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"i think this is good for him," simon says as he sits on the garden furniture (it's the perfect summer day again. you're making the most of it, before it get's too hot and your feet get too swollen and it gets too uncomfortable).

you're tucked against his side, head on his shoulder. humming, you shuffle as close to him as you possibly can. "maybe we could keep him around," you suggest, only halfway joking. (because your kids really do love him. and he is good company. and you know simon likes having him here).

simon chuckles. "sure he'd love that," he say, fingers coming to rest on your chin. with two fingers, he gets you to look at him. "i think he likes you, too," he whispers and kisses you once. it's quick, so quick you're not even sure it really happened. but your husband would never torture you like that.

your arms wind around his neck. "yeah?"

he kisses you again, humming against your lips. "can't say i blame him. my wife is fucking sexy when she's pregnant."

you scratch at his scalp and scratch. "wanna go up stairs while the kids are entertained?"

you could have. you so easily could have let him take you upstairs, let him pump his cock into you and fondle your tits until your legs are spasming on either side of him. but you don't. you can't. you can't leave johnny down here, an unwilling babysitter for your kids.

reluctantly, you push your husband away. "later," you promise and press one last quick kiss to his lips.

simon grunts before he lets you go. you stand, hand on your swollen belly, and waddle over to your children and your guest.

all three of them look up at you. the kids squint and johnny puts his hand over his eyes, shielding them from the sun. "having fun?" you ask the three of them.

"yes, ma'am," johnny answers and trinity giggles. "the weans an' i thought we could handle lunch today," he says and sits up.

you breathe out, unable to hide your smile. "thank you, johnny," you say, grinning down at him. "that's really sweet of you."

johnny looks at your kids, still laying on the floor, staring up at the clouds. "what's a we-ain?" trinity asks, her brows furrowed. but she's still looking at the clouds, like she's still trying to figure out all the shakes the clouds can show her.

the laugh johnny releases isn't malicious; he's not making fun of your daughter as he gets to his feet. "you are, bub," he says and helps her up. he does the same with noah, getting him up.

they lead johnny to the kitchen, pulling him after them. you're calling after them, like every mother does. telling them to be careful, to wash their hands and let johnny do the chopping up.

as they head inside, you head back to your husband. "i like him," you say as simon uncrosses his legs and reaches for you. he pulls you onto his lap, not caring for the extra weight you're carrying. "but i thin trinity and noah already having him wrapped around their pinkies."

"wouldn't surprise me." he squeezes your hips. his fingers toy with your dress, with the material of your skirt. "we could be really quick," he whispers. "come on, love. let me fuck my pregnant wife."

you breathe out like he's being ridiculous. "fine," you say anyway and raise yourself up.

simon pulls your underwear down your legs as you fiddle with his belt buckle. he touches you, touches your thighs as you manage to get his belt off and free his cock.

as badly as he wants to take his time with you, as he normally does when you're in the privacy of your bedroom, simon doesn't. he can't, not when johnny and the kids are whipping up sandwiches. it's bound to be chaos that the two of you have to clean up after.

you sink down onto him, a hiss leaving your lips. you've much rather be lying back, his strong muscles keeping him above you. but this'll do for now.

thank god your husband is strong, built like a beast. he raises the both of you up and thrusts into you. over and over again, his pace already rapid. he just has to get you there, just have to have you spilling over the edge and squeezing his cock until he's following closely behind you.

your head falls onto his shoulder, making the sweetest noises. he grunts, squeezing whatever he can grab.

it's such a relief when you finally finish, when he finally manages to take you over the edge. simon gives a few shallow thrusts before he finishes, spilling inside of you. "wanna get you pregnant again after these two," he whispers.

"fucking hell, riley," you reply as he slips out of you. "gonna have a small army on our hands."

and johnny watches from the kitchen window. eyes transfixed as your kids fill the sandwiches with the toppings he'd prepared before he caught sight of you and your husband.

he watches now as simon meets his eye. his scarred lips tip up and he whispers something in your ear.

you turn around and smile at johnny. it so warm, it doesn't feel right. but then you stand, still covered up. but he can see your underwear, near your knees. you pull it the rest of the way down, putting on a little show for johnny, and drop it into simon's lap.

"johnny." trinity tugs his hand for his attention. "can you cut the sandwiches into triangles? they taste better that way."

"of course we can," he says and comes over to cut up the sandwiches. he tries one and hums, nodding his head. "you're right, trin! delicious."

