Page 87 of Vengeful Mates

“Seven weeks, give or take.” I linked my fingers with his, needing to hold him, support him through this news when it took him a while to warm to Mia bursting into our lives. “I’m due in November. It’s a spring baby.”

Castor flashed his classic sexy smirk. “We got you pregnant when you were in heat.”

“Sure did.” I stroked his long, thick, dark locks, still unsure how he felt about this besides his dark sense of achievement.

Four babies were a lot for all of them. Raising one child was hard but four at once was going to be a challenge. Life was going to change in a big way. Diapers, feeding, playtime, naps. They’d lose their balls if they left it all to me. A little bit of news they had to figure out.

Castor devoured the words on the cards informing him of the good news, smiling proudly. “A boy!”

Alaric glanced over then removed his card and read aloud, “A girl.”

Slade examined his belongings, clueing in with the color. “A boy?”

Zethan’s face paled. “A baby girl?” Muscles in his face twitched as he lost his battle with tears, two tracking down his cheeks.

His baby girl. His second chance. His redemption. Well, second redemption. Mia was his first.

I wanted to go to him, hold him, but Slade shoved his box into Alaric’s lap and leapt off the bed to capture me in his embrace. “We’re having twins?” His hand cradled my belly, his strokes tender, loving, worshipping.

“Quadruplets?” Zethan got out before I had the chance.

Words caught in my throat at the elation going off on the bond, and I nodded furiously, my vision blurring with happy tears.

“Fuck, Nurse A!” Slade crushed me to his body. “This is the best news.”

Yeah, it was. I had Zethan to thank for encouraging me to do what was right. I was so fucking glad I did.

Alaric gestured with his forefinger. “Who’s the lucky asshole that scored four holes in one?”

I snorted so hard it was embarrassing, covering my face until he tugged my hands away.

Slade puffed out his chest, mimicking a superhero. “The super sperm belongs to me.”

Trust them to turn this into a daddy competition war. Cue Castor to make this explode.

Sorry to break it to him. Time to settle it and get in first before warfare broke out. “You all are.” I palmed my belly, the love inside of me tripling, swelling so big it was about to burst.

They fell silent. Castor stroked the darker blue booties as if he couldn’t get enough of their softness. Zethan shoved the ballet pink beanie into his pocket. He wanted it with him always, like the way I wore his bras to be closer to him.

Alaric nudged Slade hard in the gut and my man grunted. “We’ve all got super sperm.”

Slade exploded into the warmest, happiest grin I’d ever seen. “Fuck, Nurse A.” He tucked me into his arms, and I melted at his heat. “You’ve made us the luckiest, happiest daddies on the planet.”

The joy on the bond confirmed that.

I smacked his shoulder. “No language in front of the little ones until they’re twelve.”

A difficult request for my mate. Already he slipped up a few times with Mia. We initiated the swear jar at home to dissuade him from cursing, but occasionally he let one out and had to pay up.

He laughed and kissed my temple. “No deal, Nurse A.”

Castor nudged Slade aside to get in a cuddle. “A baby boy, hey? Let’s hope mine is born first and can be the future Jackals’ Wrath MC President.”

Slade growled at that, and thumped Castor on the back of the head, earning a dark chuckle. “Not happening, asshole.”

Castor’s dark chuckle shot lightning between my legs. “If he’s born first, he’s technically the heir.”

Slade punched his arm. “You’re fucking reading all the pregnancy books right now, aren’t you, asshole? Figuring out a way to get your pup to breach first.”

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