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“You can’t blame me for wanting peace,” I said sleepily.
“I can’t.” He kissed my hair.
I asked, “Can we fuck in the car to the airport tomorrow?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
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KAMILA
FIVE YEARS AFTER KAMILA BECAME QUEEN
Taking off my high heels, I exhaled in pain.
“Big events exhaust me,” I blurted out, stretching my arms above my head. I was ready for bed, but I couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room.
One year ago, I’d given birth to my first child. My husband missed out on most of the pregnancy, but he made an effort to be here when I gave birth. Alex and I had an understanding with each other. I was willing to wait for him.
We hadn’t planned the pregnancy. Over the summer, when Alex’s season ended, he flew to Katantia to spend some time with me in person. During those weeks, Fylox took off and did whatever the hell he wanted to do all around the world. He didn’t speak on what went on during his travels because I was pretty sure there were mutilation and revenge involved.
Years had passed. Fylox and Alex still hadn’t spoken after Fylox had drugged Alex to get him out of Katantia.
After Alex had left that summer, like any other summer, going back to Indianapolis to start prep for his season, Fylox returned, and we moved on with our lives like we always did. It took us a couple of months, but eventually, Fylox noticed something was off about my belly. In secret, we had tests done.
I’d been five months pregnant, and I hadn’t noticed.
When I revealed my pregnancy to Alex, he all but wanted to quit the season and move to Katantia. It took three long nights of discussion to scrap that idea. Jordan wasn’t having it, and I didn’t agree either.
Fylox already spent most of his time with me, codependency and other romantic notions. During my pregnancy, he became my shadow. He came out in public with me, too. People knew Fylox now, but he still didn’t talk to anyone outside of the family. He kept to himself.
I gave birth. I’d thought it would soften up the ridge between the two most important men in my life.
But they still didn’t talk.
Today was one of the most critical days in the country. Big weddings either went spectacular, or they ended up a mess. This time around, everything went splendidly. Jordan made sure that there were no security leaks. He had a lot to lose with this event, so every measure was top notch.
After the disaster five years ago, we remodeled the palace. I lived in the palace now. My bed was big enough for both of my men. Unfortunately, I rarely got them in one room at the same time.
I loved spending time with my Kendrick, but tonight, he stayed at his aunt Felicita’s house. She offered to babysit him for one special night.
“I can’t take this anymore,” I exclaimed, taking a seat on the bed. Alex was taking his clothes off in the walk-in closet. Fylox brushed his teeth in the bathroom. They turned toward me. “Come here. Now.”
“Has being queen gone to your head, baby?” Alex reentered the room in his briefs. Fuck. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen naked. His body was sculpted by God. In his late twenties, he’d worked on his body some more. Now, he was even more massive than before. His strength was overwhelming.
“Yes, it has gone to my head,” I said pouting. “FYLOX! Don’t make me come get you.”
I heard a hiss from the bathroom, but I chose to ignore it. A couple of moments later, Fylox came out of the bathroom. He spotted Alex and I being cuddly on the bed, and he turned around. “Join us.”
Fylox didn’t say anything.
I let out a harsh breath. “We have a baby together now. You can’t keep this up. I won’t stand for it. Kendrick deserves a united family, and not two boys still bitching about something that happened years ago.”
“Language,” Fylox warned me. He stood far away from us, looking down upon us.
“I’ll watch my language if you make up with your friend.” I got up from the bed. “You mean the world to me, you and my baby. I won’t let you two end your friendship like this. I didn’t sign up for one of you. I wanted the both of you.”
“Kendrick has a united family,” Alex said, rubbing his forehead.
