Page 32 of Conveniently Theirs

He shrugs. “Someone had to do it. Especially when Devin began mooning after Kendall as well.”

“I did not moon after anyone.” The affront in his expression nearly makes me laugh.

Harold rolls his eyes. “Fine then, you watched her with hopeless, lust filled eyes.”

“I…” Devin shakes his head. “I probably did.”

Harold turns his fierce, fake glare on me. “And you didn’t notice because you were so wrapped up in your own forlorn desires.” He leans back and grins at Kendall. “I don’t know about you, dear, but as quickly as the three of you came together…”

She chokes on her drink, coughing and ducking her head. “Harold,” she finally manages. Her face bright pink, she fans herself with her hand. I glance at Devin, and his cheeks hold a ruddy color. He’s rarely embarrassed.

Drawing my brows together, I look at my uncle. His innocent expression and how his eyes aretracing the line where the wall meets the ceiling confuse me a moment. Then the echo of his words fill my mind, chasing heat to my face. The cagy old goat.Three. Came together.

He slaps his palms to the arms of his chair. “Well that’s settled. Now, on a serious note, a visit to our attorney is due. Your lives are stretched before you. Enjoy that life. Enjoy each other. But be prepared. Since the three of you can’t be legally married, you must make the proper legal arrangements for your future.”

Devin nods. “It’s on my list.”

“Good man.” Harold leans forward with his hands clasped between his knees. “Enough business. Now, let’s plan a spectacular party to celebrate your nuptials.”

Shaking off the lingering embarrassment, I figure there’s one way I can get back at Harold for his teasing. I’ll let him worry for a few minutes, then tell him the truth. But for now…

“That wedding we planned for in Vegas? It was fake.”

epilogue

Three Months Later

Kendall

“He’s late again,” Devin observes as he checks his watch. “I even gave him the wrong appointment time to assure he’d be here.”

“He’ll make it,” I say, even though I’m not totally convinced by my own words. Josh’s inability to be on time has always been a challenge. Usually Devin or I deal with his lateness without any issues but today is especially important.

Devin and I have already been led to the doctor’s office. We lucked out finding a small clinic with an obstetrician who has no problem with three at our appointments. When we’ve been alone in anexamination room, she’s even asked intelligent questions about the emotional aspects of being in a multi-partner relationship. I like her.

Devin clutches my hand and I wiggle my fingers to encourage him to loosen his grasp. “Devin, relax.”

“How can I relax? This—today—what we’re going to find out is…”

“Is what, honey?”

“You know I don’t care which of us actually fathered the babies.” He releases my hand to stroke my baby bump. “These little ones belong to all of us. We’re all their parents.”

When the ultrasound showed I was pregnant with twins, my men were over the moon. They’ve already got the nursery set up and filled with toys and stuffies. I’ve had to put my foot down and say, ‘no more’. We still have almost six months to go.

I’m not sure exactly when the good natured discussions began over whose sperm did the job, but before long the question became a near obsession. Determined to bring some calm to relieve my god awful morning sickness, I set up a procedure where the doctor took genetic material from each placenta. With twins, this was the only way to assure an accurate result.

When the guys found out, they encouraged meto cancel and I have to admit it wasn’t a pleasant procedure. Thankfully we had no problems and today we find out the results.

I gesture Devin closer and kiss his cheek. “Our babies areourbabies. Nothing more needs to be said.”

He smiles then glances at his watch again. “Where the hell is he?”

A few minutes later the doctor enters her office, shakes her head at the two of us and chuckles. “He’s late again?”

“If he’s not here in two minutes,” Devin begins.

Noise in the hallway stops his words. A voice, the tone tinged with a hint of panic comes closer. “I know the way. Excuse me. Oh. Oops, sorry. Yes, I know where I’m going. Sorry.”

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