Delayed Pt. 5 (Patreon)

Sorry for the delay (haha) in posting this month. The holidays have been crazy at work. I have a few more things ready to post soon but might not get them up till the new year. In the meantime, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Delayed Revisited

Part Five

“Hey, everyone,” Peter waved at the camera from the floor. “Sorry ‘bout the delay. It's kind of a theme now, huh?” He chuckled as he looked down at his over half exposed belly. “Anyway, since you guys have been so understanding about the, well, delay, I decided to do something special for you today… I won't be interacting with you all this time ‘cause I'll be a little busy with my special guest here,” he explained as he quickly looked off camera at Richard, who was taking his shirt off. “He asked if he could fuck my big tits and course I said yes! As you'll see in a second, he's really excited, and so am I. Hope you guys enjoy!” He winked and waved again.

Richard took his cue and joined Peter in front of the camera. No introductions were made, but his name and who he was, weren't important. What was was the fact he was about to have sex with Peter when he was more pregnant than he'd ever been before. More pregnant than Richard had ever imagined him getting…

The lawyer wasn't sure whether or not his ex realized his ultimate plan was to have sex sex with him, probably because he hadn't made that entirely clear. But they were rolling now so hopefully, Peter would roll with it when the time came…

“Take your shirt off, babe,” Richard said as he let his briefs drop to the floor and stepped out of them.

As soon as his underwear was removed, his cock sprang up and slapped against his toned middle. As much as he loved seeing his ex so hugely pregnant, Peter loved seeing him still so trim and well-muscled. Richard might've been older, but the extra years had been very kind to him.

Peter made a slow show of removing his enormous (yet still not big enough) t-shirt, which had already slid more than halfway up his belly. Once it was off, he tossed it aside and placed his hands on the bulging sides of his pregnancy, somehow making it look even bigger than it already did.

“Fuuuuuuck…” Richard said low and slow as he looked down at him.

Topless, his younger ex looked even bigger. He looked massive. Everything about him.

“That was a good ‘fuck,’ right?” Peter quietly asked as he slowly slid his hands up his belly till they reached his tits.

Gently, he lifted the milk-filled melons from where they'd sagged off to either side of his belly and then brought them together, creating some seriously deep, delicious and inviting looking cleavage.

“That was a very good ‘fuck,’” Richard confirmed, slowly nodding as he stared at his ex's huge nipples intently, watching as they perked up even more.

“Good,” Peter smirked as he moved his thumbs and forefingers so they could grab onto the protruding nubs and gave each a light squeeze. “So..?” He asked as gingerly, he bounced his boobs up and down.

Richard continued to stare for another few seconds, then stepped forward till his hairy shins bumped against the front of his pregnancy. After making contact, he took his cock in his right hand and gave it a few tugs.

“So open up…” he replied, not demanding that Peter do so, but not exactly asking him either.

This, Peter hadn't been expecting… He frowned as he released his tits, grunting as they dropped back into place without any support.

“Um, I thought you were going to…” he started to say.

“Oh, I am,” Richard confirmed with a nod. “But first, you need to get it wet!” He said as he wagged his thick nine inches in front of his ex's face. “Don't wanna bruise those nice, ripe melons… Not too much, anyway!” He winked down at him as he continued to ogle his chest.

Peter sighed. In the heat of the moment he was now somewhat regretting, he'd quickly become OK with Richard fucking his tits for everyone willing to pay to see, but blowing him live felt slightly less kosher. But then he thought about it a little more and realized that a titty fuck was probably going to lead to an actual fuck, maybe still while livestreaming, so in a way, a blowjob just seemed like a natural progression. So, as he let out another sigh, Peter slowly leaned forward, forcing Richard to take a couple steps back as his overdue, triplet-packed belly commandeered more space between them.

He grunted as its equally heavy and unyielding underside came to rest on the floor of his office. Though this gave his pregnancy support, almost instantly, Peter's back really started to ache and he grunted again as he reached out in front but more so to the sides. He braced all ten of his fingers on the floor for whatever (probably little) support they'd be able to provide. Whatever they could, he needed it.

