46. Aubree
WEDDING DAY
FORTY-SIX
“You look beautiful,” Lacey says, fluffing my dress. “Are you nervous?”
I glance at myself in the mirror, dressed in a strapless, satin, sparkly floor-length wedding gown that shows off all of my curves. My hair is down in waves, with a beautiful rhinestone tiara on the crown of my head that Lacey loaned me as something borrowed and something blue. Laying across my neck is a beautiful necklace the guys gave me yesterday as my something new. It has an elegant white gold cupcake in the center to symbolize my love of baking and how I met them. And on my wrist is a delicate bracelet that was my grandma’s as my something old.
I look like a princess straight out of a fairy tale ready to marry my prince—or in my case, princes. But what has my attention isn’t the dress or my hair or the jewelry I’m wearing. It’s my genuine smile.
“No,” I tell Lacey. “I’m not nervous. I’m happy.” Something I never thought I would truly be after Pete died.
She smiles at me through the mirror. “You deserve to be happy,” she says, squeezing my hand. “And I’m honored to be a part of your big day.”
Since we’re not having a traditional wedding service, Lacey will be standing at the altar, walking us through our vows. It was only fitting since the only reason I gave either of them a chance in the first place was because of her.
There’s a knock on the door, and then Miles walks in, dressed adorably in a black tux with a powder-blue tie that matches the rhinestones on my tiara and the flowers on Evie’s dress. “I have a gift for you,” he announces, holding up a small rectangular-shaped box. “It’s from Hayden and Brody. They said you’re not allowed to cry.”
“Thank you,” I choke out, wondering when the heck my little boy grew up.
I take the box from him and carefully sit on the couch, not wanting to wrinkle my dress before the wedding. I untie the ribbon, vaguely aware of the photographer hired to take pictures during the wedding.
When I remove the tissue paper, I find a note, and I know I won’t be able to contain my tears.
Bree,
One of the most important things as your husbands is to stand by your side and help make sure all your dreams come true, so today, as we begin our lives together, we’d like to give you the gift Peter wanted you to have: to study in France with some of the best pastry chefs in the world. We can’t bring him back, but we hope by making one of your dreams come true, we’re able to honor his last wish. We love you, and we can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives by your side.
Xo Hayden and Brody
Nestled underneath, I find five round-trip tickets to Europe dated for this summer, along with a voucher to study with some of my favorite chefs.
“Mom,” Miles says. “You’re not supposed to cry.”
“Come here, sweetie.” He walks over, and I pull him into my arms. “Sometimes, when people are so happy, they cry.” He looks at me, confused, and I laugh, hugging him tightly. “I promise, I’m very happy.”
“Okay, it’s time,” Savy says, walking into the room. “Are you ready to walk your mom down the aisle?” she asks Miles, handing him the pillow holding the rings. Instead of walking myself down the aisle, the kids will be walking with me. Miles is in charge of the rings, and Evie will be dropping flower petals as we go.
“I’m ready,” Miles says, taking it from her.
“Me too!” Evie sing-songs, swinging her basket of petals in the air.
The music starts, and everyone gives me a quick kiss before heading out to have a seat. I double-check my makeup to make sure it’s not splotchy from the emotional note and gift, and then with a deep breath, the kids and I walk to where Brody and Hayden are waiting.
When we arrive at the altar, Evie and Miles step to the side as we practiced, and Brody and Hayden each take one of my hands in theirs.
With a soft smile, Lacey begins to speak. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the love and commitment between Brody Fields, Aubree Heart, and Hayden Shea…”
One Week Later
“Just sign here and here and initial right here,” the attorney says. “This is for the lease agreement.”
I scan the verbiage even though I’ve already read through the entire contract several times—at Brody’s demand—and laugh when I see the length of the agreement. Ninety-nine years. The same length of the contract my grandparents had.
When Brody and Hayden brought me to the building they purchased, I wasn’t all that surprised. One thing about my husbands is that they’ll do everything in their power to make sure I’m happy—and owning my own coffeehouse and bakery makes me happy.
I sign and initial where I was told, and then the notary does the same before adding her stamp to it.
