Epilogue

Two Years Later

Blair

"You know you shouldn't be doing that, right?" Dax asks from behind me.

"I wasn't doing anything," I reply as I get off the stepladder, Dax's hands on my hips the entire time.

"Beautiful." He sighs loudly. "I saw you with my own eyes." He turns my body toward his and hugs me tightly.

This is the same thing he does every time he comes into the store. Each of my men does. We have never hidden our relationship from the people who live in town. In the beginning, people were a little scandalized and some even stopped coming to my store. But Mrs. Ellis put all the gossiping to a stop when she stood up one Saturday at a ladies' pancake morning.

"You're all just jealous," she announced to the forty-plus ladies gathered. "If I were Blair's age and I got the chance, I would have jumped those boys too."

After that everything was back to normal. Well, as normal as my life could be anyway.

"I have work to do and I can't stand around waiting for one of you to get here. The store needs to keep running like it always has."

Dax frowns as Ford comes in through the back door. "You weren't always pregnant, Blair," he says gently.

His words fill me with warmth. I'm what is called a statistical anomaly. One of the few that tested negative and still got pregnant. Not to mention the guys also tested on the lower side of fertility.

"I told her to wait," Ford throws me under the bus effortlessly. "I only went to get her a smoothie. I wasn't even gone for five minutes."

Dax shakes his head as he cups the small bump of my stomach. "You need to be more careful. We don't want the baby to get hurt and we sure as shit don't want you to get hurt."

This baby is our miracle. None of us ever thought we would have a baby of our own and we were caught completely off guard when I found out I was pregnant. The Proving Test had been wrong as well as the tests my guys had taken. But we don't know if it will ever happen again so we are all being extra careful.

"But the work needs to get done," I say for the millionth time. "And I was being careful."

"All right," Holden cuts in. "Here's the deal. You can stack as many ground-level shelves as you want. And every afternoon one of us will come in and you can boss us around as much as you want."

I watch all three men carefully, trying to see if this a trick to get me to do what they want. Once I feel comfortable that they are going to stick to their end of the deal, I nod in acceptance.

"Thank you," Holden and Ford say at the same time.

"Now, can we lock up and go to dinner?" I ask. "I'm starving."

"Babe," Ford says. "You had half my sub no more than an hour ago."

"Yeah, well," I reply. "I'm eating for two now."

He holds his hands up in surrender as Dax and Holden chuckle.

"And your kid wants Mexican."

"Anything, Babe." Ford kisses the top of my head as we leave the store and head toward the restaurant.

This is my life now. The girl who was always alone, who fully believed her life was perfect even though she longed for more, finally has it.

Love.

Family.

And the devotion of three wonderful men.

The End