Every one of the guys was still for a moment, and then it was like something snapped. All at once, all three alphas converged on me, hugging me, kissing me, wrapping me in their arms.
“This is amazing! Holy hell,” Jeremy mumbled into my hair. They were all holding onto me so tightly, I was surprised I could breathe.
“It looks like our Christmas day antics worked,” Devon beamed.
“Oh, it’ll 100% be mine,” Nate smirked as he lightly gripped my ankle.
Jeremy shook his head. “No way, it’ll be me knotting her in the shower!”
Nate frowned. “I was the one who knotted her in the shower!”
I giggled. “I think considering how many times I was fucked and knotted that day, there’s going to be no telling which daddy contributed the DNA.”
I wasn’t concerned with their playful banter, I knew that no matter who technically fathered the baby they would all lovethem and be their dad. They had taken on the girls without even batting an eye, and they had told me time and time again how we were a family.
Part of me wanted to ask if they were happy, I still had moments of being unsure, but it was hard to imagine they weren’t when they were all beaming at me in utter joy.
“Christmas babies!” Jeremy cooed, squeezing me tightly.
“We can call them Christopher! Or Nick! Go festive.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “What if it’s a girl?”
They all looked between one another, their faces going pale. “Another daughter…” Devon said. “We are going to have to beat up so many teenage boys.”
“No you won’t!” I giggled, playfully hitting his chest.
“It’s a boy. Has to be.” Nate shrugged, but he was grinning. “I love you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me again.
“I don’t know, Daisy makes cute girls. Maybe Noelle? Or Holly?” Jeremy asked.
“I like those,” I smiled as Jeremy rested his hand on my non-existent bump. I wiggled backwards into his arms, relishing in the warm embrace of my pack.
My family was perfect, and it was getting bigger.