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I laughed, and so did the guys. Sometimes it seemed like they were heavy with the PG PDA to rile her up. Hand holding, hugging, snuggling on the couch. It all weirded her out. Probably because she hadn’t experienced a loving family in…never.

Then she was also entering the age where she was going to be a fucking nightmare, especially with her fifteenth birthday in a couple months.

As long as we were free, I’d happily put up with her shit moods. She was finally in a place where it was safe to have them. Not to mention, she inherited more than a little bit of my personality.

“You know what, Ellie? Love is love, and as long as you’re happy, fuck everybody else.”

I locked gazes with each man in the room. The surly mute, the charming president, and the wicked playboy.

All mine.

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Bonus Scene

Milo

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Elise toyed with the hair at my nape as I lounged in one of our overstuffed chairs.

She was a dream, even now, when she kind of looked like a hot mess. Her hair was in a bun, but it was clear it hadn’t been brushed, and she sported the oldest pair of sweats I’d ever seen. If this was her selection, it was time to take her shopping.

“Elise, you and Ellie are going to the spa for massages and waxes, and other shit I don’t want to know about. I’d rather not see behind the curtain.” I grinned, pulling her down for a kiss.

She rolled her eyes. “You act like it’s some kind of cult ritual to feel good and look beautiful. Tons of men go to the spa.”

“Massages only. But I have you now, so why would I want some random woman’s hands on my naked body?”

Emmett strolled through the door just in time to see Elise lose it. Without any grace, she fell in my lap, clutching her stomach as laughter shook her body. I merely gathered her to me and lost myself in the reality that this was real, and she was ours.

“What’d I miss?” His grin couldn’t hide the determined glint in his gaze. If Elise took the time to really look at him, she’d see it, but she wouldn’t. Not today, when she had planned a special treat for Ellie.

I stretched back in the chair, settling Elise against my chest. “Just Elise laughing about some woman getting her grubby hands on my body. We all know how that would go down.”

He winced, probably remembering the whole Carter thing. But Elise had let it go, and he should, too.

“And she was just about to tell me why she’s dressed like a street urchin.”

She slapped my chest half-heartedly, but her gaze softened. “Shut the fuck up. Massages are amazing but leave oil all over your skin. Why would I wear something nice to get it all oily?”

Then Ellie skipped into the room, an identical little urchin replica of Elise, even down to the ratty sweats.

Sighing, I patted Elise on the ass and helped her to her feet. “I see you’ve corrupted your baby sister, too.”

Ellie snorted and crossed her arms. Her attitude was climbing every day, and soon, she’d be just as feisty as Elise. I’d say we were concerned for our peace of mind, but Elise loved to see so much of herself in Ellie. And we loved to see her happy.

This was just good practice incase we ever decided to start a family. But that was years down the road. Maybe even a decade. Kids, man.Shit.

“All right, whatever. Come on, Ellie. We have better things to do than listen to these idiots.” She gave me a sweet kiss goodbye, then Emmett, before she ushered Ellie out of the room.

As they were leaving, we all heard Ellie ask, “Please tell me so many dicks are worth the headache?”

Emmett snickered, and I grinned. Elise definitely thought our dicks were worth it.

Emmett

Damn, I loved to watch Elise leave. Her ass was something amazing. It felt even better to know she came home to us every night.

“Where’s Jules?” Milo lost any sense of contentment as soon as Elise and Ellie were out of earshot.

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