think you need to find someone to pass the time with," you offer gently.

Immediately you feel your boyfriend's body tense and you twist in his arms.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Javi croaks, eyes wide. "You want to see other people?"

"What? Never!" You throw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he wraps his arms around your waist. "My love, I would never."

"Then why -"

"I know you have needs," you tell him quietly stroking his hair from his worried eyes. "You're someone who loves to be affectionate and loving. And I'm not always here to do that with."

"But carino," he insists, large eyes wide with concern. "I'm so happy with you. I don't need anyone else."

"Mi alma," you say parroting his often used phrase and stroking his lightly bearded cheek. "Our schedules are so over the place. We won't even be in the same city until February."

"I can wait-"

"You wait enough," you tell him, pressing a kiss to his full mouth. "It would make me happy to know you're being taken care of."

"You really want this?"

"Only if you do," you insist. "I'm never going to force you to do anything Javi. I just need you to know I'm okay with it. I love you, mi amour. I want you happy. You have so much love to give."

///

It's a month into your work trip and you're in the hotel typing away on your laptop. A glass of wine sits beside you and you raise it to your lips just as your phone beeps.

[Javi]

You smile, swiping up to open his message. Amongst the texts are pictures you send back and forth. You this morning with your coffee and a wink, Javi last night in bed looking sleepily up at the lens.

He sends you messages every night, wishing you the sweetest of dreams, telling you he misses you. You love them. You read them over and over when you miss him the most.

But tonights message is different. It's short and tonally clipped and it sounds nothing like the effusive man you're in love with.

I found someone to pass the time with.

A sensation of joy mixes with an unknown emotion as you read this. Javi did it, he actually found someone to pass the time with. You're so touched that he felt free enough to do this and your heart overflows with the knowledge that the man you love is being looked after.

I'm so happy mi amor. What's she like?

You see the text bubble pop up with three dots, bouncing before disappearing. This happens several more times. You wait a minute, then five.

Javi?

When Javi doesn't immediately answer you feel a thread of panic go through you. Did you not put up the right parameters? Had you been too vague? Your only request was that it not be a woman you knew.

Was this a mistake? The key to all of this working was trust. You thought your relationship was strong enough for this. You'd talked about it at length before you left.

Javi?

It's a he.

You can almost feel your boyfriend's panic through the phone. Your sweet, sensitive "I'm not gay" hetero boyfriend raised in a family of macho men.

He's waiting for your revulsion. He's waiting for you to call him a sissy and all those other ugly things his cousin called him growing up.

You type back hurriedly.

Is he hot?

The phone rings and you pick up immediately, your mouth curling into a smile as you hear his sweet voice almost breathless.

"You don't think it's sick?"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know..." He trails off. "I've never... With a man."

You wish you were there to take him into your arms and soothe that wrinkle between his eyebrows that he gets when he's anxious.

"Does he make you happy, Javi?"

"Yes."

"Do you still love me?"

"More than anything, mi Vida."

"Then there's no problem," you tell him, voice filled with love. "Now send me a photo of him before I die of anticipation."

He chuckles and you hear a soft ping at your ear. You open the picture he's sent and your eyes widen. It's a picture of a clean shaven brunette man in dress pants and a pale blue button up shirt.

He looks respectable, like a suburban dad. But there's an icy quality to his dark eyes and the way he holds his full mouth. It seems like an odd pick for Javi who is so soft and warm.

"Serious looking," you tell him. "But very sexy."

"Mhmmm," Javi agrees tentatively. "Divorced, two kids."

You imagine Javi and this guy kissing and you squirm in your chair. The image of it in your mind is so hot.

"What's his name?"

"Dave York."

[hazel-van-lowe]

Thrupple Romance Story Prompts:

This is just screenshots of the code I made, I hope you like these ideas! (sorry for all the typo's)

[youseethehat]

*What if everybody was happy, you know??*

[sukidayo-xx]

Thruple-trouble 😈🤠😈

[basicpresleygirl]

There are certain Elvis days that always stick out in my mind. This being one of them. I don’t know what was in that Vegas shower water, but DAMN. They both showed up this night. They have to be one of the hottest couples ever.

August 29, 1969

[weepingwitheredwillows]

Artwork I did of my partner's and I's sonas!

Ocs belong to @prince-of-anxiety , @greeneeveesoup , and myself :) ♡♡

[pondermoniums]

Arthur is a girl dad, but Gwen is a boy mom.

Merlin is the cloak rack the kids hang off of whether he volunteers or not.

[parkerhowl]

*appears out of the shadows to post*

uhh. so that uhm. that last ep is rotting my lil lizard brain.

