Page 105 of Knocked Up by my Best Friend's Brothers

We sleep for a while, and then we’re back at it. Insatiable. Unstoppable. My men love me, and I love them with everything I’ve got.

“I’m scared,” I say, my head resting on Nathan’s chest.

River and Cassius are fast asleep, their legs tangled with mine. The sun is coming up, but we’re not going anywhere, anytime soon. We left a window cracked open, and I can hear the birds’ trills from the gardens below. I can smell the roses, too.

“Scared?” Nathan replies, his fingers drawing invisible lines down my back.

Every muscle in my body is sore. My core feels tender and soft. I love this feeling, and I can’t get enough of it.

“About the pregnancy. About delivering the baby. About how my life is about to change forever. I’m bringing a child into the world.”

“We’rebringing a child into the world,” he says. “You’re not alone anymore, Christa. You’ll never be alone again, unless you want to be. And should that ever happen, you know we’ll give you all the space you need, my love.”

I look up at him. “You sound so confident.”

“I am. Because I’ve got a woman like you by my side.” He kisses me gently. “Christa, you’ll realize, someday soon, that it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. The kid is the luckiest, in my opinion.”

“Oh, is he?” I chuckle softly.

“Three dads and a kick-ass mom like you? Hell, yes. The luckiest kid in the world.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” I sigh deeply.

Nathan gently lifts my chin, his lips beckoning mine. “I can only imagine how it feels. Your body is changing, and it will keep changing.”

“I’m going to get so big.”

River groans and sits up. “And there’s simply going to be more of you to love. Damn, woman, we’re hooked and head over heels for you, and you’re worried about gaining a few pounds? You’re creating a life from scratch. You’re a fucking goddess.”

“Our goddess,” Cassius adds, rolling over so he can look at us.

“I love you three so much, it hurts,” I manage.

“All I can say is I hope it’s the only kind of pain you’ll ever get from us,” Nathan says.

He kisses me again.

I feel every word. Deep in the pit of my soul, the sun rises—fully and brightly.

The storm has passed.

Epilogue: Christa

“Maybe we should’ve waited until the baby was born,” I mutter as I stare at myself in the mirror.

The bridal gown falls beautifully around me, a sea of white lace sprinkled with pearls. The top hugs my breasts and covers my arms in the finest satin with an embroidered gold pattern that makes me feel like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.

Teagan stands beside me, trying so hard not to cry. She’s pretty in her cherry-pink dress, glowing with joy for me and my special day. My belly is huge, though. I had imagined myself in a different setting—and not pregnant. But we skipped a few steps in our already-complicated relationship.

“Christa, you are absolutely gorgeous,” Teagan says.

I chuckle. “Preggo bridal chic?”

“I’d say goddess in white.”

“Ah,” I gasp, cradling my giant bump, “kicking again.”

“You’re nervous. The baby feels it, too.” She winks at me. “Now come on! You’re perfect. And your grooms are waiting downstairs.”

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