Epilogue
Edlyn Carter
Two months later…
I couldn’t believe it. I was married to Vincent Vanderwall! Vincent and Ivan had fucked me silly on the flight away from Oregon, and when I woke we were in Vegas. I couldn’t deny these men anything, so when they told me they were taking me to wed me I went along eagerly. It was a bit of a rush. While I was a little sad not to have any family or friends there, it was also perfect for us. I had the two most important people in my life there. I had Vincent and Ivan there, and, in the end, they were all that I really needed. When I called my parents to tell them they had to make me promise that I would let them throw a huge party when they got back in the country, something to announce the joining of our families. I didn’t care about the status, I didn’t care about the fortunes, the prenups, and all that other shit because honestly, I had everything that I would ever need in the love of these two men.
Now as I sat before a fire having cocoa, I thought about the time that I had spent with them and smiled. We were in the Alps for our honeymoon. We had to wait to take it, so that I could ensure that the young boy that we had rescued was well on his way to recovery. He was still leery of being alone and was very clingy to his mother, or so we were told, but that was perfectly natural.
I looked up as Ivan walked in. He looked so damn delicious in a heavy woolen sweater, thick ski pants, and heavy boots. Skiing suited him, and Vincent as well, but me not so much. I was sitting there under thick blankets and sipping hot cocoa.
“How’s the stomach, moya lyubov’?” Ivan asked me and dropped a kiss to the top of my head. He took a seat on the coffee table in front of me, Vincent coming in behind him and taking one at my feet.
I sighed happily as Vincent began to rub at my feet. “Feeling a little better this afternoon,” I admitted and passed the cocoa off to Ivan so that I could shift just a bit to get a better foot-rub from Vincent.
“Do you feel like eating a little now, sweetheart?” Vincent asked me as he gently rubbed my feet. “Maybe some light broth, crackers, and tea?”
Both men shared a look. It was something that I wouldn’t have seen if I hadn’t moved to give Vincent more access to my calves.
“Wait, what was that look all about?” I asked and moved so that I could lean up on my elbows. I was a little dizzy but ignored it. It was just because I moved too fast.
“Darling,” Vincent began and shifted me so that I was on his lap. He was grinning like an idiot. What the hell was I missing? “You are my wife, you are the wife of Ivan’s heart, and we both love you more than you could ever possibly know,” he said and moved the hair from my face.
“But have you thought that perhaps you are missing some very clear signs that your body has given you?” Ivan asked and took up the position that I had just been lying in, sitting there so that he, too, could touch me.
“What do you mean? I’m sick, it happens.”
“And you haven’t had a period since the first time we made love,” Vincent stated bluntly, his eyes dancing with merriment.
Oh shit, he couldn’t be right, could he? No, these men couldn’t know my cycles better than I could, could they?
I moved back slightly to start to think about all of this and frowned. “Son of a monkey,” I whispered and touched my stomach again. We’d had this conversation before. We’d spoken of children before, and I couldn’t help but think if they knew then that they were working toward this very moment? When I looked at them however, I didn’t really care. All that I could see was their love for me, their hope for a future and their need to have forever more with me.
“I guess we won’t know until I take a pregnancy test, huh?” I asked and then laughed a full-on laugh when both men pulled one of the plastic wrapped packages from their pockets. “Right, well looks like I have to go pee.” I took both sticks from the men, gave them kisses, and headed off to the bathroom to take a test.
I didn’t wait alone however. Once I flushed they both walked in, and all three of us sat on the bathroom floor talking about the future while we waited for time to pass. It was both heaven and hell for me.
Finally, the three minutes were up, and instead of my checking the sticks alone all three of us rose to look at them. I was a bit shocked when I saw the “pregnant” word showing in the window of one and the “+” in the other one.
“Oh shit.”
It was all that I could say before I was swept up in the arms of the men that I loved. That’s when it kicked in. I wasn’t going to be doing this alone. I would never be alone, and they were just as damn happy about this baby as I was. I was theirs, this baby was theirs, and there was something that was utterly profound about that realization.
We were always and forever—theirs.
The End
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