“I'm just getting it wet,” he said to Richard as he looked up beyond his undeniably tasty looking member and midsection, to his undeniably handsome but once again, slightly smug looking face.

“Just getting it wet,” his ex nodded back as he let go of his cock and let it bounce between them.

Peter closed his eyes for a couple seconds. I'm just getting it wet, he silently repeated to himself. I can deal with…

Before he was able to finish his thought, Richard's shins pressed harder against the front of his belly. This caused Peter to release another grunt, which caused him to open his mouth… His ex used what he'd purposely caused to his advantage, quickly shoving himself all the way down Peter's throat till his neatly trimmed pubes were brushing against his lips.

“Mmmmmmpppppgggghhh!!!” Peter groaned in muffled surprise around his sudden mouthful.

He'd taken all of Richard many times, but not for some time. He'd taken all of Brad more recently so he wasn't entirely out of practice, but his boyfriend was a couple inches shorter and at least one thinner than his ex. Even though Peter didn't necessarily appreciate the quasi-rough treatment, it was fairly typical of Richard and in a way, he was proud that he was still able to handle it, especially now.

Peter bobbed his head forward and back a few times before pulling all the way back and away from Richard's cock, gasping as he sucked in air and wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand.

“There. It's wet…” he said, trying his best to not sound annoyed.

“I'm sure your viewers would like to see you get it a little wetter, dear,” Richard smiled down at him.

In so many words, Peter's ex was telling him he wasn't done yet. The overdue younger man knew he could've been if he wanted to be, but he quickly thought about it and decided he owed his viewers more… While it was undeniable that in many ways, he'd done more than enough for them, especially one of them, in just as many, he hadn't…

Most of his viewers had stuck around to watch as he continued to blow up while increasingly, Peter sat there in the camera doing less and less for them, hardly able to manage putting on a performance. So with a quiet sigh and another roll of his eyes, he opened his mouth wide and leaned forward again, taking Richard all the back down his throat again but this time, at his own pace.

Standing over him, Peter's girthy ex also released a sigh as he moved his hands to his trim hips and let his head fall back, but only for a moment… After looking up at the unremarkable office ceiling for a second, Richard lowered his head and gaze and watched as Peter blew him, really getting him wet.

“That's a good boy,” he commended with a smirk as he took his right hand, reached out, and gently ran it over Peter's left cheek.

Boy… Peter was younger than Richard, but that didn't make him a boy… At the moment, he was hardly even a man, more a barely mobile baby factory, stuffed beyond capacity with large, overdue triplets he still somehow needed to get out of him after still somehow managing to keep them growing inside of him for another two weeks.

Since he and Richard were there to give his viewers a show, the fecund content creator finally put slightly more effort into his unexpectedly extended, unexpected oral performance… Peter moved his right hand to take hold of and then jerk Richard by the base of his cock while he “eagerly” sucked on the rest of it.

As he did, he moved his left hand to play with his chest, purposely avoiding his nipples now so he (hopefully) wouldn't start to leak. Given all the pressure already built up within his bloated chest coupled with all the motion/commotion it would soon be subjected to, Peter knew that not leaking was highly unlikely… Finally, just when his jaw started to ache, Richard pulled out and stepped back.

“I'd say that's wet enough for now” he winked down at his ex, who was eyeing the big and thick, slobbery knob hovering in front of him.

“I'd say so too,” Peter replied as he wiped his mouth with the back of the hand that had been holding Richard.

Giving the blowjob had left him winded and his positioning further constricted his lungs. Starting with his right, Peter placed his hands behind him, slowly leaned back and then took in as deep a breath as he could. Leaning back offered up more of his belly, resulting in a combination of spit and pre dripping from the tip of Richard's cock landing on it.

