Birdie's POV
August
I was five months pregnant, and I had never felt better. After months of morning sickness, I was finally feeling much better. Every day felt like it would be the best day ever, and not only was it my eighteenth birthday today, but also the day I’d find out about the gender of the baby.
I wanted to tell all of them at the same time, so I waited for them to come to the living room. We had just eaten dinner, and they were still outside drinking their beer, but it was time for some fun.
My s*x-drive was incredibly high lately, and all I wanted was a d**k inside of me. I didn’t care whose it was, or how many of them at once; I just needed to get off.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have any feelings towards them anymore, but being pregnant made me feel like a s*x-addict. Altho
