CHAPTER FIFTY

STELLA

The Wedding Day…

Last night was rough for everybody. That's an understatement in all honesty. Lucy and I made the decision to sleep apart from the guys, since it was the night before our wedding. And we won't see any of them until we are walking down our aisle to get married. This was not a group decision, and it was met first with refusal, and then ultimately the utmost hesitation. It was my idea initially, although Lucy quickly agreed with me. I think it was hardest on me oddly enough since I orchestrated the entire damn thing. Without my guys, I have nightmares. They aren't as bad as they were initially. Still, they recur and make falling back to sleep tough, because I'm afraid to go back to the horror I was just in. At about two in the morning, Lucy woke me from yet another one and held me while I cried, followed by threatening text messages from Gage.

Gage: Respond to me or I'm breaking down the damn door.

I messaged him immediately so he wouldn't act on his threat.

Me: I'm okay. I promise.

This morning I'm feeling like shit, because I know how all three guys are about us. It must've been torture for them to hear me crying out, and being unable to do anything about it.

I grab my phone and text our group chat while Lucy still sleeps.

Me : I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to upset you.

Gage : You were crying, mama. Of course we'd be dying to come to you.

Me : I know. I'm sorry.

Mav : It's not your fault, Stel.

Gage : Is Lucy up?

Me: Not yet. I'll wake her in a few.

Gage: Good plan because if you're late, I'll come up there, carry both of my women over my shoulder and drag them to the fucking altar.

Me: Are you being romantic again?

Gage: Always, little mama. I'm the most romantic out of the three of us.

Me: Where is Sebastian?

Mav: Shower. Probably jerking off thinking about our wedding night.

Gage: Breakfast is outside your door. Don't let it get cold.

Me: Thank you.

Gage: You're welcome, baby.

How that man can be an absolute asshole one minute, and then the sweetest thing in the world the next, I'll never understand. I guess that's what makes him so swoon worthy for us. He is an asshole to everyone except us. He may not be Mr Romance, but Gage loves us, and it shows. If you had told me a couple years ago that this would be the end result, I would've thought you were nuts. He'll never be up for man of the year, but he's ours and we wouldn't want it any other way.

I brush the hair out of Lucy's face and wake her gently. She awakes with a yawn and immediately asks if I'm okay. I assure her I am and move to the door to get our breakfast. I bring it inside and quickly close the door and lock it, before setting the tray on the bed.

Glancing at Lucy, I shrug. "Gage made us breakfast."

He doesn't generally make breakfast, Sebastian normally does, I think because everybody agrees Pretty Boy makes better breakfast foods. However, I do find it sweet that Gage made breakfast for us and put it outside the door, without even trying to come in.

We sit on the bed with our plates on our laps and dig in. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, hash browns, fresh fruit, and muffins are entirely too much for women that are pregnant and have to fit into their dresses shortly.

We both take a few bites of our food.

She giggles. "Sebastian is definitely the better cook."

After we both finish, I take both plates and put them back on the tray and set it outside the door and fire off a group text.

Me: All done, Daddies. Thank you. It was delicious.

LUCY

Is it pathetic of me if I say I never want to sleep without the guys again? I think they make us feel safe, because we both sleep better when we're in the same bed as one or more of them, and that's something I never thought I'd say. I can't believe when today is over, they'll all be our husbands. I mean, I know it's technically not legal, and won't be recognised outside of our family, but what matters is that we solidify our connection, our family. We're going to be bringing babies into this world, and they're going to be loved, protected, and so happy. There's no way we're ever getting away from Mav, Gage, and Sebastian, and that's exactly how we want it.

I mean, Gage even cooked breakfast for us, and admittedly, the pancakes were a little on the salty side, but they were still good. Pancakes need a little salt, if I'm honest, but maybe that's a Brit thing.

I catch up on the messages I missed in our group chat, and giggle at Gage's response to Stella.

Gage : Only the best for our ladies, our future wives… babymamas? Always happy to stuff your mouths and bellies.

"He's such a perv," I tell Stella as I send him a little row of shocked emojis and set the phone down. She's already stripping out of her pajamas and gathering up her lingerie to wear under her wedding dress. Since our hair and makeup will take a while, we're both showering early, so we can perfect that, then we'll be walking each other down the ‘aisle' to the gazebo outside.

