Page 54 of Her Shifter Babe

With my heart full, I gazed up into the clear blue sky and offered a prayer of thanks to the universe.

For my mate. For my daughter. For my heart. For our impossibly perfect pairs happily ever after... Thank you.

Epilogue

Stacey.

THREE MONTHS LATER.

Our home came together so much faster than I’d even dared hope for. My vision for the house was simple, classic, and timeless, but with lots of functional storage and ‘homey’ vibes so that everyone who walked in our front door would immediately feel a sense of peace, welcome, and comfort.

David and Tommy knew everyone in town between them, so once I had my designs in order, the tradesmen arrived in literal droves. Painters, cabin makers, carpenters, plumbers, electricians, and carpeting experts. The lot!

In no time flat, our incredible, double-story, period home was done, and the big day had arrived. We were moving in tomorrow!

“I can’t believe we’re finally going to be living in our house!” I said over a dinner of scrumptious take away surrounded by a sea of packing boxes.

“It’s going to be great,” Tommy reassured me.

“I hope Maggie’s okay tonight,” I said, ever the fretful mother, glancing at her packed-up room.

“She’ll be fine sweetheart, it’s only for twenty-four hours,” David reminded me.

I nodded and twirled my spaghetti with my fork. David and Tommy’s parents had been amazing with their granddaughter and with me. I’d pumped enough milk to feed Maggie for a full day, and they were happily babysitting while we made the move.

It was a beautiful gesture, because it meant I would get a full night’s sleep tonight, and we could focus on getting the house set up for her tomorrow. The movers were coming in the morning, and I was hoping that if nothing else, our bedrooms would be set up at the new house by tomorrow night. We could take our time setting up everything else afterward.

“Are we getting an early night?” David asked, going to grab the chocolate mousse containers from the kitchen. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but you look pretty tired, babe. We’ve been going non-stop...”

I didn’t take the comment as a rejection or insult. It was true. I was tired, but I wanted my men, so much. It had been way too long.

Between a few complications that arose due to the C-section and an adorable baby who refused to sleep more than a few hours at any given time, I literally hadn’t had sex with them in months! And I was craving their touch like never before.

Not that they weren’t affectionate, they were amazing. I had no complaints. They were amazing partners and fathers... but I needed more.

I need my lovers.

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