Page 93 of Hat Trick Daddies

Tyler waves me off. “Nah, we’ll just say we’re looking for girls and book a massive suite with adjoining rooms. Easy.”

Brooks chuckles. “You two are unstoppable.” He glances at me, his eyes soft. “But he’s not wrong. The key to all this is blending in.”

The doorbell rings, and Nick springs up to grab the food. I hear the muffled exchange at the door and the smell of garlic and herbs wafts into the room as he returns with the bags.

We sit around the dining table, unboxing the calzones and digging into the fresh, piping-hot feast. I spear a piece of lettuce from the shared salad bowl, listening to the banter at the table.

Nick and Tyler exchange a conspiratorial look. “By the way,” Tyler starts, leaning forward with a playful grin, “the proposal? We helped.”

Nick nods. “We helped Brooks pick out the ring and came up with the idea to propose during halftime.”

My eyes widen, a wave of emotion rushing through me. “So this was all of you?”

Tyler grins, lifting his glass. “All of us. We all want you, Ally. Forever.”

My heart clenches in the best way, and I smile so hard my cheeks ache. “You guys are something else, you know that?”

As the food dwindles and our plates sit nearly empty, Brooks wipes his hands on a napkin and leans back. “We figured itmade the most sense for you to marry me because I’m the most financially secure.”

I tilt my head, intrigued but slightly confused.

“If something ever happened to me,” Brooks continues, his tone steady, “everything would go to you. And the twins…well, you’d still be with them, and they’d be taken care of. We all want this to work.”

Tears well in my eyes as the depth of their thoughtfulness hits me. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

They all nod in unison, their gazes warm and reassuring.

After dinner, we sprawl out on the couch, their bodies anchoring me in a cocoon of love and comfort. I lie across them, my head on Brooks’ lap, Tyler’s hand resting on my arm, and Nick’s fingers trailing across my hair.

I feel like a goddess, cherished and adored, and for the first time in days, everything feels perfect.

Nick kisses me softly on the forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. I close my eyes, savoring the tender gesture. Brooks' hand gently strokes my cheek, while Tyler's thumb traces lazy circles on my arm.

"I've missed this.”

"We've missed you too, love," Brooks replies, his deep voice rumbling through me.

Nick hums in agreement, his fingers still weaving through my hair. "It's not the same when you're not here."

Tyler squeezes my arm gently. "You bring us together, you know. You're our heart."

Their words wash over me, filling me with a sense of belonging so profound it nearly brings tears to my eyes.

I nestle deeper into their embrace, feeling utterly safe and cherished. The gentle hum of the TV in the background fades away as I focus on the steady rhythms of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies surrounding me.

I melt into their kisses, feeling completely secure and adored. The soft drone of the TV fades into the background as I focus on the steady rhythm of our breathing, the sensation of warmth and desire enveloping me.

“Did you talk to Coach yet? About the…email?” Brooks asks me, his brow furrowed with concern.

I nod, feeling myself smile a little in spite of the bout of nerves that races through me at the thought of Tiffany’s blackmail attempt. “He was surprisingly chill about the whole thing. He actually said he hadn’t ever liked Tiffany, and he was glad she wasn’t going to be around all the time anymore. He said he didn’t want to know anything too specific about…us…he just wants us all to keep showing up, and he’s happy.”

“Coach Walker is a solid guy,” Tyler says with a grin.

“I figured he would be cool about…everything,” Nick chimes in, as if he doesn’t want to be left out.

I smile at them gently. Twins offer an interesting dynamic in this kind of sharing situation. It’s charming seeing them always competing for my attention in that way that only siblings can manage.

"Tell me about your day," I murmur eagerly, wanting to be in tune with them, to be a part of their world after being apart for so long and eager not to talk about what could have been a career-ending incident for me.

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