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“I love you,” I said, meaning it for both of them. “I love you and I want you and I feel whole with you.”

“Yes,” Artemis said. I could feel that was all he was capable of saying.

“I’ve never been so happy or so full,” Gideon said, nuzzling drowsily against my shoulder as I started to fade off.

The last thing I thought and felt before I fell asleep was that everything was perfect. I’d been blessed with two men I loved and who would keep me safe, and I knew we would spend the rest of our lives together and make a family and a home together.

EPILOGUE

Gideon

“Push, baby, push!”

I growled through the pain as Artemis shouted encouragement. Maybe it was because I was holding Fletcher’s hand, but the whole thing felt so much more intense than I had expected.

“You’re doing good,” the midwife said from where he was crouched at the bottom of the bed, keeping an eye on things. “I can see the baby, so it won’t be long now.”

“Good,” Fletcher hissed through gritted teeth, “because I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

I squeezed my husband’s hand in sympathy as another contraction hit him, causing us both to cry out.

“I don’t know which is worse,” Artemis said from where he stood on the other side of the bed, bouncing our six-month-old baby girl, Brenda, in his arms, “feeling yougo through this the first time or feeling you both go through it this time.”

I laughed, even though it caused Fletcher to crush my hand in his desperate grip.

It had been a total accident when Fletcher had gotten pregnant during his heat six months after I had gotten pregnant. The three of us were so happy just the way we were. We’d made the decision to move back to the farm together but to keep both the cliffside house, despite its bad memories, and Artemis’s downtown apartment. The cliffside house was great when we wanted peace and quiet, and the downtown apartment was surprisingly fun when I wanted to be in the thick of things. Now that I didn’t have to worry abouthim, I was actually enjoying becoming part of the world again.

I had enjoyed my pregnancy, too, and both of my husbands had been giddy with excitement over the way I grew rounder by the day.

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones in the air, but Fletcher went into heat right on schedule after six months instead of being irregular, like he always swore he was. It had been a particularly intense heat, at that. We’d all actually been on a book tour, my first ever. While I was downstairs in the hotel conference room, greeting hundreds of fans, talking about my unconventional life and how it had influenced my stories, and signing books until my hand ached, my husbands were upstairs in our suite, banging like bunnies.

I’d joined in as soon as my book obligations were done, even though I’d been as big as a whale. Fletcher swore it was my fault that he had the breeding orgasm that caused Artemis’s seed to catch one of his eggs because he’d beenballs-deep in my soaking wet, pregnant ass when his womb had been breached.

Part of me, the part that had been raised in a religious community, still thought it was a little dirty when the three of us had sex at the same time. But most of me absolutely adored the wild levels of pleasure all three of us felt when our bodies were joined and the bond between us was wide open, cycling pleasure through all of us.

“A few more pushes will do it,” the midwife said, standing and gently nudging Fletcher’s legs open a bit more. “I’ve got you positioned perfectly, so don’t worry about the bed or the floor or anything but getting this baby into the world.”

The midwife had come highly recommended by someone Artemis knew through the Dark Fantasies Club. He was an omega who liked to play hard, although Artemis promised us he’d never played with him. So he and his beta assistant hadn’t batted an eyelash when Fletcher suggested he use the milking chair as a birthing bed. It actually did the job nicely.

“Come on, baby. You can do this,” Artemis said in his best soothing voice, rubbing Brenda’s back as she started to cry.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” Fletcher howled, trying to push and talk at the same time. “You did this to me!”

I laughed again, though I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stop the sound when I felt a burst of annoyance through the bond.

“I’m sorry,” I said, moving my hand aside. “It’s just that I’ve done this recently myself, and it wasn’t that bad.”

“Yes, it was,” Fletcher growled, panted, then groaned. “Ifelt it then, and I’m feeling it now.” He shouted and bore down hard.

I wasn’t going to press the issue, but I’d managed to stay a whole lot more composed when Brenda was born. That was because I had my alpha and my omega by my sides, we’d been at home and at peace, and the midwife had been one of the best money could buy.

“Here we go! The baby’s coming!”

The midwife shifted into position and Fletcher made a sound that reminded me of a kettle just starting to steam. His face went bright red, and I could feel not only his effort and emotion, but a sharp twinge of sympathy and remembered pain in my hole.

Then the moment passed, Fletcher gasped for breath, and a brand new set of lungs rent the air with a newborn cry…just as his sister started to wail as well.

“It’s a boy,” the midwife said, sliding the amazing, angry baby onto Fletcher’s belly.

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