*recedes into shadows again to vanish*

[witchcatyoshiko]

Reading He Who Fights With Monsters

And just had an epiphany that I’m like hmmm they should maybe roll that way but like no no probably not

Both Humphrey and Sophie liked Jason romantically but hadn’t come to full terms about it

Then when he was gone they found the part that they liked about Jason in each other

Which is why they’re so good together and why they were both conflicted. If Jason had shown a romantic inclination to either it coulda gone just that way and if he shows any open arms they could become a thruple!

[wardenparker]

Together for Christmas

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Part of the “Together” Universe Co-written with @absurdthirst

​Rating: Mature, for language. Though this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 6.7k Warnings: This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol, flirting, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, gender reveal. Pure, tooth rotting fluff. Summary: It’s the holiday season in the Miller-Morales household, and this Christmas contains a whole lot of joy. Notes: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my lovelies! Please enjoy this little dollop of seasonal fluff from my covid-addled brain. The holiday season isn’t always joyful for everyone (myself included) so Keri and I have aimed to add a touch of brightness to the day with this humble little offering.

Together in Chronological Order: Waking Up Together Taking Care Together Better Together Celebrating Together  Together for Christmas

"Massage? Spa package?" Frankie looks up from his phone to look over at Benny. “I know she's been talking about it and everything can't be baby related.” He knows how excited Ben is for the birth of the first Miller-Morales baby, but Christmas is about everyone. "We could even get a thruples package but then that would also be for ourselves."

“Is there such a thing as a maternity massage package?” Benny hums at the thought, running his hand up and down Frankie’s arm as they lounge together on the sofa. Taking advantage of your girls’ day out with your friends to plan out your Christmas present is also an excuse to cuddle. “She’s on her feet all day at work and carrying our baby. I think pampering sounds appropriate.”

"Yeah." Frankie wholeheartedly agrees and his eyes narrow slightly as he reads the details. "Says that you just have to make sure the staff knows that it's a maternity package and they will take care of it." He tells Benny, leg tossed over his lover's thigh and hums. "It can be a theme for the other shit we get her. We can get a lot of those bath fizzy things you and she like. Plus a new robe for her to lounge in when she's complaining about being cold."

“So much for one person getting one gift for one other person.” Benny laughs. He knew when you proposed doing a Secret Santa-style Christmas after the expense of the wedding and honeymoon, that the guys would still team up to make sure that your gift was worthy of their wife. “What about lotion? You know, with the bath bombs? She can have pampering at a spa and pampering at home.”

"I will volunteer to rub it on her." Frankie smirks slightly, his wedding ring winking proudly on his hand in the lights from the Christmas tree that is already up and decorated. "Anytime she wants."

“Baths with me and a rub down from you.” Benny smirks, pressing a kiss to Frankie’s temple. “And we wonder how she ended up pregnant.”

"I never wondered." Frankie smirks back at the man who was his husband in all ways but legally. "See, I paid attention in our sex ed classes." He teases, sending Benny a wink when he pouts at him. "Do I need to give you a refresher lesson?"

“I mean, I’m never going to say no to that.” Nudging his nose to Frankie’s temple, he leaves another kiss at his hairline with a hum. “You can teach me a lesson anytime you want.”

"After we pick out her present." Frankie admonishes, trying to ignore the way that his cock twitches at the enticing tone of Benny's voice. "So a massage? And all the crap to make her feel good? Do we want to do one of those foot bath things?"

“Definitely.” Benny nods in agreement, knowing the two things you always say hurt most are your feet and your back. “And we should take a trip to the Lindt outlet to get her a giant bag of chocolate.”

"Chocolate and foot baths." Frankie nods and he looks at the spa packages that they offer. "How about this one? It seems like it's an all-day thing of pampering. She can do it before the baby comes and we can always give her another after the birth."

“Sounds perfect.” Benny’s arms tighten around Frankie in a squeezing hug of approval as he reads the description of the package on the spa’s website. “She deserves the world.”

That is something that both men could agree on. Their wife is perfect and you deserve everything that they could give you. There had already been a slight disagreement over your work schedule, insisting they could support you and having to give in and let you stand firm on your resolution to work as long as you safely could. "Good. That settles the 'big' present." Frankie decides.

“She’s going to give you shit for going overboard.” It doesn’t mean a thing, though, because Benny has already gone overboard buying Frankie’s gift as well.

Frankie snorts, giving a small shrug as he reaches for his wallet on the side table to input his credit card information. "It's my right to spoil her." He turns and presses his lips to Benny's softly. "Just like I spoil you."

“Love you too, handsome.” Chasing the kiss without shame, Benny catches Frankie right before he sits back again and lets this press of lips linger. “You’re gonna get spoiled too. Just you wait.”

Huffing slightly, Frankie rolls his eyes. He hates when the two of you gang up on him. Feeling like he shouldn't receive that kind of attention and have you spend your money on him. "I told you not to do anything for me." He complains.

