21. Letting go
“Nothing says ‘I’m sorry you spawned the son of Satan’ like a cute teddy bear,” Oliver says, picking up a light blue plushie and showing it to me.
I take it, put it back on the shelf and roll my eyes. He grabs my waist, pulling me into his chest and presses a kiss to my temple.
“Hey…” Carson grumbles behind us.
I glance at him over my shoulder with a smile. “Hey yourself. I told you I don’t care about PDA.”
A month ago, we decided to give this a go between the three of us. Carson travels frequently for his work, which leaves me at home with Oliver. It seems to work perfectly because the days that Carson comes and hogs all my time, Oliver steps back with a sly smile and no jealousy present in his eyes. The only issue is how to display our relationship in public.
Carson thinks it is better for most people to perceive that I am only with Oliver. But that makes me feel like Carson is my dirty secret. He’s concerned about how I will be treated if people find out I’m in a relationship with two men, especially after my stunt at the wedding.
While the look on Jared’s face as the sex tape rolled was priceless and worth it in my heart; my reputation at a social level plummeted. It”s like I became a pariah overnight, the town’s Jezebel. As the months passed, I”ve found joy in the peace and quiet of being left alone.
But the closer we get to my sister’s due date, the more the tears I caused at her wedding weigh heavily in my heart. I still don’t want any kind of relationship with her, but my nephew is innocent. Nick told me that the baby is healthy.
I stop in front of a large wooden box. It’s painted white with tiny blue flowers speckled all over it. It has multiple tiny drawers that can be pulled out and the lid is hinged shut.
“Says it’s a keepsake vault,” Carson explains, turning over the information card on the shelf.
Running a finger over the smooth finish, I pull it closer to me. I will miss the majority of his life, but at least this can be a place to store his memories. “I think I want to get this.”
“You don’t have to get anything,” Oliver says, his hand squeezing my waist in solidarity.
“I know. And I’m not saying I forgive her, but the more I think about it, the more I can’t blame her for being as easily manipulated by Jared as I was. I guess if she’s ever in a position that she wants to leave him, I want her to know that I’m an option to fall back on.”
Carson sighs. “It’s more than she deserves.”
“It’s more for my nephew than anything.”
“Yeah, except our nephew ties her to Jared forever regardless,” Oliver says.
I give him a pointed look. “So do you technically.”
“The fact that you’re offering an olive branch to begin with…” Carson interrupts our bickering. “I think your sister will appreciate it.”
Spinning, I grab his face and pull him into a kiss. His hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer. “Naughty,” he growls against my lips.
I giggle and kiss him again before he lets me go. “Okay, I like this box. It’s cute.”
Oliver grabs it, holding it for me. When I notice Carson lingering by some of the newborn clothes, I move to stand next to him.
“Whatcha thinking about?” I ask.
“You pregnant with my baby,” he says unapologetically.
Oliver chuckles. “Or my baby.”
My ovaries scream at both their confessions, but I shake my head. “No babies. Don’t put that mojo into the air.”
Carson flashes me a heated, cheeky look. “I think you have double the chances of your birth control accidentally failing when two men are pumping you full of cum.”
I shiver, my cheeks blushing. They’ve never shared me, preferring to have their separate times with me. But I’ve been wondering if they’ve thought about it. “It’s still less than one percent.”
“What do you think, Oliver? Think we could achieve it?” Carson asks.
My usually sweet and cuddly boyfriend’s eyes darken and his lips curl into a proactive smirk. “I think there’s no harm in trying repeatedly.”
Biting my lips, I fan my face. “And where’s my choice in all this?”
Carson grips the front of my dress, yanking me to his chest. “You want my babies?”
“Yes,” I gasp. My thighs clench at his handling. Both men know how much I love their rough and possessive ways.
“You want Oliver’s babies?” Carson asks.
“Yes,” I repeat.
Oliver adjusts himself, glancing around us to check if we’re being watched.
“Then that means we’re going to be putting a baby in you. Understand, princess?” Carson says, nipping at my bottom lip. I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“What about marriage?” Oliver asks suddenly.
I stiffen, looking between them. I haven’t given that much thought before.
“I figure you don’t want to have the same last name as Jared,” Oliver continues with a shrug, but my heart aches at the unmistakable sadness in his voice.
“Ollie, I don’t care about that…” I reach for him, but Carson keeps hold of me.
He hums. “If she takes my last name, people know she’s untouchable.”
A shiver of trepidation slides down my spine. I’m not so naive that I don’t know he’s someone to not be fucked with, but I don’t enjoy being reminded.
“What if I hyphenate it?” I suggest.
The men look at each other, silently communicating.
“And we all get rings?” Oliver adds.
Carson nods. “I like that idea.”
I smile at the two men who have shown me more love than I’ve ever known. The two men who pamper me beyond belief and wait patiently while I work through the walls I’ve built around my heart. They make me excited for the future, of what our life will look like when we’re living together surrounded by our children. And to think I would have never achieved any of this if I hadn’t decided to get my revenge.
“You know Natalie will kill me if I don’t have a wedding where she gets to be Maid of Honor?”
They both groan, knowing exactly how relentless my best friend is.