Page 156 of Reluctantly You

“We want you to adopt us,” Max says with a shrug. “If you’re up to it. Our dad is shit.”

“Three more boys?” He throws his arms out wide, his eyes watering. “I want that so much.”

I let out a chuckle as Max, Matt, and Magnus move in for a group hug. Basil squeezes them each, kissing their cheeks.

“Would you be up for a name change? Max Lewis has a nice ring to it. Matt Lewis?”

“We already have different last names,” Magnus replies, and Basil blushes. I peek over at Gideon. Will my name ever change?

I don’t fucking know, don’t even want to hope.

“Of course, but maybe a middle name?”

Magnus grins. “I’ll consider it. Maybe a third child of ours? What do you say, Sem? Lewis as a name for a kiddo?”

Sem throws a thumbs-up and then taps his heart, making Magnus blush.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I’m his heart,” Magnus replies, and I feel my own heart clench. Gideon is in a deep conversation with Cooper and Beau. Fuck, he’s gorgeous, perfect, everything to me. I want him to come over here and pull me into his chest, press a kiss to my cheek. I want him to tell me he wants me, that he’ll never leave.

I want him to fuck me.

“What’s the blush for?” Max asks, and I feel my cheeks darken even more. Damn, they’re so preceptive.

“Just looking…”

“He’s not bad on the eyes,” Matt chimes in.

“Hey, fuck off. He’s mine.”

Matt lifts his hand before reaching over and handing the nibbling goat his celery. “I am perfectly content with mine. Don’t worry.”

I nod and then peer over at Magnus, who is grinning widely.

“Honestly, you are all so fucking ridiculous.”

“Why?” I grunt.

“You’re all married to dudes. I’m just smug.”

“I’m not married to a dude,” I say, even though when I glance up at Gideon, my stomach twists nervously. God, I want to be married to a man. I want to be married to him.

“You will be,” Magnus says, and Max and Matt slap me on the back.

“Just you wait. He’ll ask you soon. I see the way he looks at you.”

I feel myself blush and then glance over at Gideon beneath my eyelashes.

His dark gaze meets mine and he rubs his lips with his fingertips.

Mine,he mouths, and I feel that in my groin, my heart. I feel it everywhere.

Mine. His.

Gideon’s.

I’d say therapy is boring, but honestly, it’s helpful. I can’t even resent it. The past three weeks, I’ve been just processing everything. That and chatting with Basil on the phone.

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