Page 51 of We Will Rise

At this point, I’m pretty confident there’s not another woman on the other side of the door given the paint, but I want them to know they can’t lie to me and get away with it.

He holds out his hand, and I only hesitate for a second before I take it, allowing him to pull me toward the closed door on the other side of Kovu’s.

He pushes the door open, and it takes me a moment to process what I’m seeing. My other three men are standing in the middle of the room in front of the biggest bed I’ve ever seen in my life. It looks like it’s two king-size beds pushed together, but I can’t find the words to ask.

My eyes move over the room slowly. From the sage feature wall behind the bed to the framed photos that litter the top of the chest of drawers to photos from the estate that I never saw them take.

I look past them to the wardrobe that’s overflowing with clothes, and then the open bathroom door with white and gold accents.

“What is this?” I whisper as my eyes lock on the chair in the corner from my bedroom downstairs, the one Bishop spent a week sleeping in, so he could make sure I was okay while I recovered.

“It’s your bedroom,” Bishop tells me, dragging me against his side. “We wanted you to have a space that’s yours.”

“But obviously we’ll be sleeping in here with you more often than not for that bed alone.” Kaos chuckles.

I open my mouth to say something but quickly snap it shut again. I don’t know what to say. No one has ever done anything so nice for me, and certainly not on this level.

Crew steps forward and takes my hand in his, dragging me further into the room. “We can change anything you don’t like, but we brought most of the stuff you had packed up from the estate. Anything you don’t see is probably in the spare room if we weren’t sure what to do with it.”

“You did this for me?” I whisper, not trusting my voice under the weight of the emotion battering down on me.

Kaos chuckles and brushes his fingers through his cropped hair. “If you haven’t noticed by now, Princess, we’d do anything for you.”

Tears fill my eyes, and this time I don’t bother trying to blink them away. “It’s perfect.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CAMILLA

Iturn into the closest body, which happens to be Crew, and bury my face in his chest, reveling in his warmth as he wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you,” I choke. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

A body wraps around my back, and I recognize it immediately as Bishop. “We wanted you to know that this isn’t temporary for us. This is end game. What we have with you is everything we didn’t know we needed, and there’s nothing we won’t do to keep you exactly where you belong. With us.”

“As beautiful as this moment is, when do we get to break in the bed? Because I think we all might actually fit on that thing without anyone almost falling off the edge.” As if to punctuate his point, Kovu launches himself into the middle of the mattress.

I shake my head, but a smile stretches across my cheeks. “How did you make that bed happen anyway?” I ask.

“We had it made. After it became apparent that we all wanted to be able to sleep with you, I knew we weren’t going to be able to do that in any bed we have currently,” Bishop explains.

“Plus, we thought if we went extra big that there would be room for the kids when they’re fussy,” Kaos says.

“The kids?” I almost choke on the word. As in plural? Obviously, I’ve thought about children, but I just kind of figured I’d have one and they would become my heir. And honestly, I didn’t really have a timeframe on the whole kids thing.

Up until I met Emerson, I thought I wouldn’t want to think about having them until I was older. But there was something about seeing how lovingly she and Rayne looked at that bump that made my chest ache for that kind of love.

“Oh yeah, the minute this whole thing with Charles and Caleb is over, that IUD is coming out, and we’re filling you with our babies,” Kaos explains with a smirk.

I open my mouth to say something, but there aren’t words, so I quickly snap it shut again. I drag in an unsteady breath and force myself to look up at Crew, who still holds me against his chest. “Is that something you want?” I ask cautiously.

A slow grin tugs at his lips as he leans down until his lips are just a breath from mine. “Do I want to see you swollen with our babies? Of course I do, Little Menace.”

I look over my shoulder at the others who are now standing in front of the mattress looking at me like I’m their next meal, and my heart rate picks up.

Every time I think I’m no longer in over my head with these men, they prove me wrong all over again.

And secretly, I hope they do that for the rest of my life.

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