“Since when do I listen to you?” The teasing in Benny’s tone is clear, and he peppers Frankie’s face with more kisses.

"Never." Frankie grumbles, even as his lips twist up into a small grin. "That's the problem." It's not really a problem, but Francisco Morales is more comfortable with giving than being given things.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.” The younger man’s grin is wicked, knowing that Frankie can’t say no to him to begin with. “It’s Christmas. I get to spoil my husband and my wife.”

There is just a small chuckle that Frankie gives Benny, knowing that the younger man is bursting with pride at having a husband and a wife. At being allowed to love the two of you completely with no reservations. "Wait until next year when we all spoil the baby." He warns him playfully, knowing that Benjamin Miller would want nothing more. If there was anyone who was made to be a father, it was him.

“I can’t wait.” It’s wistful - disbelieving - the sigh in Benny’s voice. He’s wanted to be a father for his entire life, so the last few months have been a dream come true for him. Batting his eyelashes at Frankie playfully, Benny tries for his best pout and juts out his lower lip completely. “Pleeeeease can I have a gender reveal for my Christmas present? I’m not even asking for a party anymore. I just want us to get a surprise somehow.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head at how enthusiastic he is about all of this. "We will have to talk to our wife about that." He murmurs, knowing that it will be a little more exciting than that. He has an idea for Ben's Christmas present that he wants to discuss with you. Something that Benjamin has wanted forever and now he thinks is the perfect time.

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Christmas morning with three adults and only one family to visit in the afternoon should be a relaxed affair, but not with Ben Miller in the house. Excited as a schoolboy, he is up early and tenderly trying his best to wake you and Frankie up without getting either of you annoyed at him. Benny loves Christmas, and nothing in the world could stop him from being excited this year. His first Christmas with his husband and wife.

Frankie let Benny sleep in the middle of the bed last night, your pregnancy demanding you be on the outside due to the middle of the night needs of your bladder. Giving up his spot since it is closest to the door for you and knowing that Benjamin would want access to cuddle you, meant that he had taken to sleeping on the opposite side. "We don't have to get up so early, Miller." Frankie grunts, turning his head away from the light filtering into the room.

“But it’s Christmas!” Benny pouts, peppering Frankie’s shoulder and chest with little kisses before finding his lips in the early morning light.

Frankie had already been up several times, making sure that Ben’s present was ready for this morning, so he hadn’t gotten much sleep. “It’ll be Christmas in an hour too.” Frankie grumbles, kissing his husband back despite his eyes staying closed.

“He’s excited,” you hum indulgently, turning your head to face the boys before the rest of your body because movement is far more difficult than it used to be. “It’s cute, baby. Frankie’s just sleepy.”

“So what you’re saying is that you were excited too?” Benny grins, kissing Frankie again and turning back so he can slide his hand along your bump and cuddle to you. “Merry Christmas, wifey.”

“Merry Christmas, husband,” you giggle a little at how the happy glow of your marriage - though it isn’t legally between all three of you - is the pride of Benny’s life along with the baby. “And yes, I am definitely excited.”

"Hmmmm, see Fish?" Benny looks over his shoulder to shoot Frankie a grin. "This is how you should be at Christmas. We have a wonderful wife; you have an amazingly sexy husband and we have our baby on the way." He sighs happily and looks back at you. "It's the best Christmas ever."

“Frankie baby always needs more sleep than us, you know that.” You tut softly, but reach for Benny to silently ask for a kiss. “That’s not a bad thing.” Besides which, you know why he’s tired this morning - getting up to cheek in Benny’s gift a few times in the night so you didn’t have to.

Frankie grunts, shuffling closer in a rustle of sheets to press against Benny's back and his lips find the other man's shoulder. "I'm old, remember?" He teases, voice still raspy with sleep. "I need more sleep."

“And we love our old man.” Benny grins, reaching back to pull him closer with one arm while offering you a place against his other side at the same time.

"Hmph." Frankie wiggles closer and digs his fingers into Benny's hip slightly before he caresses the skin. "Love you." He hums quietly, his nose pressed against the other man's shoulder blade.

“I say we snuggle for ten more minutes before we get up.” There’s nothing you want more than to laze around in bed with the two most important men in your life, but there is a big reason to go downstairs early. “How does that sound, Francisco?”

He smiles against Ben’s back, always loving the way you say his complete name. His head pops up and he shoots you a small wink that Benny misses. “Should be good.”

“You guys excited to go to Will’s later?” The other Miller brother is hosting the big holiday supper this year and it’s sure to be an amazing meal, as always.

“Hmmm.” Christmas at the elder Miller’s house will be fun, and it will be the last time that it’s held there for a while. Frankie and Benny have strong ideas of the baby having Christmas at home while they are young. “It will be fun watching Benny whine at his brother.”

