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Chapter 28
Epilogue
Leighton - 8 Months Later
It’s wild how much can change in just eight months.
A year ago, Luna and I moved here, settling into a little townhouse, doing our best to hold it all together while I juggled work and single mom life. I never could’ve imagined what was coming—finding her dad, and along with him, the two other men who made me feel like I was the only woman alive that night at the ball.
A few months later, we packed up and moved in with them, learning how to navigate this beautiful, messy, new relationship.
And now? Now it feels like home. Really, truly home.
David’s house—our house for the past eight months—is always filled with laughter, toys scattered everywhere, and the kind of warmth I didn’t even know I was missing until I had it. Luna has her own bright, beautiful room, with a playroom next door that she’s completely claimed as her personal kingdom. And me? I share a bedroom with Shane, but let’s be real. It’srare that we’re not all tangled up together in that massive bed most nights.
And today, as I lie in bed waiting for Luna to wake up, I can’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come. Luna is three now. She is thriving, happy, confident, and so loved it makes my chest ache. Just two months ago, we threw her the biggest birthday celebration in the backyard—there was a bouncy house, face painting, arts and crafts, and so many bubbles it looked like a dream. The guys went all out for her, like they always do. They’re still my rocks, showing up every damn day not just for me, but for her, too. I never expected this life, but now I can’t imagine anything else.
I’ve been feeling off the past few days—nauseous in the mornings, boobs sore, mood swings all over the place. So, I called out of work. Thankfully, there is no game today. And my sex drive? Through the fucking roof. Off. The. Charts. I brushed it off as needing stress relief. Whatever. But today, it hit me.
So here I am, standing in the bathroom while Luna is still asleep and the guys are at practice, staring down at two pink lines that have my whole world spinning.
Pregnant.
Again.
A smile breaks across my face, and I let out a little laugh, pressing a hand to my belly. Six weeks, if my math is right. No wonder I’ve been insatiable lately.
Luna stirs, and I shove my emotions aside to get her up and start the day. The hours fly by—we read, color, she plays on the new swing set in the backyard, we eat… and boy, do I eat. We wrap up with a movie in the evening, and she’s out cold by 7:30 PM.
The boys won’t be home for another thirty minutes, but my body is practically buzzing with need. So… why not?
I grab my favorite dildo from the nightstand and head into the bathroom. I plant it firmly on the makeup bench, strip down, and straddle it, one leg on either side, settling over the toy with the vibrator cranked to full speed.
My breath hitches as I start to move. God, it feels so good, so necessary, like my whole body’s been wound tight and finally has somewhere to unravel. I rock my hips, head falling back, biting my lip to keep quiet.
I’m close, so close—
“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on in here?”
Shane’s voice slices through the haze, and my eyes snap open. He’s leaning in the doorway—shirtless, flushed, sweat-damp from practice, and staring at me like he’s just walked in on his favorite fantasy.
Behind him, David and Andy appear, both still in their gear, eyes going wide before that look shifts—hungry, lit up.
“I… couldn’t wait,” I pant, grinding harder against the toy. “My hormones are out of fucking control.”
Shane steps inside, dark eyes locked on mine as he drops his bag with a thud. “Jesus, baby. You’re trying to kill me.”
Andy lets out a low whistle, peeling off his shirt as he follows. “We’re dead on our feet, but damn if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve seen all month.”
David doesn’t say a word. He just moves.
Two strides and he’s in front of me, cupping my chin, kissing me like he hasn’t touched me in weeks. Deep, sweet, possessive. He grabs my hips, lifts me clean off the bench, plucks the buzzing dildo from between my legs, and hands it to Shane without looking away. Then he sets me back down, spreads me open, and drops to his knees, ready to devour.
His tongue flicks over my clit and laps through my folds—relentless, messy, like he’s starving for it.
“Couldn’t wait for the bed?” I tease, breathless, already tipping back against the vanity.
“Not when you look like that,” Andy mutters, tugging loose the drawstring of his sweatpants. “You’re lucky we let you make it this far.”
