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"I love you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I know it's fast, and complicated, but...I love you."

My breath catches in my throat as Grayson's words sink in. The warmth of the jacuzzi suddenly feels like nothing compared to the heat blooming in my chest. I look into his eyes, then glance over at Chase and Cole, who are watching us with soft smiles.

"I..." I start, my voice trembling. "I love you too. All of you."

The realization hits me like a tidal wave. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I've spent so long building walls, protecting myself, but these three men have somehow managed to scale them all.

Chase moves closer, his hand finding mine in the water. "You mean that, sweetheart?"

I nod, a tear slipping down my cheek. "I do. God, I really do."

Cole's deep chuckle rumbles through the air. "Took you long enough to admit it, spitfire."

I can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. "Hey, I'm new at this whole...letting people in thing."

Grayson's arms tighten around me, his lips brushing my ear. "We've got all the time in the world for you to get used to it."

And suddenly, I can see it. A future with these men. Mornings filled with laughter, evenings spent curled up together. It's not just a fleeting desire anymore—it's something I want desperately.

"I want this," I whisper, looking at each of them in turn. "Forever."

Chapter 35

Chase

Epilogue

Idrum my fingers on the worn wooden table, my eyes darting between the walkway and the clock on my phone. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the musty scent of old textbooks, creating that distinct university atmosphere. I can't help but grin, thinking about how Tessa's determination brought her here.

Tessa is getting her degree in animal studies with the intent of eventually going to vet school. It’s a dream she’s had since she was a little girl, and she’s making it happen.

She has a class that ran a little late today, but that’s okay. It gives me time to sit and reflect—a habit I’ve picked up since we all started building this life together.

I hadn’t completely slowed down…I don’t think I have that in me. But I’d learned to take a step back and focus on the important things. Tessa taught me that. She made me better, made me want tobebetter.

"Another refill, Chase?" asks the barista, eyeing my empty mug.

I shake my head. "Nah, I'm good. Just waiting for my wife."

As if on cue, I catch sight of her. Tessa, walking toward me with her backpack slung over one shoulder, her face alight with a smile that chases away every shadow that’s ever haunted her.

God, she’s beautiful. Relaxed. Happy. She still carries that darkness, buried deep beneath the surface, but it doesn’t rule her anymore. And that is due in part to the little kitten growing inside of her.

I stand as she approaches, unable to keep the grin off my face. Her hand brushes her belly, where the soft swell of her growing bump is starting to show. Our kitten.

Tessa laughs when she sees me, rolling her eyes like she’s saying,You’re grinning like a fool again.I don’t care. I am a fool—for her, for our family, for this life we’re building together.

I lean down and kiss her, pouring every bit of my love into it. Her hand comes up to rest on my chest, warm and steady, anchoring me.

"Let's head home," I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

When we walk through the front door, chaos greets us in the best way. Zeus and Lulu are quick to say hello. Beyond that, we’re greeted with the sound of bickering…and banging.

I share an amused glance with Tessa before we make our way to the nursery. Grayson and Cole are there, arguing over the instruction manual for the latest piece of baby furniture. Grayson’s precise, perfectionist side is at war with Cole’s let’s-wing-it energy.

They’re surrounded by what looks like a hundred pieces of...something. A crib, maybe? Or a changing table? It's hard to tell. Cole's usually perfectly styled hair is sticking up in all directions, while Grayson's tailored shirt is wrinkled and untucked.

"No, no, that piece goes there," Grayson insists, pointing at a metal rod in Cole's hand.

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