Page 20 of Dax (Big Hot Alphas 1)

“Well, consider me impressed,” says Madison. “I would be completely freaking out ifIwas having twins.”

“You would be freaking out if you were havingonekid,” says Bailey, nudging her best friend.

“Okay, fine,” says Madison, laughing. “That’s true, too.”

The past seven months have been crazy in the best of ways. After our engagement, Bailey quit her job and moved up here to the mountain. A few weeks after she moved in, she took a pregnancy test. I didn’t think it was possible to be any more in love with her, but I fell even harder for her when she surprised me with the news.

Bailey also told me she’d figured out what she wanted to do now that she wasn’t waitressing anymore: she wanted to learn how to make little hand-carved wooden bowls and sell them online.

Which, naturally, I thought was an incredible idea.

Three months later, her business was up and running. She gave away one of her beautiful little bowls to every guest who came to our wedding—which we had up here in the woods, of course.

And now we’re just weeks away from the twins being born.

After Bailey’s baby shower ends, I load up all the gifts into the truck, shaking my head at how spoiled our girls already are. I try to help clean up the explosion of pink leftover from the party, too, but Alice insists that she and Ian will take care of it.

“Go enjoy yourselves,” Alice says, waving us away. “You two should focus on soaking up this time before the babies come.”

“Okay, fine,” I say. “But we’re having you two over for dinner later.”

“Sounds great,” says Ian, grinning and giving my shoulder a friendly slap. After Bailey and I got engaged, it still took a while for Ian to fully warm up to me again, but now things couldn’t be better with him.

Back up at our cabin, I tell Bailey to take it easy, and she lays down on our couch and scratches Bear behind the ear while I bring the rest of the gifts in.

“Best husband ever,” Bailey calls out from the couch as I’m carrying in the last of the gifts.

“What was that?” I say, pretending not to hear.

“I said best hus—hey!” she says, sitting up and giving me a look. “You heard what I said.”

“Huh? I heard what?”

“Dax!”

I let out a laugh and join Bailey on the couch.

“Foot rub?” I offer.

“Oh, God. That would be amazing,” says Bailey. She lays back against the couch cushion and I pull her feet into my lap. As I start massaging one, she tells me about the baby shower—the games they played, all the little finger food her mom and Madison made, and how excited everyone is to meet the twins.

“I can guarantee you I’m more excited than all of them put together,” I say.

“I don’t doubt it,” she says and shoots me a smile.

I start massaging Bailey’s other foot and she lets out a moan—one that sounds a little too much like another kind of moan.

“Hey,” I warn, squeezing her foot.

She laughs. “It’s sogood, though. I can’t help it.”

Chapter Nine

Epilogue – Bailey

5 Years Later

“Happy Birthday, Mommy!”

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