“You’re going to sign here.” He flips to the next page. “And here.”
Because I can’t legally marry both of them, I felt it was best if I didn’t legally marry either one. Instead, we had a beautiful ceremony where we exchanged vows in front of our family and friends and then spent the night celebrating our commitment to one another.
I’m keeping my last name—Heart—and the guys insisted on drawing up paperwork that would ensure that if anything happened to them, the building would become mine, so nobody could ever do what Benitez did to me. They also added the kids and me to their life insurance policies and wills, wanting to ensure we’re taken care of. I hate the thought of anything happening to them, but I love that they want to make sure we’ll be financially okay if, God forbid, something does happen.
I finish signing, and the attorney shakes my hand, letting us know he’ll file everything and get certified copies sent to all of us, and then he and the notary leave.
“We have about an hour before Samuel gets here,” Brody says, glancing at his watch while Hayden closes the door behind them. “I think that’s enough time to celebrate.”
Because our lives and businesses are in the city, the guys suggested we take the top two floors of the building and create our family home. Samuel has been hired as the architect to design it, and I’m apparently in charge since they want me to create my dream home.
“And how do you want to celebrate?” I ask coyly, knowing exactly how they want to celebrate. The day we said I do, I stopped taking birth control. They had asked if I was okay having more children, and since I’d love nothing more than to have mini Haydens and Brodys running around, I said yes.
We agreed that whoever’s baby I have first will use protection the next time so we can assure I have a baby with both of them, and the children will have their last names with mine hyphenated.
“You know exactly how we want to celebrate,” Hayden says, fisting the back of my hair with one hand and lifting me onto the desk with the other. His mouth comes down on mine as Brody spreads my legs, pulls my panties down, and goes to town, eating me out.
With my mouth and pussy being tongue-fucked, I come fast and hard. Hayden kisses me harder to muffle my moans until I’ve come down from my climax.
The guys work together to remove my clothes, and then Brody flips me over so my chest is pressed against the top of the desk and my ass is in the air. Hayden walks around to the front, stroking his hard length while Brody parts my legs and teases me with his cock.
I open my mouth wide and take Hayden’s entire length into my mouth at the same time Brody enters me from behind.
“Fuck, baby,” Hayden groans, stroking my cheek as he fucks my mouth. “It feels so damn good with your warm, wet mouth around my cock.”
“You should feel her pussy,” Brody breathes. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His fingers tighten on my hips, and his thrusts turn erratic. A few seconds later, he stills, and his warm seed coats my walls.
Hayden pulls his cock out of my mouth and walks back around the desk.
“My turn,” he says, spreading my cheeks apart and slamming into me. Because he was already close, he fucks me fast and hard while Brody reaches under and strokes my already sensitive clit.
My orgasm hits me hard as waves of pleasure shoot through my entire body. My feet wobble slightly in my heels, my legs feeling like Jell-O, and when I try to get a grip, Hayden pulls out and lifts me back onto the desk.
He runs his large hand down the center of my chest, pushing me onto my back, and then lifts my legs over his shoulders, slamming back into me. I pant unabashedly as he fucks me with abandon until he finds his release, draining every last drop into me.
I’m still lying with my back on the desk, trying to catch my breath, when I feel fingers prodding at my entrance.
“What are you doing?” I ask, too tired to sit up.
“Making sure it all stays in there,” Hayden says, pushing his fingers inside me.
“What?” I try to sit up, but a strong hand gently pushes me back down.
“Stay like that for a few minutes,” Brody says. “I read it increases the chances of pregnancy.”
“It wha—” And then it hits me. I open my eyes and see both guys kneeling between my legs, watching their cum drip out of me—and pushing it back inside.
“Fuck, that’s the best sight in the world,” Hayden says.
“Yeah, it is,” Brody agrees.
I should probably be embarrassed or grossed out, but the truth is, I love how much they love me. How much they want me. What we have is unconventional, and many wouldn’t approve. We’re making it up as we go, and we have no idea what we’re doing half the time.
But the one thing we’ve learned along the way is that you can’t help what the heart wants. And my heart wants Brody and Hayden… forever.