***

bed time has been and gone. johnny can't help but feel bad as he sits on the sofa. you and Simon had to deal with reluctant vegetable consumption and bath time while he got to read the bed time story (noahs request. he loves johnny's accent.)

simon sit beside him, a wide space between them. there's something playing on the TV, but he doesn't know what it is.

he's too busy thinking about you.

you, pulling your underwear down your legs. you, dropping your underwear into your husband's lap before you headed inside to help with lunch.

you're upstairs, getting ready for bed, and he's thinking about you. it's not fair; you're married.

he hears you come down the stairs. a sigh leaves your lips as you walk into the room. both men turn their head when you pause, looking at whatever crappie is playing on the television.

"those kids love you," you say as you walk in front of simon and sit down between them. "noah wanna a mohawk now."

Simon chuckles as you ease yourself down beside them. "no way," he says, shaking his head.

but you look at johnny, hand on your bump. "how you doing?" you asked, your free hand reaching for his.

johnny breathes out, his body sinking into the cushions. "great," he says honestly. "seriously. thanks for having me."

your shoulder touches his. you're warm where you touch him, leaning against him. "you can stay as long as you need to, you know that?" your hand leaves his, touching his thighs instead.

he should be between you and your husband, caged in by you. but you work with what you've got.

"johnny," you whisper, dragging your nails up his thigh. "I know you were watching us earlier."

he swallows thickly and looks past you, looking at simon. but he's just touching your back, letting you do what you need to do.

"can I touch you, johnny?"

he doesn't know. but simon makes no move to stop him. he doesn't pull you away and kick johnny out.

so, he nods.

you're still smiling when you free him from his shorts. no underwear, he's already ready for bed. "wow," you say, moving closer. "it's so pretty, johnny."

you pump your hand twice. johnny's breath in is sharp, but he let's you move, hands by his sides.

and then, you spit on it. its not violet, more of a dribble. just something to make this hand job easier.

a noise is pulled from johnny's throat. a moan, a whimper, you're not sure which. but you keep going, swiping your thumb over his tip.

his body shudders. "you're doing so good," simon whispers. johnny isn't sure who he's talking to as he grabs the bottom of your shirt and lifts. "good boy."

his eyes are shut, head thrown back when you whimper. he shudders, the sound getting stuck in his head like a song on a loop. you do it again as johnny hisses, his eyes opening.

"fuck." it's the first thing he's said since you started touching him. but it's not because of you touching him, not from the pleasure you're bringing him, but from the sight of your husband, his hand in your underwear to touch you.

and simon just chuckles. "she's fucking soaked," he says, other hand coming to fondle your tits.

you don't kiss his lips. but your lips find his shoulder, his neck. it's almost sweet as he's bucking his hips up to meet your hand.

he feels like a kid again, an intense orasgm he can't control, making a mess and spilling onto your hand. he's panting, your fingers still wrapped around him, hips still moving as he comes down.

and you? you're shaking, coming apart of your husband's fingers. he'd picked you apart, pressing all the right buttons to have you finishing, breathing heavily against johnny's neck.

he's still, stiller than he has been with any other woman. but this is an experience like no other. he breathes in a deep, shuddering breath as you bring your hand to your mouth. fuck, he thinks when you lick it clean.

but simon stands. "come on, love," he says and helps you to your feet. "let's get you to bed."

you accept your husbands help and stand. johnny watches you, both of you. the way simon holds you, as if that's the only thing keeping you standing. he hands you your shirt and you pull it over your body.

"goodnight, johnny," you whisper and lean in to press a kiss to his lips.

he doesn't know if he can kiss back. he's still, letting your lips move against his. and, just when he works up the courage to kiss you back with your beast of a husband standing behind you, smiling like an apex predator, you pull away.

he watches the two of you, your retreating forms. "night," he calls because he doesn't know what else to say. he tucks himself into his shorts and sits there for a moment, willing his heart to stop beating so damn fast.

