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“What about a girl’s name?” Creed asks, changing the subject slightly. “I still vote Hana.”

“Don’t you think it would be weird to name the baby Flower when some of us call Jolie Wildflower or Petal?” Case adds.

“I know it’s stupid, but I wanted to talk to Melinda about it. I have a mum now, and these are things mums are there for. But I still want to hear all your favourite names. When Boston said Zadom, I just knew that was his name. I don’t know how to explain it.”

We finish dinner, and Brennan asks me to sign some paperwork. I follow him to his room, which has a small desk against the wall with his laptop and a folder sitting neatly next to each other.

“These are just some contracts for the builders. We have the go ahead for the dorm buildings. I know we are working backwards, but I don’t want to disrupt the smaller children. We will build them a completely new building, then their current building will become the nursery. The current nursery is in the main Olympia building, and I was hoping you’d agree that it needs to be updated.”

“I do agree. Where do I sign?”

Brennan pulls out the contract and has mini sticky notes where I need to sign. “We will turn this into a legacy for our children. Mr Z has actually done the hard work of securing all the land between the main building and the schools. The only place he couldn’t get until just before his death was the high school. I don’t know how he managed it, but it’s all yours now.”

“It’s all so overwhelming, but I trust you. I promise I will be up to speed soon.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You need to focus on school and the babies. I will run everything by you. Mum and Dad have helped a lot, and we are almost fully staffed again, so I will have some free time soon. When I do, I plan to take you out. Butright now, I have to video call my dad and see if he managed to convince a very big investor to throw a heap of money at us. Remodelling is going to cost a small fortune, but the children deserve the best. They are a long-term investment for this company.”

“Have I told you recently that I love you?”

“Maybe, but I always like hearing it.”

A knock at the door has us both turning around, and Case stands in the doorway. “I ran you a bath.”

It’s my night with Case. They keep rotating days, and occasionally, they will share. It seems to work well for us so far.

“Thank you. My feet are killing me.” I turn back to look at Brennan.

“Go, I will make us breakfast in the morning.”

“You’re the best,” I reply, pressing a kiss to his lips.

I waddle over to Case, and we walk out towards the bathroom. The only issue down here is the one bathroom. I know some of the guys still shower in the main house, with the renovations happening on only one side of it for now. Creed has plans for the other side before the babies are grown up, but that is a long way off. Whoever made this bathroom didn’t skimp on the bath, though. It’s free-standing and overlooks a fake window, and you can even pick the scenery you can see, which helps to make it feel like you’re not underground.

Case has candles burning, and the bath has dried rose petals in it; he must have added a bath bomb. He helps me undress and get in, and the warm water starts to relax my muscles straight away. Case strips off and gets in behind me, and I lay back in his arms, enjoying the moment.

A swift knock on the door and the door opening isn’t new around here; locked or shut doors don’t stop anyone.

“Hey,” Creed says, popping his head in. “Just wanted to say goodnight. A body is coming in.”

“One of ours?” Case asks.

“Don’t know, I haven’t checked the report. I’ll fill you in tomorrow.”

Case nods, and Creed gives me a smirk before he leaves, closing the door behind himself. No one else interrupts us for the rest of our bath. Once I’m out, I throw on one of Marlow’s shirts—they’re the only thing I can wear and not feel constricted—and sit on the end of Case’s bed as he towel dries my hair and runs a brush through it. As soon as he is done, we both slip into his bed.

I wait for him to make the first move, but that’s the thing with Case—he will wait for me to show him it’s what I want. He shivers as my fingernails run down his stomach slowly until my hand slips under the waistband of his boxers. Softly palming his dick, I move my hand slowly up and down, while running my thumb lightly across his head, being careful not to hook it on his Prince Albert. Case leans over, placing a soft kiss on my lips that quickly turns feverish. I remove my hand, throwing a leg over his waist as he rolls onto his back. The momentum has me straddling his waist.

“I’m so glad you came back,” he says as I grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it up over my head.

“Ditto,” I reply, dropping the shirt over the side of the bed. “Now we are even and won’t ever be doing that again, because I might just unalive you if it happens again.”

“Never again, Wildflower.” His gaze roams my pregnant body with such intensity it’s almost like a physical caress. “Someone would need to put a bullet through my heart to keep me away from you.”

I don’t even bother removing my underwear. I need him in me now, so I pull it to the side once I have his cock out, sliding down onto him slowly. He sucks his lip ring into his mouth with a groan as his eyes roll back in his head.

I place my hand on his chest and grind against him, making sure my clit rubs on his pubic bone. His hands fall to my hips as he sits up, pulling our bodies close. Case’s lips nip and suck at my neck while our bodies move sinuously together.

He thrusts up as I move down, totally in sync with me. Being the same height, our noses almost touch. Case has us as close as we can get, but neither of us talk, and the only noises in the room are the sounds of our bodies joining. Our hands trail each other’s sweat-covered skin until I’m finally whispering his name against his lips as we come together.

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