“Why am I gonna whine?” Benny asks, pouting at Frankie purely for effect.

“Because that’s what little brothers do.” Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss his cheek. “And you enjoy watching your brother fume.”

“He makes it so easy.” Benny chuckles and draws Frankie into a longer kiss. “How could I not?”

Frankie chuckles into the kiss and pulls away to move away to get out of the bed. He will go around to your side to kiss you. “Let’s get up then.”

“Yay!” Benny practically bounds from the bed, ready to be your twin anchor with Frankie because you started having trouble getting up from lying down a couple of weeks ago. “Christmas!”

“Well, it’s not a mystery who’s going to teach the baby to get up super early on Christmas morning,” you giggle, shaking your head at Benny while you gratefully take both of their hands to pull yourself up.

Frankie snorts and when you are on your feet, he pulls you close and leans in over your belly to kiss you. “You know it.” He murmurs and smirks slightly as he brushes his nose against yours. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Francisco.” Leaning into him is not as easy as it used to be, but it’s worth the effort.

“We should get out there before Benjamin implodes.” Frankie squeezes your hip and shares a small grin, excited to see his reaction to the gift the two of you had decided on.

“Gonna explode all over the both of you if you stand there and make out in front of me,” Benny teases, waggling his eyebrows at the both of you.

Frankie snorts and rolls his eyes at his husband. “Jesus, Ben…on his birthday?” He teases, sending him a wink.

“Wasn’t Jesus born in March? I’m sure I’ve heard that before.” Benny wrinkles his nose, grinning at Frankie and enjoying the tease as he gives it right back. He snags your cardigan off the back of the closet door and holds it out for you to slip into then leads the way downstairs. “Our last Christmas as a family of three,” he sighs wistfully.

“Do you need to pee first?” Frankie asks, his hand on your back as he slowly helps you down the stairs. It worries him the larger you get, not wanting you to fall.

“Always,” you laugh, knowing Frankie will go as far as actually escorting you to the downstairs bathroom to make sure you don’t lose your balance. “And then a cup of that really good orange herbal tea while we open presents?”

“Whatever you want.” Frankie promises, smiling at you. He knows he’s being a little extra, but he doesn’t want anything to happen to you or the baby. Especially since you are so top heavy now. Miller makes giants apparently.

“Whatever?” Even just a little tease is more than you can resist, and you grin at Frankie as he helps you down the stairs. “So I can have a spiked cup of coffee and some sushi later on?”

“Yes.” Frankie promises, turning you and kissing your nose. “Just as soon as this one is howling angrily at being evicted from your womb.” He teases, caressing your bump. “I’ll bring it on ice so you can have it as soon as you get cleaned up.”

“Three and a half more months.” You sigh dramatically, laying one hand over his on your belly. “Nearly there.”

“I’ll bring you two rolls.” He promises, smirking happily. “Go pee before Benny starts opening the presents without us. I’ll make your tea.”

“Thank you, cariño.” You bat your eyelashes at him before turning down the hallway, and Frankie heads into the kitchen to find Benny already sashaying around the room brewing a pot of coffee and getting out the bag of bagels he picked up for this morning.

There’s a giddy air of anticipation and Frankie smirks as he walks by his husband and reaches out to slap his ass affectionately. “She’s gonna get settled and then we can spoil her.” He promises, moving over to your kettle to heat the water.

“I got her a chocolate chip bagel, and it’s gonna have peanut butter and banana slices. Does she want tea?” It’s pretty much all you’ve been drinking lately, so he’s not at all surprised.

“Of course.” Frankie moves over to the cabinet that houses the growing tea collection. “The orange one is a favorite right now.”

“You want your coffee spiked, handsome?” Benny moves around the kitchen easily, grabbing the bottle of Bailey’s to add a shot to his own coffee mug. It is a holiday, after all.

“No.” Frankie shakes his head. “She’s grumpy about no alcohol so I’ll suffer with her.” He knows you won’t mind, but it’s alright with him. He wants to focus on what’s coming up today.

Benny stops for a second, considers the bottle in his hand, and puts it back in its place on the bar with a nod. “Solidarity,” he hums, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s cheek.

“Good boy.” Frankie murmurs, loving how thoughtful Ben is when he ponders on things. “Let’s get our Christmas started.” He’s eager to make sure that nothing spoils the surprise for Benny, having prepared for it as much as he possibly could.

Bagels and drinks are brought into the living room, and Frankie turns on the tv so you can pick a Christmas movie to have playing while the day begins. You turn on Jingle Jangle and pick up your tea, humming at the soothing scent of orange. “Who wants to go first?” You ask, glancing eagerly at the tree.

