Page 165 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

Samuel sat beside Adam, leaning forward, his dark eyes locked on the tiny bundle. “You could say that.”

I eased down next to them, feeling the ache settle into my bones. Every part of me was exhausted, but my heart was full—so full it felt like it might burst.

Adam shifted, wrapping an arm around me and pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. “You did good, sugar.”

I sighed, sinking into his warmth as Kai finally stopped pacing, settling down beside us and carefully placing our son in my arms.

The moment his little body rested against mine, his soft weight melting into my chest, I felt a boundless adoration that hit me hard.

Love. Deep, endless, terrifying love.

Samuel reached out, his fingers tracing over the baby’s tiny fist as it curled tight. “He’s perfect,” he murmured.

Kai exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. “So, are we really calling him ‘the baby’ forever, or are we actually gonna pick a name?”

Adam huffed. “You got a better suggestion?”

Kai’s mouth twitched. “I stand by Everett.”

Samuel arched a brow. “Everett’s not bad.”

I let my head fall back against Adam’s shoulder, amusement curling through my exhaustion. But then, as I looked down at my son, my heart stirred deep inside me.

A name I hadn’t said in so long, it almost felt foreign on my tongue.

“…James.”

All three of them went quiet.

Samuel was the first to speak, his voice careful. “Your father’s name?”

I nodded slowly, my fingers brushing over my son’s cheek. “He was strong. Steady. The kind of man people could count on. I’d like our son to have that.”

Adam exhaled softly, pressing another kiss to my temple.

“James,” he murmured. “It’s a damn good name.”

Kai leaned in, stroking a fingertip over our son’s tiny knuckles.

“James,” he repeated, testing the weight of it. Then he smiled. “Yeah. It fits.”

Samuel’s hand rested on my thigh, his touch warm and sure. “James, it is.”

The baby stirred in my arms, letting out a little sigh, as if he’d been waiting for us to say it.

I smiled, my heart swelling to the point of aching.

James.

I glanced around at them—my men, my family. The ones who had stood by me, loved me, and now would love our son just as fiercely.

I had never, in my whole life, felt more surrounded by love.

And that?

That was worth more than anything in the world.

We barely had five minutes of peace.

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