Page 112 of Hat Trick Daddies

As soon as the door closes behind them, the boys waste no time. Tyler pulls me close, his lips finding my neck, while Nick and Brooks slide their hands beneath my dress.

We christen the master suite, leaving no corner untouched before collapsing together in bliss.

A few hours later, we’re at the resort’s bar and grill, sitting at a shaded outdoor table. The air is cooler now, but still warm, and the scent of grilled seafood mingles with salt from the sea.

The boys are relaxed, each nursing a drink as we wait for our guests to arrive.

Nick and Tyler are the best at getting the kids to eat, and they take shifts encouraging the babies to have their own dinner and to be compliant and mellow while we wait.

My phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen. Messages from my dad, Kenzie, and Jinx confirm their arrival. I smile and wave them over as they appear on the walkway.

My dad strides forward, his face lighting up when he sees me. Kenzie and Jinx follow, their excitement palpable.

“Ally!” my dad exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug. His embrace smells of cologne and warmth, and I feel a wave of nostalgia hit me.

Kenzie and Jinx hug me next, their chatter filling the air as they coo over how beautiful the resort is and how excited they are for the ceremony.

The boys join the hugs, their charm immediately winning over my dad, who shakes their hands firmly.

For half an hour, we laugh and chat, the atmosphere filled with warmth and goodwill. Then, it’s time to part ways.

Kenzie and Jinx head up to the suite with me and the children, while the boys head off to my dad’s room to get ready.

The suite is bustling with activity as we prepare. Three masseuses arrive first, their skilled hands ready to work out every knot and bit of tension in our muscles.

They chat with Jinx, who speaks a little Spanish, as she watches the kids.

They offer Jinx a massage as well, but she shakes her head and tells them she doesn’t do that kind of “girly” stuff. We all laugh.

The scent of lavender oil fills the air, and I feel myself melting into the massage table, the gentle music playing in the background lulling me into relaxation.

Next, three nail technicians set up in the room to work on us, their stations neatly arranged with bottles of polish in every color imaginable.

Finally, a hairstylist and makeup artist arrive, transforming the room into a mini salon. My hair is styled into soft waves, a delicate seashell clip securing it to one side.

My makeup is luminous, with shimmering highlights and a subtle coral lip that perfectly complements my gown.

They even manage to get Jinx’s obscenely red hair with it’s punk cut into something that looks like a wedding style.

She frowns at herself in the mirror for a moment, and I think she might protest, but then she grins and takes out her phone to take some pictures.

“Who knew I could actually look like this,” she says with a little bit of wonder as she admires her hair and makeup.

“You look really pretty,” Kenzie says.

Jinx giggles. “Don’t get too used to it,” she shoots back, but I can tell she’s pleased with the compliment.

When I slip into my dress, a fitted mermaid gown with intricate beading and seashell lace, I hardly recognize myself in the mirror.

The fabric hugs my figure, and the flowing train adds an ethereal touch. Jinx and Kenzie gasp, their faces lighting up as they take me in.

“You look like a mermaid princess,” Jinx says, her voice full of awe.

“Like a fairytale,” Kenzie adds, pulling me into a hug.

Tears prick my eyes as I hug them back. In this moment, everything feels perfect.

As Kenzie, Jinx, and I make our way to the outdoor wedding venue with the babies in their stroller, my heart feels heavy despite the joy of the day.

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