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A girl.A swell of emotion washes over me, and though I want to melt into a puddle of tears, I lean back into position, arch my back, land my hand on the handlebar, and let every roll, every stretch mark, and insecurity free because this is who I want my daughter to be.

A strong, brave, confident woman who lets her freak flag fly.

Epilogue

Molly

One Year Later

“You want the couch in the center of the room or against the back wall?” Rhett asks, balancing the ottoman on his shoulder. The man is twenty years older than me, but I swear he’s stronger than most the boys my age.

“The center. My brother brought a sofa table from the farmhouse I’m going to use there. It was my mom’s.” Rhett kisses my forehead as Maverick and Holden carry in the rest of the furniture we purchased for the new room. It’s taken almost a year of consistent blood, sweat, and tears, but the guys have officially finished all renovations on the cabin. The one-bedroom bungalow that used to sit here is now a five bedroom, four bath, monster of a farmhouse, though I guess we need it considering our lifestyle.

“Where do you want the lamp?” Holden’s biceps flex as he holds the heavy wood-based floor piece on his shoulder.

“Umm… that corner to the left should be good.” It’s so wild to finally see our home coming together. For so long we lived in fear over what would happen with Holden’s job, or what the community would think, but in the end, we put in one nail after the other, and life figured itself out.

My brother steps into the house with the antique sofa table I requested from the farmhouse back in Tennessee. It’s a vintagewhitewash with thin ornate legs and two long drawers that’ll be perfect for this room, and reminds me of my childhood. He sets the sofa table down with a grunt and bends his back around in an attempt to loosen everything back up. He’s a man of few words, but if you know him, you know his body tells a story. This little dance tells me that he’s ready to take off. I can’t blame him. He misses his wife, and though she has the guys at home to keep her company, I know he hates leaving his family.

“You takin’ off, big brother?” I slide the baby to the opposite hip and reach up for a hug.

“Yeah. I’ve got a long drive home and I don’t want to have to stop. You guys have most everything in anyway, right?”

“Right.” I nod and squeeze him tight, watching as he moves down the line, hugging every one of my husbands. A year ago, I didn’t think this was possible. I thought he’d lose it the second he found out Rhett and I were together. Turns out, he’d have traded anything for me to get rid of Tyler. “Be safe getting home.”

He gives me that signature silent nod, kisses the baby, and heads out the front porch into the snow, leaving my little family and I alone for the first time in our completely finished and furnished cabin.

I turn toward Violet and kiss her forehead. “What do you think, little girl? Should we go check out your bedroom?” It’s at least an hour past naptime, and at this age, naps are an imperative part of growth,and the sanity of everyone else in the house.

She’s only eight months old, so there’s no answer, but I see it in her eyes. She’s exhausted. Truthfully, so am I.

Holden takes the baby from my arms and kisses her chubby, red cheek. “I’ll put you down, sweet girl. Your mama needs a break.” Moments like this have been an added bonus to this lifestyle. When one of us is exhausted, the others stepin. There’s always someone to share the workload which has allowed me to keep up with my flower stand. It’s a far cry from the shop that Rosie and I shared, but it’s much easier to maintain, and the little cart out in front of the house has a significantly lower overhead so I’m making about the same amount of profit.

I sell at least twenty bouquets a week and I had two events for fall that requested their entire wedding be sunflowers. The guys spent a week out in the field planning the rows and planting the flowers for me. At harvest, I went with my basket and spent weeks making arrangements that reminded me a lot of the little wedding I had with the guys.

It wasn’t a huge affair. We only invited very close family, but nonetheless, it was perfect. We did it in a field of wildflowers with the old gray barn in the backdrop. We waited until Holden’s appeal went through with the medical board, then married the following day. I don’t think any of us actually believed it could happen, but given Holden’s respect in the community, and his medical standing, the board decided to look the other way. Of course, we didn’t mention anything about the polyamorous lifestyle we’re living. Instead, we kept it vague.

Maverick wraps his arm around my shoulder and tugs me in close before lifting me up off the ground. I’m still surprised these guys can lift me as easily as they can.

“Where are we going?”

“Bedroom. Mommy’s need to be put to bed, too.”

An involuntary smile stretches across my face. “Is that right?”

Rhett stalks behind us, his tone low as he says, “Oh, I’m in.”

“Same,” Holden whispers, stepping out of Violet’s room. “I’m thirsty as fuck.”

Thirsty as fuck has become a joke around the house. A joke that usually leads to one of them pulling my nursing bra down for a sip of fresh milk. The thought alone has my thighs aching to be touched. I’m not sure what it is about a big, bearded man with my breast milk dripping off his chin that does it for me, but here we are.

Maverick lays me back on the bed and tugs my panties to the floor, kissing his way up my legs, between my thighs, and into my slit. His beard is long and soft against my skin, tickling as he kisses my outer lips and licks me gently.

My eyes close as Rhett and Holden suckle at my tits, flicking their tongues against my milky nipples before scraping their teeth with gentle moans.

We have all kinds of sex. Rough sex out in the garage with bike chains and clamps. Loving, impromptu sex that’s usually had after a night cuddled up on the couch together. Forhispleasure sex, where I get on my knees in the kitchen and suck each one of them off until their come is dripping all over me. And forherpleasure sex, which usually goes a lot like this.

I’m laid back, eaten out, suckled, and I’m fucked to sleep. I never thought there was anything this great in the world.

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