Page 92 of Hat Trick Daddies

I feel surrounded, not just physically but emotionally, and for the first time tonight, I feel at ease.

I look at each of them, my heart pounding as I try to find the right words. “How is this going to work?” I finally ask, my voice quiet but steady. “Are you really okay with…with me marrying Brooks?”

They exchange glances, their expressions calm and thoughtful. It’s Nick who speaks first. “We all love you, Ally.Truly,” he says, his blue eyes locking with mine. “We’ve talked about this a lot, and we’re all on the same page.”

Tyler nods, his smile softer than usual. “We want to do this together, all four of us. We’re okay with sharing you because what matters is us. All of us.”

Brooks leans forward, his hand resting on my knee. “You’re not just marrying me, Ally. You’re with all of us, and we’re all in this together. The relationship between the four of us—it’s the number one thing in our lives.”

My chest tightens, and tears prick my eyes. Their words feel like a balm to every fear and doubt I’ve been carrying. They’re so certain, so unwavering, and I can feel their love surrounding me like a cocoon.

I don’t even realize I’m crying until Tyler reaches over to wipe a tear from my cheek. “You okay?” he asks gently, his voice laced with concern.

I nod, my voice catching as I whisper, “I’ve never felt so loved.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, I lean forward, pulling each of them into a hug. My arms wrap around Nick first, then Tyler, and finally Brooks, who lingers the longest. My lips find theirs one by one, soft kisses that feel like promises whispered into the night.

Brooks pulls back slightly, his hands resting on my shoulders. “There’s one more thing,” he says, his voice steady but tentative. “Will you move in with us? Make this your home?”

My breath catches, and I glance around the room, taking in the familiar space. The thought of living here, surrounded by them, fills me with both excitement and trepidation. “Yes,” I say softly, nodding. “I’ll move in.”

Tyler grins, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Good. Now it’s official.”

Nick chuckles, leaning back against the couch. “About time. You’ve practically been living here anyway.”

I laugh, though it comes out shaky. “Do you think people will think it’s strange?” I ask, looking between them.

Brooks’ hand tightens on mine, and he shakes his head firmly. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? What matters is what makes us happy.”

His words settle over me and I feel a sense of calm.

The conversation shifts naturally, and I’m caught in the warmth of it as Brooks leans back on the couch, his arm around my shoulder.

Tyler stretches his legs out, his feet propped on the coffee table, and Nick reclines with a grin that seems permanently etched on his face.

“So, honeymoon ideas?” I ask, half-teasing but genuinely curious.

“Cabo,” Nick and Tyler chime in unison, their voices overlapping perfectly.

Brooks and I burst into laughter, the timing too perfect not to enjoy. “Of course,” I say, shaking my head.

Brooks grins, standing up and ruffling my hair gently as he passes. “I’m grabbing the menu for Tony’s Pizza. We need to handle dinner before we start planning anything extravagant.”

As Brooks heads toward the kitchen, my heart feels full to bursting. I glance at Tyler, who’s now gently running a hand across my growing belly, his touch warm and tentative.

Nick follows his lead, his hand brushing my side as if they both can’t resist connecting with me, with us.

He returns, sitting down beside me with the menu and pulling me closer into his side. His scent, a mix of leather and faint musk, is grounding.

“Before we talk wedding bells, we’re talking calzones,” Brooks says, holding up the menu with a wink.

We debate pizza toppings, calzones, and side dishes like it’s a sport. Between laughs, I glance at the twins. “Have you guys ever taken a girl on vacation? Just the two of you?”

Tyler smirks. “We’ve done it a lot, actually.”

Nick nods, folding his arms across his chest. “We’re pros at traveling discreetly. No one’s ever commented because it’s easy to play it off. We’re just two guys with a friend. International travel is even better. Fans and paparazzi? Less of a problem.”

I giggle. “But our honeymoon? Won’t it be weird?”

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