“You're gorgeous, Pete,” the lawyer complimented, his voice low and deep. “You really never have looked better before,” he shook his head. “I kinda hope I am the one who did this to you… Jesus, you're a blimp!”

“A gorgeous blimp?” Peter laughed.

“If such a thing exists! Anyway, you put the Goodyear to shame, that's for sure!” His ex chuckled back as he stepped forward and let his shins bump his belly again, fortunately, a little gentler this time. “Now where do you keep the lube?”

“In the bedroom,” Peter replied. “I'd go get it, but…” he trailed off as he looked down.

“We'll use lotion or oil then,” Richard said. “I know you keep some in here.”

“From watching my streams…”

“Yes, from watching your streams…” he admitted with a sigh.

“Bottom drawer,” Peter smirked as he nodded towards his desk. “Why do you need it though, are you gonna give me a belly rub?” He asked as Richard stepped away to retrieve the lubricating agent.

“I'm sure some belly rubs will be given, but I need it to grease up your tits!” The lawyer said as he bent over and rifled through the lowest drawer.

As he did, he gave Peter a great view of not only his strong ass and thighs, but his big, bull balls dangling below and between them. Richard's nuts looked to be very heavy and full at the moment…

“Like I said…” he continued. “I don't wanna bruise them too much!” He smirked as he straightened back up with a bottle of baby oil in hand.

One of Peter's expensive lotions would've been a better choice as it would've kept his skin slicker for longer, but all things considered, the baby oil seemed to be more fitting as it would make his taut, warm flesh nice and shiny. Regardless, Peter was quite literally in no position to argue and didn't want to prolong the process as he was already having trouble staying upright.

“So how are we gonna do this?” He asked as he turned his neck forward and looked back down and out at himself. Somehow, even he still couldn't believe how big he looked…

Massive as his tits had grown to be, each now the size of a honeydew, his left slightly larger and softer since he was right handed; his belly was still so much bigger. Obviously, there was no avoiding it, so in order to access his chest with his cock, Richard was going to have to straddle his biggest orb, if his legs were long enough and even capable of spreading that far apart. The lawyer wasn't known for being very flexible (in any way) after all…

Richard looked down at his ex and frowned. He hadn't thought that far ahead either, but his cock twitched again as he pondered their limited options. A bed would've helped a lot, but there wasn't one in the office and they'd already gone live, so he needed to come up with something quick.

A few seconds later, he reached the same conclusion as his fecund ex. “I'm gonna have to straddle you, or at least try to!” He grunted. “Think you can lean back a little more?”

“I'm gonna have to if there's any hope of you getting your legs over and around me and both of your feet still reaching the floor,” Peter replied.

“My thoughts exactly. Want me to help?”

“I need you to!” He grunted this time.

Working slowly and awkwardly together, the formerly married couple got Peter positioned so he was more reclined. He ended up leaning back and bracing on his elbows rather than his hands, as well as just his big ass and now, all of his feet versus just the balls (much to their relief.) His belly still towered high over and out in front (and to the sides) of him but a small gap had been formed between the top of it and his tits, which hopefully would be enough for Richard to successfully work with.

With his strained spine now slightly more elongated, it was a little easier for Peter to breathe, yet his new position was hardly a comfortable one. The middle of his back remained unsupported up in the air, so he already knew the titty fuck he'd promised his ex and his viewers probably wasn't going to last too long…

Before attempting to straddle Peter, Richard went over to adjust the camera again, making sure to keep what he could of his ex in frame, focusing mainly on his belly and tits because really, what else mattered? Peter was a very good looking guy, but at the moment, his pregnancy was his main draw.

Once he'd gotten the angle perfect again, he walked back in front of the camera, bobbing cock leading the way, followed by his large, pendulous balls, which swung back and forth in his sack as they bounced against his thighs. “You ready?” He asked as he lifted and started to swing his right leg over his ex.

“Ask me again, and the answer's gonna be no, now come on!” Peter huffed in response.

