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“You can accept the money if you want, but his rights are already terminated.”

I thought about it for a moment. “Can we just ignore it for now? I want to focus on the girls. I don’t want to give any of my brain power to those wastes of space.”

Jeremy took my hand. “That sounds like a plan. We can deal with it another time.”

“Where the hell are you guys?” I called as I wandered through the house. Once again I had taken a nap and woke up to the crib being empty.

I knew the guys wouldn’t have taken the girls out of our home without telling me first, but I was still struggling to locate them.

Despite my priority being to find my children, I couldn’t help but marvel at how clean the house was. Sure there was plenty of baby clutter, bottles, hats and toys dotted around, but there was no real mess. Before I’d become part of the pack, I had been prepared to struggle with dishes, laundry and all that household stuff after giving birth, but the guys had taken over all those duties entirely without a single complaint.

Part of me felt like I hadn’t even given birth to twins with how easy and restful this time was, other than my very sore chest. The girls had been abusing my nipples with the constant feedings, and they were getting chapped and itchy.

Though the guys were more than happy to apply nipple balm at any opportunity.

When I passed the door that led to the garage, I could hear muffled voices. I paused, opening the door and took a few steps into the garage before frowning in confusion at the sight before me.

All of my alphas were surrounding Nate’s Jeep which had its tire taken off. Devon was on the floor changing said tire while Nate and Jeremy held each of the girls.

“Now you gotta make sure you use the jack. Don’t try any other ways ‘cause that would just be problematic,” Devon was saying as he worked.

“What are you guys doing?” I laughed as they all turned to look at me.

“Duckie! You should be sleeping,” Jeremy admonished. He was wearing Poppy on his chest in one of those adorable baby slings. Her eyes were wide open and she looked around the room curiously.

“I’m doing nothing but sleeping. I assure you, I’m very well rested. Now, why are my daughters with you while you change a tire?”

Jeremy smirked at me. “The ducklings need to learn. We refuse to let some seventeen-year-old little fuckboy impress them by being able to do the bare minimum.”

I snorted. “The girls are six weeks old and have mushy little brains that don’t retain anything. Now while it’s certainly something admirable they should learn, I don’t think now is the time.”

“It’s never too early to start!” Nate insisted. He had Petunia cradled in his arms, and from the looks of it, she was about to fall asleep.

They weren’t exactly an enraptured audience, but it was too adorable to watch, so I decided to let them continue.

Chapter 39

Daisy

Turning on the shower, I slipped off the oversized T-shirt of Jeremy’s I was wearing and took a good look at myself in the mirror, wearing nothing but a small pair of black panties.

My body still held all the marks of my pregnancy. Stretchmarks, loose skin, and, thanks to breastfeeding, my chest was both engorged and starting to sag.

Turning from side to side, I took in my body from several angles. It was never going to be the same, and I probably needed to accept that, but part of me mourned my old body.

“Fucking beautiful,” a voice said from the doorway as I craned to look at my ass.

Nate stood in the doorway, watching me intently as he leaned against the door frame.

“I think you and I disagree there,” I grumbled, turning again, trying to get a better angle to view my rear. Part of me wanted to cover up, but all the guys had seen me naked from the waist up a lot recently thanks to the girls and their constant desire to feed.

“Your body is stunning,” Nate insisted, his eyes burning intensely.

“My body is a mess.” I laughed lightly, but it came out somewhat sarcastic.

Nate strode into the bathroom, his arm snaking around my waist, keeping me in place in front of the mirror as his chin rested on my shoulder, looking at me via the reflection.

“Your body is the furthest thing from a mess.” He trailed one hand gently up and down my side. His eyes hungrily drank in every inch of skin. “It’s fucking beautiful.”

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