Page 58 of Silver Fox Firefighters Next Door

“Fuck no!” Aiden and Tate gave each other tight hugs and slapped Nash on the back. It looked like they’d just won a championship football game. “You were the only one insisting on not planning things, Evie. We’ve got a list of plans for you. You carrying our baby is just the start.”

“I just thought…I thought it was supposed to be this way. I planned everything with Mark, until I was in the relationship for the plans as much as I was for him. I don’t want to mess this up.”

Nash gently put me down and cupped my face. “You can’t. That was Mark. He wasn’t your man. We are. We’re not going anywhere. We’re your forever, Evie. Plan your little heart out. Let us make each and every one of those plans come true.”

Aiden stroked his hand over my stomach from behind. “I was so jealous of the Hellstone’s yesterday. I’m ready to start our family, baby. We all are. If you’re expecting us to be upset, it’s never going to happen. I’ve never been so happy.”

I pressed my head into Nash’s chest and let out a breath which finished taking the bottom out from my anxiety. “I love you guys so much. I want this. I don’t want you to think I don’t. I was just so scared.”

“And a little worried about our messiness?” Tate lifted my hands to his lips and kissed each of my fingers. “We’ll do better.”

“Wait a second. Are you really worried our baby is going to get trapped under the couch or inside the dryer?” Aiden let out a loud laugh. “Baby, I love you so much. I love you more than you could ever know. But our baby isn’t going to get trapped in our dryer. We’re not that messy.”

I turned to face him and laughed. “I don’t know why I said that. I was just panicking. I’ve been throwing up all day and I was so scared. And the dog is judgy.”

Nash let go of me to hurry over to his bag. “And to prove to you how much we’ve been planning…”

Tate took the chance to pull me into his chest. “Finally. We’ve been dying to do this.”

I watched as Nash came back with a foot wide miniature piece of fence. “Why do you have—”

Attached to the fence with a small chain was a sparkling ring. Nash grinned when he saw the look on my face. “Marry us, baby. Come to the planning side and let us build you that picket fence.”

I laughed through happy tears and grabbed the ring like I was afraid they might take it back. “How long have you had this? You’ve just been carrying this around?”

Tate took the ring from me and unhooked it from the fence so he could slip it onto my finger. “Nash said it all weird, but I hope you’ll still marry us, Evie.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer, baby.” Aiden wrapped his arms around me and smiled into my hair. “I still need to hear a yes, though.”

“Yes! Of course, yes!” I couldn’t stop smiling until I looked up and realized Nash had proposed to me with his penis out. A wild laugh bubbled from my mouth. “You don’t even have pants on!”

“We told you we weren’t perfect, Eve. You had fair warning.” He glanced down at himself and raised his eyebrows at me. “I’m just ready for the celebration.”

Tate picked me up but I noticed he was already more gentle with how he handled me. “Double celebration! That means no moderation tonight, baby.”

“Wait!” I waited until they were each looking at me, eager looks on their faces. “Clean up your mess first.”

Tate slapped my ass and let out a bark of laughter. “You’re lucky we love you so much.”

“Yeah, I am.” I reached down and slapped his ass, the same way he had mine. “Now take me to bed and show me how lucky I am. Close the door, though, because I don’t want to feel Turtle’s judgy stare when my ass is in the air.”

“Did you just slap my ass?”

I laughed but then a thought crossed my mind. “Wait! For real this time.”

“If you tell us to clean up our mess again, I’m going to keep you on edge without an orgasm all night, baby.” Aiden’s voice said he wasn’t joking and I knew he wasn’t from nights of his play which ended in me begging to come.

“I have to call Vera! I have to tell her you guys are happy about the baby and that you proposed!” I was met with silence. Blowing out a breath, I nodded. “Yep. I’m hearing myself. I’ll tell her after.”

“Way after.”

“Call a friend right after orgasming one or two times and suddenly it’s an issue.” I bit my lip. “Okay. Way after.”

Nash grunted. “Thank god. I’m starting to worry she’s really writing about us.”

When I didn’t deny it, Aiden growled. “Eve. Is your best friend writing her next book about us?”

I giggled. “No. It’s totally different. The guys aren’t even named after you.”

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