“Oh, don't worry, I plan to!” Richard smirked. “Cum on you, that is!” He winked.

“Not in?” The overdue content creator asked, trying a little harder to get more into the act he was putting on. Then again, was it really even an act at all anymore?

“I didn't say…” Richard paused as he stretched his leg a little higher and wider.

He didn't get to finish his response before he grimaced at the burn emanating from his groin (and not in a good way.) It seems he really did need to work on his flexibility, but the good news was he was currently just flexible enough to get both legs around Peter's giant pregnancy, though his knees and upper thighs were pressing firmly against its rounded upper sides, causing both of them to grunt.

“You… did it,” Peter winced as he tried to adjust to the added pressure.

“Barely!” Richard grunted again as he looked down, his cock hovering right above his ex's bloated breasts.

“You should really try… yoga,” younger, hipper and sometimes more flexible/mobile Peter suggested as he realized he was feeling Richard's balls resting atop his belly. “But for now…” he paused, really wanting to say, ‘can you just get to it?!’ he instead finished, “Grease them up, then fuck these big, milky melons, daddy!”

“With pleasure!” His ex grinned.

Richard popped the oil open and proceeded to squirt an extra generous amount directly onto Peter's breasts. Even before he started rubbing it in, he coated them, using way more oil than needed, which after setting the bottle down on the desk, he proceeded to knead into them, simultaneously slickening and shining them up.

The overdue, over-packed with triplets content creator grunted from the floor again as his chest was handled in a manner slightly rougher than he would've preferred. Peter tried his best to otherwise keep the added discomfort to himself, even though he knew it was probably just a matter of seconds before his breasts started to leak, if not…

Spurt.

All of Richard's rubbing, tugging and squeezing proved to be too much and suddenly produced two thick and powerful jets of warm breast milk. With each hand holding onto what it could of its respective milk-filled melon, he'd inadvertently raised and aimed the prominent nipples capping each right at his bare crotch, resulting in its thorough soaking.

“Whaddaya know…” he chuckled. “Maybe we didn't need the baby oil after all… Could've just used your milk!” He mused as he continued to squeeze.

“Ohmygod, stop it!” Peter huffed. “You're making me… make a mess!” He groaned as more milk positively gushed from his boobs, thanks to the added pressure created by his ex's kneading hands.

“Don't worry ‘bout the mess…”

“Ric…”

“Your viewer count,” Richard quietly cut him off as he glanced at the computer.

“What about it?” Peter asked at the same level.

“It's going up. By a lot, so just go with it!” Richard replied. “I promise I'll clean up later…”

As he did, he pushed and then held Peter's breasts together, then moved his hands further under them. Next, he proceeded to lift the orbs till Peter's nipples were almost sticking straight up. Then, he squeezed again…

This time, the powerful spurts he produced ended up pooling between the mounds, briefly filling the tight and deep cleavage he'd created before it slowly seeped through the crack between them and down the front and sides of his ex's bulbous middle.

More viewers meant more money, which Peter was obviously, always a fan of, but all the milk Richard was forcing out of him wasn't going to just coat his belly… Eventually, it was going to get on the carpet.

“You owe me a… professional carpet cleaning…” the overdue man quietly groused.

“Stanley Steemer gets your home cleaner!” Richard sang the company jingle as he forced yet more milk and another grunt from his ex.

“Save some for the… kids!” Peter said as he dipped his chin, unintentionally wetting it.

The mention of children brought Richard slightly back to base. “You're right…” he sighed as he looked down at the mess he'd made.

Even though most of it had dripped through Peter's tight cleavage, the milk it had been coated with had mixed with the baby oil, creating a thick, creamy and frothy concoction that intrigued the attorney… Richard's cock remained at the ready and further added to the mix as it continued to leak pre-cum. Peter was justified in requesting a professional carpet cleaning, and even though it sounded like he had quite a hefty sum headed his way, Richard didn't mind paying for the service, already knowing the cost would be worth it.