I feel that familiar pang of sadness, when I realise that I always thought my father would walk me down the aisle on my wedding day, even though I never thought I'd get married to one man, let alone three men and one woman. There's no way my parents would have willingly been involved in this wedding, and as much as I'm disappointed in their attitudes, and I know I'm better off without them, it still hurts.

I'm nervous as I wait for Stella to finish in the bathroom, and simultaneously realise that my stomach isn't rejecting my breakfast today, when it has most other days lately. Is my body giving me a break for this special day, or is it my baby who decided to go easy on me?

As I'm gathering my own lingerie and walking to the bathroom, since the shower has been silent for five minutes, something happens. Something weird and unexpected. Something in my stomach twitches, and I gasp, my hand instantly landing on it. What the hell?

I clearly let out a yelp when it happens, because the bathroom door opens, and Stella reappears, showered, and wet-haired.

"Lucy? What happened?" Then she looks at my hand, and her eyes widen.

"Did the baby finally kick?" Fuck, is that what that was? It was weird as hell. It made me think of that horrible Alien movie.

"Jesus, I think so, babe. I nearly shat my pants when it happened. It felt so freaky." It does it again, and I giggle, not finding it so horrific now that I know what it is. Stella's already reaching for me, when I catch her hand and press it over the same area of my stomach. It doesn't happen again, and we both start to relax, our smiles fading, when there's another sudden twitch and we both squeal excitedly.

"I felt it!"

"I wish the guys were here to feel this," I say, pouting at Stella, because I'm weak enough that I'd have let them in last night.

"Soon, Peanut, now go shower, so we can get ready!"

Our phones both chime, and we laugh. Stella grabs hers and shows me.

Gage : You two better not be getting it on without us in there!

Mav : They wouldn't… would they?

Sebastian : Maybe they need our help. We should rescue them.

Oh shit!

"NO! Don't come in!" I yell, and yelp again as Stella swats my ass.

"Shower, dammit!"

SEBASTIAN

I'm becoming a little concerned that the girls will walk down the aisle to a brawl. If Gage asks Mav once more what time it is, he's probably going to punch him in the face. Mav always wears a watch, Gage and I do not, so he's the only one that knows the time. Gage is a ball of nerves, which is odd for Mr Nerves of Steel. Then again, I think we're all a little rattled waiting for them. When you're standing at the altar waiting for the rest of your life to begin, five minutes feels like five hours.

"I hope they like the suits," Gage murmurs to me, as he fiddles with his suit jacket for the millionth time.

"You look hot as hell, baby, stop worrying."

He smirks at me. "I look better naked. I still think we should've done this nude."

I chuckle lightly. "You tried, and they said no."

Even though this isn't a legal ceremony, it was rather challenging to find a minister who would perform it, because most of the ones we talked to literally gasped when we explained the situation. The combination of five people marrying each other and finding out that we have all been together sexually, was too much for the religious folk, which I get. It's not really surprising, but it was disappointing that so many people looked down on us, for loving more than one person. And yes, some people of the same sex.

There is no one here except us, the minister, the violinists, and the help Gage hired to serve us dinner. It's just us celebrating this day, but all three of us men agreed that the girls should have everything traditional their hearts desired. However, it's slightly bittersweet, because we all know how much it's going to affect Lucy, to not have her parents here. I think every little girl dreams about her dad walking her down the aisle. One thing I know for sure, we will never make the same mistakes with our children. Killing any asshole who tries to touch my daughter? Sure. Being willing to disown her over her choices? Fuck no. How on earth any parent goes from loving their newborn child, to treating them like shit, I will never understand. We will get Lucy through today like any other day. She won't go through it alone; she'll have each of us to remind her life is better this way. All four of us will give her all the love and support she never had.

Gage wipes a bead of sweat on his brow. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to shut the fuck up," Mav growls in warning.

And I can't help the grin on my face, because our family is perfect. Dysfunctional as fuck, but perfect.

I'm pretty sure all three of us are holding our breath. Here we go.