Frankie wants Benjamin to go last so he immediately pipes up. “You should go first, baby.” He nods towards his husband. “What do you think?”

“Absolutely.” As much as Benny does like to get presents, he likes to give them more. And he retrieves the trio of boxes with your name on them to set in front of you with pride.

“So much for small gifts this year,” you joke, looking at the multiple packages in front of you and the multiple packages for each of them under the tree.

“I think we all knew we were full of shit.” Frankie points out, moving your bagel and tea over to a tray closest to you so it doesn’t get in the way of your presents. “Just wait until the baby comes.”

“All baby gifts, all the time.” There will be gifts of other kinds, too, you’re sure of that. But you know none of you will be able to resist getting things for the baby. The first box in front of you is meticulously tied up in gold ribbon and you know Frankie must have been the one to tie it so well - Benny would have gone all out with the fanciest wrapping paper he could find and the biggest bows known to man. Inside seems to be an entire Lindt shop’s worth of chocolate and you groan deeply in appreciation. “It’s perrrrfect, baby. You spoil me.”

“You never have enough chocolate in the house it seems.” Frankie chuckles, remembering when he had accidentally eaten the last truffle without knowing and you had cried.

“There are much worse pregnancy cravings to have,” you defend with a sheepish grin. Unwrapping a dark chocolate and orange truffle immediately and popping it in your mouth, you groan happily and sigh. “Christmas is done,” you joke. “This is all I need.”

“Told you that we should have dipped orange slices in chocolate.” Frankie huffs at Benny with a grin. “She would have loved it.” Your obsession with oranges has been a vast source of amusement. Even asking for an orange vinaigrette on salads.

The way your eyes light up makes both men laugh, and you grin sheepishly to boot. “We can still do that,” you nod eagerly.

“Done.” Benny declares, knowing that whatever you want while you are pregnant - hell, while you are married to him and Frankie - you get. “We will make them, baby.”

Tearing the wrapping paper on the second box reveals a plethora of home spa items: a foot bath, bath robe, lotions, therapeutic salts, and bath bombs that will probably last you well past the last few months of your pregnancy. “You guuuyyysss…” There are grateful tears in your eyes when you look at your husbands, knowing Frankie didn’t do all of this alone. Fitting, since you didn’t do Benny’s gift all alone either. “Thank you so much.”

“That comes with foot rubs and lotion rubs anytime you want.” They had considered doing a coupon book, but abandoned the idea just with unlimited options being their go-to.

Reaching across the side table is difficult with your belly in the way, but both men lift out of their seats to exchange soft kisses with you, and you pick up the last, small box with a grin. “How is there more? My husbands absolutely spoil me.”

“Because you deserve everything.” Benny murmurs softly, his eyes slightly misty with joy.

“I love you, too.” The small box is the kind that you can buy to put a gift card into, but when you open it up there is a brochure for the day spa in the next town over - with an appointment card that lists no date but has a phone number to call to book and the words “Maternity Package” neatly printed on the bottom. “Guys…?” You look up at both of them, tears forming all over again as you hold up the appointment card in wonder. “This is—you—you booked me a spa day?”

“Oh shit, you hate it.” Benny worries, panicking over the tears, but Frankie jostles him and shakes his head.

“No she doesn’t.” He huffs before he reaches for your hand. “Yeah baby, we want you to go and get pampered, relax and just feel good. You can schedule it whenever you want.”

“This is so sweet of you.” Despite the conversations about wanting you to be off your feet for the last trimester of your pregnancy, both Frankie and Benny have been so supportive of you not wanting to give up working just yet.

"You deserve it." Benny insists. "You are growing our baby. It's a hard job and you're doing amazing." He's always been in awe of women and you just have blown him away with your strength.

“Thank you.” Pulling the robe out of the big box, you swap it out for your cardigan and sigh at its warmth and softness. “I love you guys so much.”

"Knew she would put it on immediately." Frankie grins at you, sending you a small wink. They had relaxed their hold on the thermostat in order to keep you comfortable but it was still colder than what you would probably like.

“It’s so soft.” And oversized. This is definitely the definition of a pregnancy robe. “You go next, Frankie,” you urge, knowing you both want Benny to go last.

There is a slight pout to his lips as he looks between the two of you. "I told you not to get me anything." He huffs, rolling his eyes at his husband and wife's refusal to listen to him.

“Benny pulled your name, baby. There was no chance of that happening.” Sitting back in your favorite armchair with a grin, you pick up your bagel to have breakfast while Benny eagerly slides several large boxes in front of Frankie to open.

“You did too much.” Frankie protests, looking at the size of the boxes and tries to figure out what he did for him. “You’re supposed to be saving your money Benjamin.”

