Page 80 of Claimed By the Damned

After a few moments, she giggled softly as she brushed the hair out of her sticky face. “So much for clean sheets. Bed is really nice though. Doesn’t shake as we, you know . . .”

“Fuck?” Knox supplied with humor on his face.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “That.”

“We thought it was a good idea that the bed didn’t slam against the wall once the babies were here.” Zeke rolled her off his chest and tucked her in beside him.

She nodded in agreement. “Good idea.” Feeling happy and content, she tipped her head to stare at the ceiling, smiling. “So, this is the plan for today? Just testing the limitations of the bed?”

Drake hopped off the bed and pulled his underwear back on. She gathered herself onto her elbows to watch him as he said, “I’d like to make good on my word today.”

Her grin widened. The memory of his promise came to the forefront of her mind. “Oh yeah! We have plans, don’t we?” She scrambled over Knox and Zeke and climbed off the bed in search of her own clothes.

Knox scowled at them. “What fucking plans?”

“Getting Amara an engagement ring,” Drake replied cockily. “Seeing as how she agreed to be my wife last night.”

She laughed to herself, knowing he was rubbing it in their faces. “You could have said it a bit nicer, you know.”

Knox’s face grew serious. “No you fucking did not . . .”

“You proposed?” Zeke asked.

“I did.” Drake raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. “And better yet, she said yes.”

Her smile faltered a little. “This isn’t going to be a fight, is it?”

Sitting up, Knox proclaimed, “If you get his ring, you get mine too.”

“Agreed,” Zeke said with a curt nod.

Amara paused in putting on her shirt. “Uh, guys . . . I only have one finger.”

“You have fucking ten, little bunny.” Knox scooted off the bed, zipped up his jeans, and gathered his shirt from the floor.

“It doesn’t have to be the proper finger to mean something, Princesa.”

Knox threw Zeke’s clothes at him. “Get dressed, fucker. We aren’t getting left behind.”

“Wait, hold on,” Amara began, holding up her hands. “So you guys are saying I’m getting three engagement rings? That’s way too much.”

Engagement rings were expensive enough as it was. Three of them were way more than she was willing to accept.

Pausing while sliding on his pants, Zeke asked, “Are you saying this isn’t what you want?”

Amara shook her head, her shoulders slouching slightly. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.” She could understand how they might have taken what she said the wrong way. “I love you, all of you. And you know that. I would marry all three of you if that was possible, but . . . Engagement rings are expensive, and we have twins on the way. We need to be smart about money now, especially with the bookshop gone.”

“We have plenty of money,” Knox grunted.

“He’s not wrong,” Drake added. He came and circled his arms around her waist.

Zeke continued putting on his clothes. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”

She sighed and leaned into Drake. She knew better than to fight them on this, but she’d be lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t a little excited for it.

Epilogue

Knox

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