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“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Taeja said, then looked at Damon. “Just like I know you want to be married again… Cho, I wish there were two of me,” she said, and Damon chuckled.

“I don’t think I’ll be a good father,” Zain said. As Taeja opened her mouth to protest, Zain cut her off. “Let me finish. I’m not very good with people anymore. Don’t babies need attention twenty-four-seven? I can’t handle that. Not yet.”

“I’ll wait until you’re ready,” Taeja said. “Because I don’t want to have Damon’s baby if I can’t have yours. And I don’t want to marry you if I can’t marry Damon.”

Damon sighed. “Baby—”

“I’m being unrealistic, I know. So let’s put it like this. We don’t have to get married if I can’t marry both of you. I’m fine with that.”

“We’re not,” Zain said. “We’re never letting you go. Ever. And if anything happens to us, we want to ensure you’re set for life.”

“How? I won’t be married to Damon.”

“I have a will, gorgeous. You and the kids would be in it,” Damon said. “Come here,” he said, and she straddled him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead, running his hands up and down her back. “You don’t have to worry about this right now. We’ll figure it out, okay? Together.”

“Okay,” she said, biting back a yawn.

“Are you ready for bed?” he asked, and she nodded against his chest. Damon moved them around until they lay down.

Her head was on his chest, one of her feet thrown over his body. She watched Zain turn the ceiling lights off, turn the lamp on, then move to the couch and try to make himself comfortable. “Zain, can you sleep with us? Just for tonight? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable all night.”

“I’ve slept in worse places. Go to sleep,” Zain answered.

“Zain,” she insisted, having a silent stare-down with him until he sighed and gave in. He lay on the bed beside her, and she faced him.

Damon’s hand crawled beneath her sleep shirt, cupping her bare pussy, and she rolled her eyes. Damon picked up a habit of holding Taeja’s pussy to fall asleep, and it both amused and baffled her.

Zain kissed her lips, lightly tugging them between his teeth as he pulled away. “Goodnight.”

She smiled at him. “Goodnight,” she said, then looked over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Daddy.”

Damon smirked, kissing the back of her head. “Goodnight, gorgeous,” he replied, using his thumb to brush the top of her pussy.

“Unu seh goodnight to each other.”

Taeja laughed as they groaned. “A time now unu stop gwan so. Say it.”

“You know you act like our mom sometimes?” Damon grumbled.

“Exactly,” Zain agreed. “We should keep them away from each other.”

“Right, because Mom will probably try to show her our baby pictures if they get too close.”

“And what if she does?” Taeja teased. “Don’t want me to see how good-looking you two used to be?”

Zain raised hisbrow. “Used to be?”

Damon scoffed. “She’s styling us.”

Taeja burst out laughing. “I need to get you back to America before you forget your roots.”

Damon chuckled. “Goodnight, Zain.”

Zain looked at his brother and nodded.

“Say it!” Taeja pressed.

Zain rolled his eyes. “Night, bro,” he said before looking at Taeja. “Happy?”

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