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“Can we go see them?” asked Marilisa.

“Of course, we can,” smiled Saint. “Six kids is a lot, especially with two sets of triplets, but if anyone can handle it, it’s those two.”

As the crowd moved toward the cottage, the new team followed, unsure of whether they would be welcomed or not. It was an uneasiness that was quickly squashed. They were welcomed as if they’d been in the family for decades, not days.

Gray stepped out onto the porch with Ajei, both holding a child as Christopher stepped out behind them with another. His young triplets, Brooks, Mitchell, and Marisa were by his side, staring up at their new siblings.

“What do we have here?” smiled Angel, his grandfather.

“Boys, Grandpa,” grinned Christopher. “Three fine, healthy, strong boys and my wife doesn’t want to cut off my penis any longer.”

The entire crowd laughed, looking at the adorable pink faces.

“Have you come up with names?” he asked.

“We think so,” he nodded. “Cooper, Levi, and Caleb.”

“Cooper, Levi, and Caleb,” smiled Angel, looking down at their adorable faces. “It’s nice to meet y’all. Prepare to be spoiled.”

Everyone laughed, watching the touching scene. Saint hugged Marilisa to his body, kissing the top of her head.

“That will be us one day.”

“Three?” she smiled. “All at once? But you’re not a multiple. It would be unlikely.”

“Oh, never say that around here,” he laughed. “Look at all the multiples that weren’t multiples themselves. There’s something here that gives us what we need even when we don’t think we need it or want it.”

“I’d take multiples,” she smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be a mother. The kind I didn’t have and obviously the kind I needed. I damn sure didn’t need the one that decided to be my egg donor.”

“Don’t worry about her,” said Saint, giving her another squeeze. “We’re going to take care of her so that everyone here can feel free again.”

“I want to help, Saint. I know you don’t want me to. But I need to.”

“Who said I don’t want you to?” he said, looking down at her. “Listen, Marilisa, you’re a fucking genius. I’m amazed by you every single day. You deserve to help us find and end this woman after what she took from you, what she took from everyone. I will not allow you to place yourself in danger, but I will allow you to help us find her.”

“Allow me, huh?” she frowned.

“Well, you know what I mean. Don’t get mad at me,” he mumbled. She glared at him, holding in the smirk, then chuckled.

“I know what you mean, Saint, and it makes me very happy that you love me enough to worry like you do.”

“Love you enough?” he said, staring at her in amusement. “Woman, I love you more than my own life. I would die if something happened to you.”

“I feel the same, Saint. So, if I start protecting you, don’t get mad at me. Deal?”

He laughed, then realized that she was serious. He wiped the smile off his face and got serious, nodding at her.

“Deal. Now, what do you say you and I go try to keep up with the Jones’?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for six babies,” she smiled. “I’d be very happy with one.”

“Then let’s get to work, woman. I’m not getting any younger.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Michelle Fryar paced back and forth in front of the massive picture window facing the Atlantic Ocean. Three men were all she had left, and there wasn’t time to recruit more. Three men would be of no use to her, given the abilities of her fellow pink dust people.

“What about those other two?” she frowned to herself.

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