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Releasing a self-suffering sigh, I pull my phone out to call one of my dads.

“Hey, Dad,” I greet him when he answers. “Do you have plans today?”

“Are we going to get to meet your omega?”Dad asks, making me snort.

“She’s visiting her dad today, but yes, probably. Cian has been dropping hints about how we need to all weather proof the backyard for Aisling. Figured since the weather is nice that we’d get it done today,” I explain.

“Have you seen your backyard since winter, Son?”Dad asks. “You have fallen tree branches and debris that needs to be cleaned up first. I’ll start calling your uncles too. There’s going to be a price on this though…”

Knowing he doesn’t mean money, I groan as I stand up and start to pace. I can see Domh doing the exact same thing, and have a feeling our parents are about to gang up on us.

“Lay it on me, old man,” I tell him.

“Mmhm, try that in front of me so I can knock your block off, Son,”he growls, though we both know he doesn’t mean it.“Themoms will want to have everyone over tonight to celebrate and meet her.”

“Everyone,” I drawl. “I don’t think our house is big enough for that.”

“Haha,”he says, unamused.“Whoever is free, since you know it’s last minute. It’s honestly probably better that way, don’t you think? Wouldn’t want to overwhelm her with our crazy.”

“I don’t think the crazy will be an issue, Dad. The sheer amount of us may be,” I grunt.

“Okay, okay,” Domh groans. “Yes, that’s fine.”

For a lawyer, he always caves the fastest in the face of his parents. It’s hysterical.

“Well, Domh folded, so it’s been decided,” I tell him.

“Love that boy,”Dad says with a dark chuckle as I roll my eyes.“We’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up, I turn to see that everyone else appears to be as overwhelmed as I do.

“May as well change into clothing we can move around and sweat in,” Domh mutters. I’m already in joggers and a tank-top, so I smirk at him as he leaves the room.

Evan, Aiden, and I are all in comfortable clothing, while Domh tends to look as if he’s just walked off the pages of Tattooed GQ.

“I swear, our fathers are no better than our moms,” Aiden mutters. “Fuck, do a walk around and make sure the house looks presentable.”

The next twenty minutes are spent panic cleaning before our parents come over, but the house is spotless by the time the doorbell rings.

“Your cousins are already out back getting the tree limbs to cut them into pieces for firewood for the winter,” Dad says. My two other dads are behind him with smirks on their faces.

They know we’ve already lost any control we thought we had.

“Alright then,” I say. “Let’s head back there and?—”

“We’re here!” Mom calls out.

I can see that she caught a ride with the guys’ moms and chuckle. It’s not that they don’t enjoy each other's company, they do. Mom is just kept busy with her job.

“Good luck,” Dad mutters, pushing inside to walk through the house.

Stepping outside, I watch as the moms descend on me. Evan sticks his head outside for a moment before squeezing my ass and whispering, “Thanks for taking one for the team,” and going back inside.

I’ll remember this the next time I have him on his knees, choking down my knot.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Sue, Noreen, and Theresa,” I say warmly.

“You’ve released the hurricanes for the day, I see,” Domh’s mom says with a smile as I lean down to kiss her cheek.

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