Epilogue

It felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my feet. A soft breeze could have taken me down. I sat on the edge of the bear-claw tub of our ensuite bathroom and tried to breathe in deeply, but I couldn't seem to catch my breath.

Two lines.

Two very pink, very pronounced lines.

I set the stick on my lap and picked up the other. This one had a digital screen that read PREGNANT. Pregnant.

My free hand dropped to my still flat stomach, and my eyes closed for a moment. "Breathe, Rosie," I whispered to myself. Our life was about to change. Big time.

The guys and I had been together for two years. Two of the happiest, most fulfilling years of my entire life. Six months after we got together, I got home after selling my first house, and they surprised me with a beautiful proposal by the pool. Two months later, we said I do in the same spot surrounded by my family and some of their closest friends.

Things had been great. For a moment, I thought that working with them would be too much, but if anything, it had all been seamless. I'd found my passion. Where my guys loved commercial and industrial real estate, I loved helping families find their own happy corner in the world.

And I was good at it.

Now, as I stared at the stick in my hand, I wondered if things were going to change. My daddies were going to become actual daddies. And even though we talked about the future constantly, I worried about how they might take the news. I wiped my face and slipped the test into the pocket of the long maxi dress I was wearing.

Summer was in full force, and it was the weekend. Elena was supposed to come over for some much-needed girl time, and she would be here any moment. I stepped into our bedroom, one the four of us shared. When we first got together, we'd hop about, and I would go from one room to another. I'd spend one-on-one time with the guys as well as all of us together. But it didn't take long before we deemed what used to be Malcom's room as the main room. There were still occasions when one or two of my guys wouldn't sleep in the same space, but even then, those were far and few between.

"Hey, princess. you ready for your girl time?" Casey asked. I nodded without looking at him. "Rosie?"

"Where are Mal and Jett?" I asked, my voice devoid of emotion. I am pregnant. I am going to have a baby. I should have been jumping for joy, but I was scared. Petrified with all the what-ifs bouncing around in my head.

"In the movie room. They wanted to surprise you with a charcuterie board."

"Sweet." My lips wobbled as anxiety got the better of me. They were always so sweet.

"Rosie?" he called my name again, and before I knew it, not only was Casey standing in front of me, he was carrying me to our bed. Shouting for Jett and Mal. They rushed over, and when I caught my breath as I ugly cried, I looked into each of their eyes and hoped that this wouldn't be the beginning of the end.

"Baby girl, you're scaring us. What's going on?" Mal asked, wiping away my tears as Jett stroked my thigh as I rested my head on Casey's chest.

"I wasn't feeling good and"—I sniffled— "I looked at the calendar, and I didn't think it was possible because I'm so good about taking it, you know?"

They all looked confused as their eyes bounced around, but when they met mine, I pulled the test out of my pocket, and the room went so quiet I could hear a pin drop.

"You're pregnant," Jett whispered, breaking the silence. I nodded slowly, hating the lead that seemed to be resting in the pit of my stomach. "You're pregnant," he repeated, and this time he chuckled.

"Fuck, yes! I fucking told you," Malcom muttered and leaned in to kiss me. "Wait, do you not want this?" His brown eyes searched mine as I looked at the three men whom I loved more than life itself.

"No, I mean, yes, I do. I'm happy. I just…" My lips started to wobble, and Casey cut in.

"Baby, we need you to breathe for us. Please breathe." I took a choppy breath and exhaled slowly. In one long sentence, I voiced my concerns. If they would be happy, would it change our dynamic, my worries about our life changing.

"Hey." Jett kneeled in front of me, taking one hand while Malcom took the other. He stroked my wedding ring. It was a band made of three thin bands that had diamonds paved into them. "We love you. We want a life with you, and we've talked about having a family."

"Talking and having one are two different things," I blurted out, and he smiled softly.

"You're absolutely right. They are. But, baby, you got us. We are here for you and all the babies you wanna give us. There is nothing that could happen other than death knocking on our door that would make any of us walk away. Do you get me?" I nodded, feeling a little calmer.

"I think my hormones and the shock of, well, this—" I lifted the test, and Mal took it. I could have sworn he had tears in his eyes as he stared at the test in his hands before they passed it around.

"We're having a baby." Casey grinned so fucking brightly I could have sworn his eyes glowed like the stars in the sky did on a dark night.

"We are." I nodded, and they all hugged me.

Together, no matter what, with love and patience, we would be okay.

Change was scary, but it was also a part of life.

And it turned out that adding to our family was not as scary as I had thought it could be in the moment. It turned out to be the best thing of our lives as we raised our kids together and watched them grow and thrive.

Love worked in mysterious ways.

One minute, you're a single girl living your best life, and the next, you"re moving to a state you've never stepped foot in to help your sister out, and then you're married to three of the best men in the world who are completely and hopelessly devoted to being the best daddies in the world and behind closed doors.

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