“We’re doing fine, baby. More than fine. And you work so hard.” Benny shifts closer to Frankie on the couch, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You deserve to be spoiled, too.”

“You already spoil me.” Frankie turns and leans into the kiss for a moment, stealing another moment of affection. He’s spoiled just from being loved by the two of you so unconditionally.

“Go on,” Benny urges, grinning with that giddy excitement of a little kid on Christmas morning gleaming in his eyes.

Frankie grins at his husband’s enthusiasm and starts to tear into the paper, freezing for a moment before his eyes whip back around to Ben. “You—”

“I know you’re picky.” Benny couches, instantly worried that he’s gotten something wrong. “If it’s not the right model number or something we can exchange them.”

“Benjamin.” Frankie breathes out in awe, ripping off the rest of the paper to reveal the box for the new lathe that he had been drooling over. The joy of making the baby’s cradle had turned to frustration when the lathe he had kept breaking and yet he hadn’t been able to justify buying another one. “It’s—it’s great. Perfect.”

“Oh good.” The sigh of relief he breathes is palpable and Benny smiles. “Your workshop is gonna get a dad-level upgrade, baby.”

It takes him a moment but after a few blinks of his eyes, Frankie throws his head back and laughs before he reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of Ben’s neck so he can drag him close for a kiss.

“There’s more, baby. Keep going.” For as many years as they have been together, the joy in the two men’s relationship has never faded. Benny and Frankie have been at each other’s sides for years and being allowed to witness these moments of happiness between them makes your heart swell.

“Brat.” He huffs, shaking his head at his husband even as he looks back at the lathe. “Dad-level upgrade huh?” He asks, extremely grateful to have everything he wants and more this Christmas.

“Next.” The smile on Benny’s face when he puts the second box in front of Frankie is beaming.

"Okay." Frankie is excited, knowing that Benny is, and he quickly tears into the next present. "Ben." He chokes when he sees the toolbox that Frankie had been saving for. A rolling Snap On that makes his current toolbox look like a toy. "You—oh fuck, you messed up now." Frankie laughs. "The Snap On guy is going to get all my money when he rolls up."

“As long as you’re happy.” Benny is giddy with the success of his ideas, knowing that Frankie loves his workshop and the escape that it provides him. “We love you. So much.”

"It's too much." Frankie huffs, even with the wide grin on his face. "I love you too, more than you will ever know."

“Merry Christmas.” Benny opens his arms to the older man, letting Frankie snuggle into his side and holding him tight for a long moment together.

"You are ridiculous and spent too much, but I love you." Frankie kisses his lips one last time and he pulls away from him before he looks over to you. "Are we done with me? It's time for Benjamin?"

“Benny’s turn.” Your eyes flash excitement at Frankie as he hops up to retrieve the first part of the gift despite it technically being from you. There’s no way Frankie would let you bend and lift and shuffle anymore - he’s barely allowed it since the day you found out you were expecting.

It has been a lot of work, making sure that this goes off without a frankly, very nosy Benny, finding out. Frankie had thought about giving Ben two gifts in one, but only if you had wanted to. Luckily, you had thought it was perfect. The box is heavy and Frankie grunts as he picks it up. “Here we go.”

“Are those all for me?” Benny stares, pointing at the stack of boxes still under the tree when Frankie brings the first over to him.

“Yes and no.” Frankie grins when the box settles down in front of Ben without giving away what is inside. “You know how you wanted to do a gender reveal?” He asks him, reminding him of the conversation weeks ago.

“Yeah!” Benny sits up eagerly, looking between you with misty eyes. “You guys, is this a gender reveal?!”

Frankie looks over at you, knowing that you are going to tear up as well. “Yeah, Benjamin, it’s a gender reveal.” He murmurs softly.

Benny vibrates, eagerly ripping into the wrapping paper on the lid of the box and blissfully unaware of the holes on its other side. “Oh—oh my god!” The lid of the box pops off almost without his help, giving way to the sunny face of a happy, eager puppy with a pink paisley print collar and a handwritten tag hanging from it. I’m a girl! Just like the Bean!

You and Benny gasp almost in unison, but your hand flies to your belly as Ben lifts the wiggling puppy into his arms and coos at her. “They’re—” Benny is all but crying as he looks between you and Frankie and you don’t blame him. “They’re both girls?”

“Yeah.” Frankie reaches for your hand and covers your stomach gently. “You’ve been saying you wanted a puppy for Bean to grow up with, so…she will be her first friend.” He had hoped Ben would love the gender reveal and puppy being the same sex as the baby.

“She’s so sweet!” And licking his face all over, which has Benny giggling instantly. the little puppy fits in his arms effortlessly and he thumbs the tag with affection. “A little girl,” he breathes, turning his watery eyes to you.