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it was the fastest way to travel to the island, something john would have considered luxury. that was if his partner (not in the romantic sense of the word) wasn't currently hyperventilating. they didn't have to deal with a boat ride, they didn't have to deal with excited kids and already fed up parents. they were travelling in style.

arriving to the island by boat would have taken hours; on the private plane they were almost there. "gaz, look," john said as he pointed into the distance.

but gaz couldn't look.

the plane touched down on a small strip of tarmac. kyle kept his eyes shut as they landed, hands gripping the armrest on either sides of him. only when the plane came to a stop did he begin to calm down. he swallowed, sucking in deep breaths. "y'know, that wasn't too bad," he mumbled.

john chuckled to himself and stood up. he grabbed his bags and led kyle off of the plane. a car was waiting for them, but there was no sign of shepherd or the mysterious doctor bones.

john and kyle sat in the car. the driver spoke to them, his voice coming through a little speaker at the back. she told them about the park as they drove through it, about the rides and the attractions (the different skeletal statues they saw on the way in (kyle could have identified them, even if he didn't have his glasses on).

finally, they pulled into the visitors centre. the driver killed the engine as a man in a suit approached. he was cool and confident, striding across the pavement to get to them.

the man pulled open the door. "professor price, professor garrick," he said, standing to the side as john climbed out of the car, kyle behind him. "my name is alejandro, part of the lab team." he reached out to shake their hands. "it's an honour to meet you both."

he began walking, leaving john and kyle no choice but to follow. "our behaviour analyst used a lot of your work to help when she first became part of the team. your papers on herbivores and plant life helped int he design of many of our herbivore paddocks," he said.

kyle remembered that paper. it was the first paper he had published after finishing two years of teaching palaeontology at university. The Effects of the Cohabitation of Herbivores on Wilf Flora and Fauna.

Alejandro kept talking as he led them through the visitors centre. he led them around kids who were so happy to be learning about dinosaurs, parents who were trying to seem less enthusiastic, but were just as excited.

an escalator took them up to the top floor and alejandro used his card to swipe them into a restricted area. "welcome to the control room," he said, holding the door open for them both.

the control room was impressive. more people than kyle could count, all typing away at computers. they had tiny screen of their own, but a giant screen was in front of them. a map of the island, filled with symbols neither of the professors could decipher. different dinosaurs flashed up on the screen.

"ah, professor price! professor garrick!" a man strode towards them, one they recognised to be herschel shepherd. "it's an honour to meet you both."

he shook both of their hands, but john spoke first. "i've heard you've got some dinosaurs to show us, mr shepherd," he said, forcing a smile.

that was all they were here for, after all. to see some damn dinosaurs.

shepherd look past them. when he called two people over, john and kyle turned.

you strode up to both men. "professor price, professor garrick," you began, taking john's hand and shaking it rather enthusiastically. "i've read all of your papers-" you moved onto kyle and began shaking his hand. "i'm a huge fan of everything you've done in your careers."

before you could say anything more, shepherd introduced you. your last name was so familiar to john. blackwood. he just couldn't place it.

he glanced at the other person that approached, standing behind you. he was physically huge, tall with broad shoulders. he sipped from a mug, white with BONES printed across it. "ah, doctor bones," john was unable to stop himself from saying, holding his hand out to simon.

simon stared down at johns outstretched hand. "not a doctor," he said and sipped from his mug.

from behind him, you cleared your throat. "um, i'm doctor bones," you said. "except, simon's right. i'm not a doctor."

john turned on his heel, staring at you with wide eyes. "you're do-bones? the person that's been sending us so many emails?"

you couldn't hide your grin as you nodded.

suddenly, john took your hand, shaking it himself. he was just as enthusiastic as you were, and your smile grew. "oh holy shit. i read through all of your critiques of my latest paper and they were fascinating! and it's all stuff you've learnt working at the park?"

"is it!" you cried, unable to contain yourself. "it was your research i used when putting together the main herbivore paddocks! actually, its really fascinating. each species has their own-"

but you didn't get to finish your sentence. "bones," herschel said and you dropped john's hand.

"sorry," you squeaked and stepped towards simon. a protective arm found its way around you, keeping you safe. but you didn't need keeping safe, not in an environment like this.

shepherd nodded towards simon and he put the mug, your mug, down. "this is our trainer, one of the key reasons my park is so safe," he said and introduced simon by name.

you watched as professor price twisted his features into a frown. he was still so goddamn pretty, though. no, you were here as a professional, meeting two more professionals that you totally weren't fangirling over (who am i kidding? you totally were). "what do you mean by training?" he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest. "you're training the dinosaurs?"

simon couldn't stop his crooked grin. he loved it when smart types came his way. "yeah," he answered, his thumb moving against your hip.

john raised his chin. "what dinosaurs do you train?" he asked.

lip pulled between your teeth, you looked positively ready to burst. go one, bones," simon said and pinched your hip.

you couldn't hide the way you grinned as you listed off the training simon had done. starting with the herbivores, moving onto the impressive work he had done with rexy and taz. your eyes seemed to sparkle the entire time you spoke.

but then you moved onto the velociraptors.

that part you kept short, as if you had suddenly become bashful. but you weren't bashful, simon knew. you were secretive, protecting the research you had conducted together.

john turned around, his focus on shepherd. "when can we go and meet them?"

