Page 69 of Until Ireland

His hand went to my belly. “Shouldn’t we have noticed the changes in your body?”

“I thought the same, but obviously not.” I shrugged.

“And everything is okay?” he pressed.

“All good, according to my doctor. She said I could do a NIPT to make sure, but I told her no matter what, the babies would be loved.” I tipped his chin up. “Are you okay with this?”

He scoffed before pressing his lips to mine. “Why wouldn’t I be? Just a bit...”

“Shocked?”

He nodded. “Yes.” He grabbed his phone then shot off a text. “I told the boys to meet us here. We’ll tell them now.”

“You don’t want to go home and do this?” I arched a brow.

“Home is where you and the boys are. Flame is also my home and where everything started for us. I don’t think I know of a better place to tell them.” He nuzzled my neck. “ Two babies. Fuck, wildcat. Do you know how much that turns me on?”

I rolled my eyes. “Keep your dick in your pants, freak. We are not getting naked in your office knowing the boys are on the way.”

“Later then. I’ll make you scream for me.” He pressed a kiss to my throat then went back to work while I sat with him. We’d done this so many times in the past, and I missed it.

The door opened almost a half hour later, and all three of our boys entered. Mack eased the chair back and motioned to the sitting area adjacent to his desk. The boys stared at us hard. The only time we brought them to Flame like this was when something serious happened. Mack placed the sonogram on the table between us, allowing the boys to look at their new sibling before saying anything.

“Whose are these?” Mackinley IV asked.

“You’re such an idiot,” Rory said, shaking his head. “Obviously they’re Mom’s.” Both boys were spitting images of Mack, from their brown hair to their gray eyes. Even their athletic bodies were a carbon copy of their father’s. “But when were they taken?”

“Well, if you would have read the date,” Calhoun stated, “you’d know they were taken today.” He was a combo of Mack and my father. From his ash-colored hair to his light green eyes, he was a heartthrob, and eventually, I was going to have to beat the little girls off of him, or the boys, or both. “You’re pregnant, Mom? There’s going to be two this time?”

I nodded. “It’s why I haven’t felt well for awhile.” I took Mack’s hand. “Besides your father, you’re the first to know.”

“But this says twenty-three weeks and five days,” Mackinley IV stated. “You’re like, what, six months pregnant? How?”

“There are a lot of factors, boys, but you should know your mom is healthy and so are the babies,” Mack replied. “How do you feel about adding a sibling or two to your pack?”

“Well,” Rory said, in his most dry tone, “not like we can return to sender.”

Mackinley IV chuckled. “Sure enough.”

“I mean, another sibling or two ain’t so bad, is it?” Calhoun shrugged. Relief surged through me.

“No, boys,” I said. “Another sibling or two isn’t so bad. We’ll adjust, and the two of them will fit right in.”

“So,” Rory said. “What do you need from us?”

I grinned as I looked at Mack. “Nothing. Your love is the most important part of this new chapter of our lives.”

Mack nodded. “Yes. Now, to come up with some names for these new arrivals.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love you, cupcake.”

I swiped a tear from my eye as the boys threw out names to us. “I love you too, Mack.”

Six years later...

“I’m going to school. I’m going to school,” Aine chirped as she hopped down the stairs to the kitchen where Mack and her brothers waited. Her long red, curly hair bounced behind her in two identical ponytails.

“Me too, me too,” her twin, Saoirse said, clomped down the stairs behind her. They were polar opposites, but the same in every way, from the freckles on their nose to their brilliant red hair and lush curls.

These two were my girls.

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