“A little girl,” you nod, gripping Frankie’s hands tightly as you try to absorb the reality of the moment. You’re going to have a daughter.

Frankie had been proud when you had given him the envelope with the sex of the baby inside. Bawling like a baby himself when he opened it in order to pick out the right puppy from the couple who had been trying to find good homes for the litter. “Miller makes girls, apparently.”

“What kind of puppy is this little nugget?” Benny’s eyes are wide and full of love as he strokes her short fur. He looks like he’s never going to let her go ever again.

“She’s a mix. Golden retriever and bulldog.” Frankie had fallen in love with her sweet face and knew that you and Ben would love her. “They said she’ll be good around kids. Especially once she’s trained.”

“She’s gonna be the best little girl in the whole world.” Benny coos, burying his face in the puppy’s fur. “You need a name, little girl! Did Papí Frankie name you already?”

"No way." Frankie shakes his head, wanting to let Ben name the puppy. "That honor is yours. What do you want to name our sweet girl?"

“We’re gonna need two names.” You lean over to press a kiss to Frankie’s shoulder and beam at Benny. “But the puppy gets a name first.”

“What’s the battle cry from the movie you love?” Benny looks over at you with glee. “Towanda?”

“Towanda is an Amazon warrior alter ego. You might give that cute little pup a complex.” You nearly snort out your sip of tea and shake your head at him. “If you want to name the dog after a character from Fried Green Tomatoes, Idgie might be the way to go.”

Frankie grins as Benny looks at the puppy again, smothering her in kisses. “Idgie, huh?” He murmurs, actually liking the name for a pup. It’s unique.

“Is that your name, lil’ baby?” Benny is completely in love, cradling this wriggling puppy in his arms and letting her sniff and lick all over him. “Is that your name, Idgie?” He croons, giggling when she barks happily. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Lord.” Frankie rolls his eyes and looks over at you with amusement. “He’s going to be sleeping with the puppy tonight.” He predicts, knowing how long he’s wanted a puppy.

“Obviously!” Benny rolls his eyes like he can’t believe Frankie ever doubted him.

Laughing, Frankie shakes his head and nods towards the other wrapped gifts. “Do you want us to open them or are we allowed to touch the puppy too?”

“Nooo, you can hold her.” Like it’s some kind of grand permission, he hands Idgie over to Frankie and dives for the other boxes under the tree, now certain that they contain all manner of puppy things within them.

Scratching behind her ears, Frankie leans over for you to love on the puppy. “What do you think?” He asks you quietly. He had handled getting the pup so you could be surprised too, while you had gotten the supplies.

“She’s absolutely precious.” The pup is loving and excitable, giddy to have so much attention this morning. Your eyes are still watery, though, and you look at Frankie in awe. “We’re…we’re really having a girl?”

“We are, baby.” Frankie nods and pulls out the picture of the ultrasound that had been in the envelope. The little girl parts circled for you to see. “We’re gonna have a little girl.”

Idgie seems immediately concerned when tears fall down your cheeks, and she licks them away with determination. “It’s okay, Idg,” you laugh at her response to your overwhelmed joy. “Mama’s just happy.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Hope you know you’re on puppy training duty, Miller.” He teases Ben.

“Frankie’s gonna end up sleeping in the middle of the bed so I can get up when I need to pee, and Benny can get up with Idgie.” You predict, scratching the puppy’s head affectionately.

Benny pouts for a second, looking up from pulling the dog bed out of a box. “Hey.” He huffs. “I—you planned this, didn’t you? So you can sleep next to her.” It’s a joke, although he knows Frankie misses sleeping next to you and has been grateful that Ben needs to touch you in his sleep. A slight sense of propriety or possessiveness has emerged since that first ultrasound.

“Nobody’s taking away your cuddle time, Ben.” You would never. Benny is so proud of your pregnancy and slightly caveman about it, and you not-at-all secretly relish the attention from both of your husbands. “You can just as easily slither out from the middle of the bed. I have faith in you.”

Frankie rolls his eyes at his husband. “Pendejo.” He grumbles under his breath at how ridiculous he can be at times. “Open the rest of the presents.”

Toys, a leash, bowls, a bed, treats, food, and training aids are all inside the last remaining boxes, and the guys laugh at how wild you had gone in getting things for the new puppy while you were at the pet store. Idgie has everything she could possibly need and yet you’re sure you’ll end up back at the store within days to go nuts again. But together this time.

The puppy goes back to Benny and Frankie smirks as he literally lays down on the floor with the sweet girl as she jumps on him. "What do you think? Was it a good gender reveal? A sweet little girl for our little girl?"

“It’s perfect.” Benny giggles when the puppy licks a stripe up his cheek after climbing into his chest. He turns his head to look at both of you with a grin. “And now we can narrow down that name list for the baby.”

