37. Camilla
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CAMILLA
I turn into the closest body, which happens to be Crew, and bury my face in his chest, reveling in his warmth as he wraps his arms around me.
“Thank you,” I choke. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
A body wraps around my back, and I recognize it immediately as Bishop. “We wanted you to know that this isn’t temporary for us. This is end game. What we have with you is everything we didn’t know we needed, and there’s nothing we won’t do to keep you exactly where you belong. With us.”
“As beautiful as this moment is, when do we get to break in the bed? Because I think we all might actually fit on that thing without anyone almost falling off the edge.” As if to punctuate his point, Kovu launches himself into the middle of the mattress.
I shake my head, but a smile stretches across my cheeks. “How did you make that bed happen anyway?” I ask.
“We had it made. After it became apparent that we all wanted to be able to sleep with you, I knew we weren’t going to be able to do that in any bed we have currently,” Bishop explains.
“Plus, we thought if we went extra big that there would be room for the kids when they’re fussy,” Kaos says.
“The kids?” I almost choke on the word. As in plural? Obviously, I’ve thought about children, but I just kind of figured I’d have one and they would become my heir. And honestly, I didn’t really have a timeframe on the whole kids thing.
Up until I met Emerson, I thought I wouldn’t want to think about having them until I was older. But there was something about seeing how lovingly she and Rayne looked at that bump that made my chest ache for that kind of love.
“Oh yeah, the minute this whole thing with Charles and Caleb is over, that IUD is coming out, and we’re filling you with our babies,” Kaos explains with a smirk.
I open my mouth to say something, but there aren’t words, so I quickly snap it shut again. I drag in an unsteady breath and force myself to look up at Crew, who still holds me against his chest. “Is that something you want?” I ask cautiously.
A slow grin tugs at his lips as he leans down until his lips are just a breath from mine. “Do I want to see you swollen with our babies? Of course I do, Little Menace.”
I look over my shoulder at the others who are now standing in front of the mattress looking at me like I’m their next meal, and my heart rate picks up.
Every time I think I’m no longer in over my head with these men, they prove me wrong all over again.
And secretly, I hope they do that for the rest of my life.