Epilogue-Madison

One Year Later

I t's finally the opening night of Sweet Cocktails Minneapolis. The guys and I have worked hard to make this night a success, considering all of our futures are riding on it, especially with the little one I'm carrying.

I haven't told them I'm pregnant yet. We've only been married a couple of months, and with all the stress from the wedding and the bar's grand opening, I didn't want to add anymore onto their plate. Besides, we'll have plenty of time to celebrate.

"Is everything ready?" I take a seat in between Caleb and Owen at the bar.

"Almost. How about we have a toast to the bar's opening and to our future?" Caleb pours three glasses of champagne, handing one to Owen and me before taking one himself and lifting it in a toast.

"Hear! Hear!" Owen raises his glass to Caleb's as they both look at me, waiting for me to raise mine.

"Oh, right," I say and raise my glass, clinking it with each of their glasses before bringing the glass to my lips.

I watch over the rim of my glass as they each down their champagne in one gulp. They set their glasses on the bar, giving me a quizzical look.

"Aren't you going to drink your champagne?" Caleb raises an eyebrow, waiting for my reply.

"I, um, can't." Ugh, this isn't how I wanted to tell them. "I can't drink the champagne because I'm pregnant."

"I told you so," Caleb smirks.

"You win." Owen pulls his wallet from his back pocket, takes out a hundred-dollar bill, and slaps it on the bar next to Caleb.

"But, how did you know? I didn't tell anyone."

"Madison, you know you have amazing tits, right?"

I roll my eyes at Caleb's obsession with my breasts, "How could I forget with the way you're always touching them."

"Exactly, so since I'm an expert on them, I noticed they're getting bigger, and I can tell by the way you flinch if I'm pinching your nipples too hard that they're a lot more sensitive than they have ever been."

"Hmm, I guess I've been too busy eating her ass to notice her tits."

"Really, Owen, you just had to go there." I feel the heat in my cheeks, not from embarrassment but from the thought of Owen's tongue licking his favorite part of my body. While Caleb is a breast man, Owen is definitely an ass man.

"How about instead of champagne, I make you a virgin cucumber martini." Owen offers.

"I have a better idea. How about after the opening, you take me home and give me the real thing."

"I think I like how you think, Mrs. Wilson-Evans," Caleb says as they both take turns kissing me.

I've made my peace with my ex-fiancé because if he hadn't left me, I might have gone through with the wedding and been miserable, never knowing the love of these two wonderful men or the love of a child we all created together.

"Have you thought of a name for the baby?" Owen asks.

"I was thinking if it's a girl, I'd like to name her after Mae."

"And if it's a boy?" Caleb asks.

"Then his name will be John." At their shocked expressions, I add, "Just teasing."