As such, he saw no point in stopping himself from further adding to the mess… After giving Peter's boobs a particularly strong squeeze, Richard suddenly released them, letting the milk they released shoot and spray where it may. As his ex's still heavy and milk-filled mounds dropped back into place without his support, the younger man let out another moan as his eyes rolled all the way back in his head as his throbbing, burning nipples continued to powerfully seep.

Though he'd obviously already counted them with enough, Richard grabbed the bottle of baby oil off the desk and gave it another generous squeeze over Peter's heaving chest. With the bottle back in place, he reached out and took the large melons back in his hands as he crouched a little and aimed his cock between them.

“Ahh…” he sighed as he pressed them together, his eyes rolling back as his shaft was embraced in a warm, wet, silky and slightly sticky hug on all sides.

Peter released a seductive moan as Richard's cock throbbed between his tits. As much as he often hated to admit it (now not being one of those times,) he still loved the older man's cock, everything about it… He loved its length and girth, and he loved the big, beefy balls down beneath it. He loved how Richard knew just what to do with it and he especially loved how powerful it was. It had for sure put five babies inside him, maybe even eight…

Richard grunted as he slowly began thrusting, his heavy belly dragging back and forth over Peter's pregnancy, full of more potent seed. Peter looked down and watched as the thick tip of his ex's cock popped in and out of his frothy cleavage. He moaned again as Richard pressed his tits tighter together and more milk spewed from his swollen nipples.

Over at the computer, the message board was going crazy. Peter's viewers were loving the show he and Richard were putting on for them.

“Oooh, fuuuuuuuck!” Richard exhaled a few seconds later, his eyes rolling back again. “You feel so damn good! Too damn good!” He grunted as he started to pick up his pace. “I'm gonna fuckin’...”

Cum, blow, bust, shoot. Whatever term for release he was going to choose, he didn't get to use it. Instead of a word, a long, deep groan left Richard's throat as he stopped thrusting his hips and held himself still, his cock pulsing powerfully as it released spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cum, much of which hit Peter's chin while some landed on his lips and tits.

“Woooo!!!” He huffed out as he finished shooting and let go of his ex's mounds, which promptly dropped back down to their heavy resting place. “Fuuuuuuuuck!”

“Wow…” Peter said, slightly breathlessly as he instinctively licked his lips, earning himself an overdue, familiar taste of his ex's salty seed. “That was a lot!” He chuckled as his messy chest heaved up and down. “Were you saving up?”

“I might've been,” Richard smirked down at him. “But don't worry, there's more where that came from…” he winked as he grabbed his still hard cock in his right hand and smacked its still dribbling tip against Peter's belly.

“And where's that gonna go?” Peter asked as he looked up at him.

“Where do you think?”

“Ric…”

“Let me help you up,” Richard said as he held out his hands.

Getting Peter back to standing was no easy feat. The transition was totally graceless in its motions and the sounds both men produced throughout. Between Richard's release and the great struggle that came after, the message board went crazy again, Peter's viewers shocked, amazed, intrigued and turned on by what they'd seen, and the show wasn't over yet…

Richard moved behind Peter and they finally, truly connected without his gargantuan pregnancy getting in the way. Richard's hands roamed the orb, rubbing what they could reach of the huge mass before making their way back up to Peter's breasts, causing him to man again as they were gently cupped and squeezed from behind.

For as much milk as they'd recently released, they remained quite engorged. As soon as Richard's fingers found Peter's pert nipples and he circled the large areolas, more milk was released. Richard pressed himself closer, nestling his erection firmly against his ex's ass, further straining his shorts.

“Oooh, please…” Peter pleaded.

He hated that he sounded so needy and desperate but he couldn't help it. He knew he was about to make yet another stupid decision, but he couldn't help that either…

Carefully working his legs behind Peter and his erection slightly harder against him, Richard slowly guided him over to the desk. The serial preggo's belly collided with its side, causing him to yelp, the babies to thrash and the camera to shake. With help from his older ex, on his count of three, Peter leaned back while Richard lifted what he could of the orb till its underside slid atop the desk, almost crushing the keyboard in the process.

