Epilogue
EPILOGUE
QUINN
Two Years Later
R olling over in bed, I lift my eyelids, squinting against the harsh light pouring in from outside as I lift my hands above my head and stretch. My muscles relax, from head to toe, although they're already loose enough from the massage I received last night… we won’t talk about what happened after bodies were naked and rubbed in oil.
There’s a soft blanket of snow on the tops of the houses and there’s a stillness, a quietness to it all. My movements are slow as I climb out of bed, slipping my feet into my snowflake covered slippers while wrapping my red robe around my body. It keeps me warm and I smile as I look out across the city, finding it to be a sleepy town on Christmas Day.
“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”
His gravelly voice sends a shiver down my spine and straight to the center of my legs as I turn around to find Hayes standing in the doorway. He leans against the doorjamb with his arms lazily tucked into the front pockets of his plaid pajama pants. They hang low on his waist, revealing the cut V shape.
My eyes momentarily trail over his naked torso and chest before landing on his face. “Are you on the menu this morning?”
He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he pushes away from the door frame. His strides are elongated and he stops right in front of me. His hands trail down my throat. “As much as I would love to spend the day buried deep inside of you, you know we can’t do that.”
“Should I bring her breakfast or is she coming down?” Chase calls from the bottom of the stairs. The sound of his voice echoes through the hallway before bouncing into our bedroom. A smile pulls on my lips and my body melts at the sound of him.
“Come on, doc.” Hayes moves next to me, his hand finding the small of my back as he begins to push me to the door. “We’re waiting for you to eat and open presents.”
“Should we do presents first?”
Hayes smiles, his opposite hand resting on my stomach. “I think this may be one of our last years of getting to eat before we open presents.”
“I think you’re right.” I smile back at him, my hand moving to cover his as he glides over the rounded bump. “Let me go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and I’ll meet you in the dining room.”
“We’ll be waiting for you.” He presses his lips to my temple before smiling down at my stomach and back at me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I watch him as he makes his way down the stairs, disappearing as he rounds the corner. My footsteps are light as I walk across the hall to the bathroom and slip inside. After relieving myself and brushing my teeth, I pause by the full length mirror near the door.
As I undo the tie to my robe, I watch it fall away, revealing my body covered only by a bra and panties. My breasts are full and almost an entire cup size bigger than normal. Turning to the side, I run my hand over my swollen stomach, staring in wonderment at it in the mirror. I’m completely amazed by the wonders of the body and how we can grow an entire person inside of us.
After Hayes and Chase came barreling into my life two Christmases ago, I knew I couldn’t let either of them go. What started off as casual fucking quickly shifted into dating and less than a year later, the three of us were living together. I quit working for the Archers, at the risk of Hayes and I getting in trouble and started working in a therapy office instead.
Honestly, the hours are better and it’s much more accommodating for the way my life is about to change.
All of our lives.
Finding out I was pregnant six months ago was a complete shock to the three of us. I had my IUD removed because we knew we wanted to start a family, but we wanted it to happen organically. And trust me, it did. It also happened sooner than we thought. My doctor said it could take months, so it was a surprise that it happened after only one.
I don’t know the exact moment the baby was conceived, nor do I know who the biological father is, but that doesn’t matter. This baby is mine. It’s Chase’s. It’s Hayes’s. She is the product of love—the love the three of us have together.
They are both her father’s and the biology behind it will never change that.
Chase and Hayes are both sitting at the table waiting for me. There’s an entire plate already made with my favorite breakfast foods, along with a cup of decaf coffee and a glass of orange juice.
“Look at the two of you. You are so fucking sweet,” I croon with a smile on my face. I walk over to Chase first, tipping his head back as I kiss him. “I love you so much.” Then I move to Hayes, repeating the same kiss. “I love you so much.”
“We know what you like, babe,” Chase tells me, smiling brightly as he motions for me to sit. “We made sure we covered every single one of your recent cravings.”
My heart soars as I let his words sink in. Chase—the man who has an entire list constructed of what we need to do for the baby and the origin and meanings of all the baby names I picked out. I look at Hayes, feeling the same swelling of my heart muscle as it beats for both of them. Hayes—the man who won’t let me lift a finger and insisted on painting the nursery by himself.
They have both been so attentive during this entire experience. Hell, they have been since that first night together. They make me their number one priority and I know they’ll do the same for our baby.
“You are both so amazing, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve either of you,” I admit, my voice catching on the emotion in my throat. I rub my hand over my stomach, thinking of her. “I just know you are going to be the best fathers she could ever want.”
“But I’m going to be the best,” Hayes adds in, winking at me.
Chase throws a piece of bacon at him. “Fuck you, because it’s going to be me.”
“I’ll let you fuck me,” Hayes shrugs, a devious smirk pulling on his lips as he looks to me. “I guess maybe we can spend the day buried inside of you.”
My breath catches in my throat and there’s a rush of warmth between my legs. “Fuck the food,” I mumble as I push my chair back and stand up from the table. “That sounds like a much better plan.”
“Fuck first and eat later?” Chase questions both of us, a grin pulling on his lips as he stands up and stalks toward me. “Although I could still eat…”
“Both of you.” My eyes flash from Chase to Hayes, feeling the fire burning deep inside me at the thought of getting to enjoy both of them before breakfast.. “Upstairs now.”
“Yes ma’am,” they say in unison, both following hot on my heels as we step into the bedroom. I wait until they’re in the room before I shut the door behind us. “Who wants to fuck me first?”
“It’s Christmas, babe,” Hayes murmurs as he walks up to me, his hands cupping the sides of my face.
Chase steps up behind me, his hands pushing my robe away from my shoulders, removing it completely before his lips find the side of my neck. “You get to choose.”
One hand reaches back for him, my head falling against his shoulder as Hayes unhooks my bra and removes it from my body. His hands move around my full breasts, gentle and attentive as his mouth drops down to my nipple. “I want both of you to fuck me first. I want to feel both of you inside me together.”
“You’re such a fucking greedy girl,” Chase groans, his teeth nipping at my ear as his hands snake around the front of my body.
Hayes pushes my underwear down as both of their fingers slide over my pussy in unison. Chase licks and nips at my neck, his thumb brushing over my clit. Hayes’s lips find the other side of my neck as he pushes his fingers deep inside of me. “You’re our greedy girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, withering under both of their touches. Chase groans against my neck as Hayes pulls away. He begins to back toward the bed, stripping off his clothes before the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He moves onto the bed, motioning for me to follow.
“Say it and we’ll let you come.”
I don’t know which one of them said it and I don’t even care. I head straight for Hayes, climbing onto the bed and over him as I sink down onto his cock. He fills me to the hilt in one fluid movement. I inhale sharply at his length and girth, settling on top of him as I adjust.
“I’m yours. I am both of yours.”
Hayes reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube from the drawer. Chase climbs onto the mattress, settling behind me as Hayes hands it to him. He gently nudges me forward, but my stomach prohibits me from lying flat against Hayes. Chase slides one finger into my ass without warning.
He begins to pump it inside of me, adding another as he stretches me enough to fit himself inside. He removes his fingers and I suck in a sharp breath, instantly seeing stars as he presses his dick into me, filling my ass with his cock.
“And we’re yours, Quinn,” Chase moans as he thrusts into me.
“This Christmas until our last Christmas.”
And I can’t wait to spend every single one with them… especially if they keep starting out like this.