Page 6 of Pack Plus More

So maybe one day I would brave the ice, but I didn’t see it happening anytime soon.

With a cup of spiked hot chocolate in hand, I sat back, watching as my babies had the time of their lives ripping open each gift and showing it to all the adults.

When I first fell pregnant, I had been all on my own, and when I had imagined what Christmas would be like for my baby—because as far as I was concerned I was only having a single baby at that point—I had dreaded it. Even then I’d wanted to give my hypothetical children everything, and I was alone, broke and terrified.

Now we were a family, and I trusted my guys completely. They made me excited to have another child because I knew I was never going to do it alone ever again.

In fact, postpartum with the girls had been a breeze. All I had to focus on was healing. I pumped so the guys often took the night shift, and getting a good night's sleep while I healed was a godsend.

“Okay! It’s time for your gift,” I said, grabbing the small box I had hidden at the back of the tree.

The girls were pulling apart their wrapping paper, more interested in that than their gifts.

Typical toddlers, adorable but maddening.

“You didn’t need to get us a gift sweetheart,” Nate said. “I would have been happy with a naked omega under the tree.”

I grimaced. “I am not doing that again. Too many pine leaves in unmentionable places.”

Devon smirked, lifting Poppy up and moving her away from the pile of papers into a less precarious spot. “If memory serves, that was averyenjoyable night.”

“Agreed,” Jeremy nodded.

“Just shut up and open your gift or I’ll take it back,” I growled, leaning forward to try to pluck the package from Nate’s hand. He moved quickly, lifting the parcel so it was out of reach.

“Hush, this is our gift and we intend to open it!” Nate declared, passing it to Jeremy who was out of my reach. He tore into the paper. I sat back on my heels, biting my lip. There was no question on if they would like the gift or not, but nerves still assaulted my stomach as he took the lid off the small gift box and looked inside.

“Are these…pills?” Jeremy asked, lifting the blister packet questioningly.

I nodded. “They are,” I confirmed.

“They’re birth control pills,” Devon said, leaning over and inspecting the packet in Jeremy’s hand.

“That’s an odd gift,” Nate said, pulling me into a hug from behind. “We know you’re on birth control. It’s why we take great joy in filling you up whenever we can,” he said as he nipped lightly at my neck, just above the bonding bite. My body warmed, and my scent grew thicker.

“Iwason birth control,” I said.

Jeremy stilled; the packet half turned over in his hand. “What are you saying, Daisy?” he asked, his voice slow, a hint of hope infecting his words even though I knew he was doing his best to keep his tone neutral.

“I stopped taking them a few days ago. I’m ready to try for more babies,” I said. “According to the doctor, I should be fertile pretty quickly after I stop them… so it can happen any time now.”

All three of my guys were gawking at me, unable to find the words. Poppy and Petunia were blissfully unaware, toddling around their fathers, babbling and showing off their toys.

When Petunia started to tumble next to Devon, his hands shot out, and he easily righted her, all the while keeping his wide, shocked eyes firmly on me.

“I mean, if you don’t like it, I can always go back on birth control…” I trailed off.

“Fuck no!” Jeremy blurted out.

“Language!” I laughed, looking at the girls, thankful they were blissfully unaware of the naughty words being said in their presence.

“You’re fertile, like right now?” Devon asked, his voice cracking slightly.

I nodded again, and slowly all their faces broke out into grins.

“Dibbs!” Devon shouted, rushing towards me, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me up.

“Devon!” I laughed, batting at his hands. “It’s Christmas morning! We’ve got to get the girls’ breakfast and take photos in their outfits.”

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