Page 143 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Ethan pushed off the truck, crossing his arms over his chest with a rare, satisfied smile. “It’s home.”

Home.

The word hit me like a freight train.

Owen stepped forward, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t sure how I’d react.

“We’ve been looking for a while now. We wanted somewhere big enough. Somewhere for us.” His gaze flicked to my stomach, the smallest hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “And for the baby.”

I sucked in a breath, my chest tight with something I couldn’t name.

“You bought this?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

Mason turned to face me fully, his hands resting on my hips. “We bought this,” he corrected. “For you. For us. For the life we didn’t even know we needed.”

Tears burned at the backs of my eyes, and I blinked up at him, my fingers trembling against his chest. “Guys, I…”

“Come inside,” Ethan said, jerking his head toward the house. “There’s something you need to see.”

I let Mason guide me up the steps, my pulse racing.

The second we stepped through the front door, warmth wrapped around me.

Sunlight spilled through the windows, illuminating the open-concept living space—dark wood beams, a massive stone fireplace, a kitchen big enough for more than one person to cook at a time.

It was perfect.

But Mason kept walking, leading me down a hallway until he stopped at a door. He turned the knob and stepped aside.

I inhaled sharply.

A nursery.

A fully stocked, carefully thought-out nursery.

Soft cream-colored walls. A hand-carved wooden crib. A rocking chair next to the window. Shelves already lined with books, tiny clothes folded neatly in a dresser.

Everywhere I looked, I saw pieces of them.

The mobile above the crib? Owen’s handiwork. The books? Ethan’s selections. The small, framed painting of the Medford skyline? Mason’s pick, I was sure of it.

I pressed a hand to my mouth, my throat tight. “You did all this?”

Mason slid an arm around my waist. “We did.”

“For you,” Owen added, his voice softer than usual.

“For us,” Ethan corrected.

Emotion swelled in my chest, too big to contain.

I turned in Mason’s arms, looking at all of them, these men who had somehow become mine.

This was more than a house. This was more than a nursery.

This was home.

The life I didn’t even know I needed.

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