Page 80 of Knot your Princess
I leave that hanging there, and the room goes silent. My mother gave up her legacy to her twin, knowing it was the right thing to do for her, for him and for our family. She and Daddy are happy now, travelling the world and touching base every so often.
“Back to your babies,” the sonographer says, clearing her throat.
“Sorry! Yes, babies.”
“Everything looks good here,” she says. “Come back in a couple of weeks so we can check your progress.”
“I know the drill,” I mutter, wiping the gel from my belly and climbing off the table.
With a muttered thanks, we file out to her relief, and meet up with Atlas and the girls in the waiting room.
I watch his face as Cain tells him the news and smile. I bend down and cuddle the girls, my little girls, knowing if I end up with three more omegas, we are in for a hellish time as alphas from far and wide will be sniffing around the Quinn heiresses. Fingers crossed, these will be boys.
As we file out of the hospital, Trent takes my hand and kisses it. “You are so perfect.”
“So are you,” I reply.
“If they’re boys, I know just what to call them,” Cain exclaims suddenly as we climb into the minibus and strap the girls into their car seats.
“Oh?” I ask distractedly.
“Luke, Mark and John.”
The entire minibus goes silent.
“Are you sure?” I ask carefully.
He nods. “Yes, I think it would be fitting to giveourbirth names to any boys we father.”
“I agree,” I murmur, and then I’m unceremoniously shoved aside as Atlas flings himself at Cain.
“You big fucking softie,” he says, but I can tell he is pleased as punch, and so is Trent.
I can only hope now that we have three alphas to fulfil his request.
Sending up a silent prayer, I receive a warm, fuzzy feeling deep in my belly in return. I smile, knowing Cain will get his wish.