***

johnny was in your seat. but you couldn't complain as you sat in the back of the truck with professor john price and professor kyle garrick. it was like a dream come true.

between asking john and kyle all about their digs, you watched johnny and simon interact. every grumpy thing simon said, johnny had a charming response, one that had simon's scarred cheeks turning pink.

approaching the first set of gates, simon flashed his ID badge. "you ready, bones?" he asked as he drove on. through the second set of gates and across the field.

"get us closer, ghost," you muttered, leaning forward.

johnny turned towards you, wearing a grin you couldn't help but match. it had been two days since he met bertha, but he was just as in love as you were.

as soon as simon parked the truck, johnny climbed out. he opened the back door and gestured for kyle to do the same. you followed him out, john behind you. you cupped your hand around your mouth and called for your big baby bertha.

she raised her head from where she was grazing. a low vocalisation left her throat as she started towards you.

john's mouth fell open. he watched as the entire heard looked towards all of you. most went back to munching on the grass around their feet, but one approached.

"It's real," kyle said through a gasp. "it's all real." it took everything he had not to drop to his knees.

"that's my girl," you said, not quite grasping how unbelievable this was. real dinosaurs. walking. breathing. living dinosaurs. it wasn't supposed to be real, but here it was. undeniable. in front of them.

bertha bent her head and you fed her something from your pocket.

"john." kyle reached for him, trying to grab his arm.

swallowing, john nodded. "i see it, gaz, i see it."

with a grin, johnny turned towards the two professors. he knew the feeling, had only felt it himself a few days ago. he looked towards you and simon, at the way you both had your eyebrows raised. a feeling you had both forgotten.

"wanna meet her?" johnny asked, grabbed kyles arm. he guided his hand until he was touching bertha's leathery muzzle. "she's gorgeous, isn't she?" he whispered as bertha turned her head towards you and you fed her another treat.

kyle swallowed and looked at his hand. she was real. a real dinosaur. not photoshop, not a trick of the light. real. his attention turned to you. "she's... is she the egg you raised?"

you gave a nod, scratching under her chin. "i used your paper on the herd structures of sauropods and a paper your referenced on introducing new horses to a herd when si and i brought her here."

kyle knew the paper you were referring to. it was one of many studies he'd found on introducing animals to each other, but the paper on horses supported what the bones told them. and here was living, breathing proof that his theory was correct.

the amount of research kyle could do here, it was endless. "can i?" he asked, holding out his hand. you dropped a double of treats into his palm and bertha turned her attention to him.

"so." john folded his arms and turned to simon. "what tricks did you teach this one?" he asked.

simon ran through the list of everything he had taught Bertha since she hatched. most of them were silly, things that were much more useful when she was smaller. his favourite one was freeze, made healthy checks much easier.

"ghost!" you shouted. simon lifted his eyes, watching your smile grew as kyle fed Bertha her treats.

beside him, john snorted.

"wot's so funny?" simon asked.

"nothing, nothing," he replied. "why does she call you ghost?"

"that's classified," simon said quickly, his expression darkening.

john didn't push. he raised his hands in mock defence and looked towards the great big dinosaur.

after a few minutes, simon checked his watch. "bones!" he shouted, pulling your attention away from kyle and bertha. "we gotta go!" he patted the bonnet of the truck.

from as far away as he was, he could see the pout forming on your lips. kyle could see it, too. he held his hand over his eyes, shielding them from the sun as you gave Bertha the 'down' command.

she lowered her head, simply as if she was grazing. you could have climbed onto her neck with it this low. it was a trick you had done a couple of times, when you knew the cameras weren't being watched. "good girl, bertha," you said and gave her the last of the treats from your pocket.

"she really is something," kyle whispered, feeling the leathery texture of her skin one last time. he turned to walk away, back towards john, expecting for you to be beside him.

but a hand held you back. "bonesy baby," johnny muttered, lacin ghis fingers through yours. for a second he glanced past you, making sure simon wasn't about to drive off without the both of you. "hang back a mo'."

you pulled your hand out of his, letting your nails scratch against his palm. "what is it, johnny?" you asked, looking genuinely concerned for him.

when he smiled at you, your worries visibly eased, frown disappearing from your face. "i wanted te' ask ya' somethin'," he said and you blinked at him, waiting for him to continue. "come t' dinner wit' me tonight?"

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