Page 95 of Deadlier Obsessions

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 horribleAlienmovie.

“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.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

GAGE

We talked about this day for what feels like forever, and yet I still don’t seem to have my head around it. I’m getting married.Me. The guy nobody ever fucking wants. It feels like some bizarre dream or something, because I’m suited up and standing with my Pretty Boy and Mav, waiting for the two women who’ve made us theirs.

I feel like I want to say ‘take that’ to anyone who thought I wasn’t commitment material, but their opinions don’t matter now, and honestly have never mattered. What matters is the four people I’m about to get semi-legally bound to. Our brides don’t know that we’ve brought lawyers in, to make sure they’re not only given full access to our money, but also that they’ll be looked after, if anything happens to any of us. For once in my life, I hate the ‘what if I die’ plans, because for the first time, living is all that matters to me. That and this family we’ve built, that we’re still building, that might just keep growing.

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