20. Epilogue
Jasmine
The smell of coffee draws me out of bed. Or rather rolls me out of bed. My due date was three days ago. I waddle to the bathroom, my gigantic belly leading the way.
“Guys?” I call out, but no response.
It’s unusual that they’re all out of bed before me. They usually won’t move until I wake up. I’ve gotten used to their protective hovering these last few months.
After freshening up, I slip a comfy robe on, tie the belt loosely above my belly, and make my way down the hall. Still no sign of the guys, so I follow the scent of coffee.
As I near the kitchen, hushed voices pique my curiosity. I pause before the doorway, cherishing this moment of hearing them exist with each other. And wanting to know what they’re up to.
“She’s going to love this,” Blake whispers.
He’s right. I love coffee, but there must be something more going on.
“Try not to get too crude, Landon,” Cole says.
“She loves my sense of humor.”
I stifle a laugh. They’re both right. Landon’s sense of humor can be a bit much, but he runs with it, not letting other people’s opinions control him. I respect that. His self-assurance and sense of freedom have helped me learn how to be myself while navigating this crazy space of our relationship.
Relationship… a word I now use with the proper understanding of how wonderful it can be. It’s only with the special support from the four of them that I learned how to be me.
I can’t help but smile. My heart swells with affection for these four ridiculous men who have turned my life upside down in the best way possible.
Taking a deep breath, I waddle into the kitchen, convinced I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
And ready for sex. These pregnancy hormones make me insatiable.
I stop dead in my tracks and laugh at the hysterical sight in front of me. Landon, Blake, Cole, and Trent stand there, clad only in their underwear, backs to me, but I catch a glimpse to see that they’re holding coffee mugs.
“You’re here.” Landon turns; his boxer briefs have something written across the front, but I can’t make it out from this angle.
“Peaches,” he says, his hand purposefully blocking the words. “Are you staring at my cock?”
“Technically just whatever’s written on your underwear.”
“Oh sure, you women are all the same. Can’t meet my eyes.”
“How many women does this happen with?” I laugh.
“Nothing to worry about, just a job hazard of being a bikini barista. It’s hard being objectified all day long, but the tips are worth it.”
Blake cuts in. “We were just about to surprise you with coffee and cock in bed.”
I lower myself into a chair. “I’ll take it here.” I join in with their playful attitudes. “And as for the cock… I suppose I’ll take that here too.”
Landon sets a cup in front of me. “How would you like it this morning?”
Taking advantage of his new position, I read his boxer briefs: Give me a whole LATTE coffee. But the ‘ ffee ’ is marked out and ‘ ck ’ written in.
I chuckle. “Let me see everyone else’s.”
Blake’s underwear has a picture of mistletoe and the words ‘kiss here’ under the picture. Of course. Cole’s have a microphone front and center. Beside it reads, ‘Speak into the mic!’ Trent’s have yellow caution signs. One sign reads, ‘Caution: Choking hazard’, and the other, ‘Objects may swell larger than they appear’.
We share a laugh then Landon repeats his question. “So, how would you like it? Cream? Salty?”
“I’m gonna have the coffee as is. But I’ll take four shots of cream, a la carte.”
I’m so glad we can keep it fun.
And we live happily ever after!