EPILOGUE
Adrienne didn’t think her husbands could get any more protective, but she was wrong. Six months into her pregnancy, they showed her another level of possessive protectiveness that could break records.
And she loved every moment of it.
“Darling, I said to get you a man on the side, not marry three gorgeous, growly, way too possessive men and have them breed you like that,”
Miriam said, pointing to Adrienne’s bump.
“But I am so glad you did. You are glowing and I love this for you. This is really who you are, Adrienne. You were never an ice queen; you were just their queen.”
“Thank you. I am their queen and they’re my entire universe.”
She couldn’t wait to fill their new house with lots of kids and pets, noise, laughter and love.
With her locket around her neck, she knew her father could feel her happiness and now he could rest in peace.