Peter sighed as some of the weight and strain were taken off his aching back. Once he was sure Peter was steady without his support, Richard stepped from behind and went to adjust the camera again, really having to move it back so everyone would remain in frame.

Perched atop the desk, Peter's belly shelved his tingling, messy and still leaking tits higher to the point his chin sank back between them. He trembled and moaned again as Richard moved behind him again and proceeded to pull off his shorts. Even though he knew he really shouldn't have been, he was more aroused than he'd been in ages, probably since he'd gotten knocked up with the triplets…

“Ohmygod, I need you, Richard!” He practically wailed, finally getting his ex's full name out before he could stop him.

Oh well. There were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment…

Since he didn't have to worry about supporting most of his incredible bulk himself, Peter let his hands leave his back and roam over what they could of his lurching pregnancy. Following the titty fuck, the arduous task of getting back up, and colliding with the side of the desk, all three of the large, overdue triplets he was struggling to contain were now going to town in his overloaded womb. As a result, Peter threw his head back, closed his eyes and let out a noise that sounded almost cow-like as he became all but completely overwhelmed by the plethora of sensation he was experiencing…

He was filled to the brim, nearly to bursting, and yet he needed more… Peter needed Richard inside of him, back where he belonged… He needed to be fucked so bad, it felt like not only his, but the other three lives he contained, all depended on it.

He knew it was wrong on so many levels and potentially dangerous considering rigorous sex (which was just about the only kind he and Richard had) came with the risk of triggering labor. And still, he had to have it. Peter moaned in frustration and anticipation…

“Richard, I… OoooOooh!!!” He cried out as his ex grabbed his fat ass cheeks, parted them and then shoved himself in till he was in all the way. “Oooh, fuuuuuuuck…” he moaned. “Yesss!!!” He cooed as Richard took a firm hold on his hips as he pulled almost all the way back out and then slammed into him.

“This is what… you really wanted, isn't it?” Richard asked through thrusts and tightly clenched teeth. “You wanted my… big, long, fat cock… back inside your big, fat pregnant body again, didn't you?”

“Ohmygod, yesss!!!” Peter moaned as he threw his head back, his bloated body rocking forward and back.

“You just can't… get enough BIG cock and… babies… inside of you, huh?” Richard asked, pausing here and there to pepper his neck with passionate kisses.

“NoooOoooo…” he shakily replied as his bouncing tits started to spurt again. “I need it! All!!! I need YOU!!! I… OoooOooh!!!” He yelled, tightly palming the bulging sides of his enormous pregnancy as he came, his dick untouched, his load shooting against the side of the desk. “Fuuuuuuuck!!!”

While many of his sexual experiences had been with Richard, of course there'd been other guys, Brad obviously included. But including everyone who'd come before and after Peter's lawyer ex, there was only one person who'd been able to make him cum while being fucked, and that was Richard.

In a lot of ways, he hated that Richard had this undeniable power over him. In other ways, Peter loved it. It made what they shared all the more special, even if it maybe shouldn't have.

“Oh, Richard…” he moaned, now sounding as pleased and pleasured as he did disappointed.

“I'm right here, Pete…” Richard assured him as he continued to thrust.

*****

Peter didn't see all the feedback and commentary he and Richard had received till the following morning.

That was INSANELY hot!!!

More of this, please!

Damn, Petey… You gettin’ into porn now?! Not complainin’, just askin’!

It was like he was fucking MORE babies into you! How many more do you think you can take?!

YOU'RE FUCKING HUGE!!! HOW CAN YOU KEEP GETTING BIGGER?!

Is he the babies’ daddy? He's hot!

Bloody insane!

What's WRONG with you?! Whatever it is, I LOVE IT!!!