"Yes we can." Everyone had been throwing all kinds of names onto the lists. The lists are getting longer and longer as time goes on with every single one that any of you vaguely liked. Hell, Ben had added Wednesday to the list the other day after watching the new Addams family show.

“We can save the ‘boy’ name list for baby number two.” Shifting out of your armchair now that you’re done with your breakfast, you carefully shift to the living room floor and brace your back against your chair to help your back. Little Idgie comes bounding over, happily yapping and waggling her whole bum because her little tail is so tiny.

"She certainly likes you." Frankie hums happily, finding that the puppy is friendly with all of them. It bodes well although he knows that this dog is going to be Benny's until the baby is older.

“She’s such a little love bug.” You laugh when the puppy bounds over to Frankie after giving you sufficient kisses. “Hopefully she’ll love her sister just as much.”

"She will." Frankie predicts. "She is Benjamin in puppy form." He teases, sending a small wink towards the younger man. "She's gonna adore her and protect her, just like her daddy Benny."

Picking out what they wanted to be called as fathers had been a long-winded process, wanting to make sure they had distinct names so they could eventually teach the baby how to call for each of them individually. Deciding on daddy and papí had made both men so happy that they had cried telling you about it.

Benny beams, nodding eagerly. “You know it. No one’s gonna mess with our daughter. Between Idgie and me, she’ll be ruling the playground.”

“Kindergarten Crime Boss.” The joke makes all three of you laugh and Frankie shakes his head as he gives Idgie belly rubs.

“She’s a good girl, yes you are.” Frankie coos to the happy puppy as she yips and tries to chase his hand.

“I think I like the nature names the best.” You tell them out of nowhere, looking up from where your hands had been smoothing over your belly. A large portion of your baby girl name list were names from nature and you’ve been looking at those names secretly on your own for weeks now.

Frankie freezes, looking down at Idgie. “Which ones are speaking to you, sweetheart?” He asks, curious if you have any favorites out of the ones on the list.

“Maybe Autumn? Or Flora…or Daphne?” The way you shrug clearly shows how self-conscious you are about the topic even though it makes you unbelievably happy to think about. Naming your child is a huge decision.

“I like those.” Benny agrees and Frankie nods.

“I was along the lines of Sierra or Luna.” He admits, smiling softly. He reaches over to stroke your stomach. “I’m okay with any name as long as she is healthy and bears our last name.”

“That sounds like a nice top five.” The smile on Frankie’s lips makes it onto yours. “We don’t need to decide today. I just…knowing the baby is a girl, it made me think.”

“We are going to have to get started building her a dream play area.” Benny pipes up. “Not just a princess tower, but girls do cool shit too. Badass spaceship and teach her how to slay her own dragons.”

“A fighter like daddy and a pilot like papí.” The idea of such personal things made with love for the baby makes your heart swell, and you squeeze Frankie’s hand gently in your own. “I love you guys.”

“Baby, you have given us everything we’ve ever wanted.” Frankie assures you. “Every fucking thing. You—you’re completing our family. First with you and now with our little bean.”

“We all know she won’t be an only child.” At least, you have all expressed wanting more than one child, so as long as it isn’t a danger to your health, you’re planning on having one more.

“Of course not, but if she was it – hell, if you didn’t want kids – we would be complete with you.” That had been a conversation at one point because while Benjamin wanted to be a father, he had wanted you more.

“It’s a good thing we all wanted to be parents, then.” Nothing in the world has made you happier than this progression - the pregnancy and the guys’ proposal, the wedding and the honeymoon - all of it leading up to the arrival of your first little Bean. It’s the perfect dream that you never expected to get, and you’re so grateful to have found men who share it.

“Okay, no crying on Christmas.” Frankie declares before he rolls his eyes. “No more crying on Christmas, how about that?” He corrects, knowing tears have already happened. “Today is going to be perfect.”

“Today already is perfect.” Benny declares, burying his face in Idgie’s little pot belly when she trots back over to him and flops on her back at his side. “Isn’t it, good girl? Isn’t today perfect?”

Frankie grins at Benny, reaching over and caressing your stomach before he leans over and presses a kiss to your belly, receiving an enthusiastic kick for his attention. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Seems like the bean is enjoying herself, too.” Just something as simple as having a pronoun for the baby nearly has you blubbering again, but you exhale deeply and manage to keep the happy tears at bay.

“She’s going to enjoy every Christmas.” Frankie vows, watching as Benny fawns over the puppy. He doesn’t miss the happy tears and the way that he has tucked the little note into his pocket. Frankie winds his arm around your back and pulls you towards him. “We’re going to remember this for the rest of our lives.” He hums. “And next year, we’ll be holding our other sweet girl and watching the three of them play together.”

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