Epilogue 3

Seven months later

There"s an electric hum in the air as the crowd around me chants for an encore. The show was amazing, the first one they've done since our daughter, Kira, was born.

Our sweet baby girl is strapped to my chest, noise-cancelling headphones over her little ears. She is screaming with delight, a total simp for the concert life, as she wiggles and reaches her arms out for her daddies on stage.

We're in our own little VIP section in the middle of the front of the stage, keeping our baby girl away from the speakers.

"Do you want more, Las Vegas?" Zane asks, and the crowd goes wild. My sexy rocker walks toward us, his dark brown hair slightly damp with sweat and dressed in a leather jacket, dark jeans and no shirt. Griffin has nothing on but shorts and Everett is dressed head to toe in ripped everything. It's crazy to think these men, who the world loves so much, are mine.

"I don't know. What do you think, Ra-Ra? Should we do another song?" Zane asks, crouching down and putting the mic to Kira's mouth.

She grabs on to it with her chubby little hands and lets out a shrill scream of joy making everyone laugh.

"I think that's a yes." Zane chuckles, looking down at his daughter with a love I don't think I've seen towards any of us. "I think I know just the song."

He gives me a look, and I nod. Unstrapping Kira from my chest, I hold our chubby little butter ball out to her daddy. Zane takes her into his arms, and the crowd eats it up. She grabs his face and squeezes his cheeks together, making him chuckle.

My heart explodes with how damn adorable these men are with our daughter. They are the best men in the whole world. They love her so hard, and I couldn't think of better fathers for our kids.

Zane walks back toward Everett and Griffin. They move from their spots, going over to Kira and pepper her little chubby cheeks with kisses. She burst out into squeals and giggles. Grabbing my phone, I snap a bunch of photos.

"Alright everyone, one more song, then we gotta go put this little princess to bed. So, what's better than a lullaby?"

Kira rubs her sleepy eyes with her tiny fists before placing her head on Zane's chest. He puts the mic in its stand and holds Kira snug as he rocks back and forth.

The guys start to play, this slow rock beat. I melt for these men as I listen to the song they wrote about our daughter, the lyrics making me tear up. It's a song about a few knights not knowing how much you can love something until the world gave them their princess.

How they never want to see her hurt, to protect her from all the bad and slay all the dragons who threaten her safety.

Calvin wraps his arms around me, and I lean back into his touch as he places his chin on my shoulder. We rock to the music, letting it sink into our souls. Zane made sure Calvin helped with this song too, because it's written for our daughter, and he wanted him to be a part of it.

Life has been crazy-amazing since Kira was born. I'm still working at the High Roller on the weekends. Calvin and Zane have both taken over the label and made a lot of changes to fit their brand.

Everett and Griffin have taken on some more roles at the label but not much. They're mostly home with me and Kira, or writing music.

The band is still going strong, putting music out, but this is the first time they've performed live in concert since their world tour.

As for more kids, we've agreed on two years apart between each little one, so that I'm not pregnant for four years straight. I'd probably kill one or all of the guys if that was the case. Plus it gives us time to enjoy them at this stage because they don't stay little forever.

We did agree to get DNA tests done to figure who contributed to Kira's DNA. But we're holding off until we're ready to try for baby number two.

Not that we really need a test, seeing how Kira has Calvin's black hair and bright blue eyes. I think Zane is just in denial because apparently the two of them had a bet going to see who knocked me up first. And we all know my pain-in-the-ass alpha doesn't like to lose.

As the song goes on, I watch as Kira's eyes drift close and she sticks her little thumb in her mouth.

My ovaries explode, and if it wasn't for the temporary birth control I'm on, I'd be pregnant tonight, no doubt about that.

These men make me want to have all the babies. Seeing them with so much love, so much patience and dedication towards not only Kira, but me, I know I've won the lottery.

A small memory flashes between my eyes of us back in that music room, the guys playing with smiles that lit up the room as they looked at me with emotions I didn't understand at the time. The memory fades, replaced by the present. The same guys with the same look.

How couldn't I see back then that we were always meant to be. Despite how hard people worked to keep us apart, we found our way back to each other. We are destined, inevitable, written in the stars.

The song ends, and the crowd is amazing by keeping pretty quiet. Zane whispers a goodbye, and the crowd waits until Zane and Kira are off stage before losing their minds.

"Ready to go home, Darling?" Calvin speaks into my ear.

"Yeah." I smile up at him. "Take me home."

THE END