HOW THE FUCK DID HE NOT FUCK THOSE BABIES OUTTA YOU?!

Are you still planning to give birth on here? I hope so, but HOW?!

Good question. Peter groaned as he looked from the screen down to his bare belly and tits. What had he done?

Richard had left not long after he'd finished. Not much was said once he ended the livestream and got dressed. Before he went to collect the kids, he came over to the chair he'd helped ease Peter into and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead, leaving his overdue ex happy, confused and conflicted.

Once again, Peter was alone, left to deal with the aftermath of his bad decisions. What if Brad somehow saw the livestream? What if he found out about them in general? How would he react? Needless to say, probably not well…

All Peter could do was hope and pray that his boyfriend was naive as he thought he was and that he didn't look at things on the more sordid side of the web. That was literally all he could do. That, or finally come clean?

*****

Brad glared down at Peter. For the first time, he seemed big and menacing.

It was the following day and Peter had decided to spill the beans. To finally come partially clean and hope for the best. Things were not going well…

“”I’m so sorry!” He sobbed from the couch. “I didn’t mean to, unnnnnngh!” He groaned as his belly gave another one of its forceful shudders. “Hurt you!”

“Well, you did!” Brad replied, eyes filled with hurt and rage.

“It just happened! I didn’t mean for it to, but Richard and I… We…”

“The sex I can almost understand!” Brad huffed. “But the fact you’re telling me now that the babies might be his?!”

“I would’ve told you sooner ,but I wasn’t sure how serious things were with you and I?” Peter shrugged. It was a lame excuse. “I…”

“How could you doubt my intentions?!” Brad cut him off. “You lied! You told me they were mine!” He pointed at the huge, half bared swell perched on Peter’s lap, completely dominating it. “I believed you!”

“They still could be yours, Brad!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me till now!” Brad shouted as he paced back and forth in front of the couch. “I feel like an idiot! You had me thinking I was responsible for this!:” He pointed at Peter’s belly again. “And speaking of responsible, you let me be responsible for taking care of all your other kids! That’s so fucked up, Peter! Was I just a free babysitter to you?!”

“What?! No, of course not!”

Brad rolled his eyes as he released an indignant huff.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s too late for sorry now,” he shook his head as he turned and walked away.

“Where are you going?!” Peter called after him.

“Home. I can’t be here right now.”

“Are you coming back?”

“I don’t know,” Brad said as he pulled on his coat.

“But I need…”

“Help? Ain't that the fuckin’ truth!” He huffed again. “Well you're not gonna get any more from me till I figure some stuff out, so I suggest you call Richard,” he stressed. “God knows he'd be happy to assist!” He said as he yanked the front door open.

“But Brad, I…”

“How the hell did you think I was gonna react, Peter?!” Brad shouted, his voice cracking. “You used me! Tricked me! Lied to me! I dunno what's real anymore?!”

“I didn't do it on purpose, I swear! I just…”

“I need time, Peter,” Brad said, not waiting for a response before closing the door behind him.

Peter couldn't have gone after him if he tried, which he didn't. He was pinned to the couch not only by his huge belly, but now also his mounting worries and anxieties.

He hadn't wanted to tell Brad about Richard, but he'd already been keeping so much from him, he needed to tell him something… Peter knew it wasn't going to go or end well. In fact, he'd been expecting this very response, but that didn't make things any easier.

Brad was right about one thing, with him gone for who knows how long (if he even decided to come back,) Peter really did need to call Richard. He knew his ex would help regardless and somehow, he still had some self-respect, so he wanted to do as much as he (barely) could on his own, including keeping their custody arrangement the same despite the challenges.

Figuring Brad was going to dump him, before he came over, Peter had found and hired a nanny. Her name was Wendy and she was due to start working the following afternoon. But even with Wendy there, now that Brad was gone and he had Richard to contend with in a different manner, things weren't going to get any easier. The only thing guaranteed was that Peter and the triplets were going to continue to grow for two more weeks…