Page 210 of Accidental Theirs
“Chloe,” I breathe, but it’s the last thing I’m able to say before something drains from my body. It’s like I can’t think, I’m fading out.
I wake back up here and there, remembering Dominic’s panicked brown eyes, Damien’s hand squeezing mine, Sebastian’s low tone as he read to me.
When I wake up, the doctors are standing over me, looking down at me in relief.
“She's awake.”
They give me some kind of test, and I’m confused at first.
“You’re at the hospital, Ms. Carter. We’re just doing a few tests.”
When Sebastian, Dominic, and Damien are finally able to visit, I burst into tears.
“Where’s Chloe?” I ask, confused and upset.
“She’s okay. She’s in the nursery.”
“Can I see her? How long was I out for?” Damien nods quickly, heading to get the nurse.
“You’ve been asleep for days,” Dominic says in a raspy voice and when I look up at him, he’s disheveled and unshaven.
I’m not surprised; I’m sure he’s been worried sick.
Damien returns with Chloe in his arms and suddenly nothing else matters, and I’m sobbing looking down at her.
“She’s here. We’re finally a family.”
EPILOGUE
Olivia
Eighteen monthslater
Chloe stumblesaround on the beach with her little pail, doing her best to get to the water without me. She’s wearing a cute little pink two-piece.
I chase along after her, but I’m too slow, and Damien sweeps her up in his arms.
“Chloe,” he sings. “Are you going in the water?”
She jumps around excitedly, babbling, and he laughs. “Tell me all about it.”
Her green-blue eyes just like his, sparkle with mirth and mischief.
She’s almost a year and a half old, and we’re on vacation in the Balkans.
Dominic kept his promise about staying, but he needs these escapes every once in a while to remind himself he’s a rolling stone, I guess.
A rolling stone with a family.
Things are different now, and he’s acted accordingly. Theyall have.
Dominic has stuck in one place. Sebastian has stopped womanizing. Damien hasn’t been a workaholic. Everything’s perfect.
Sebastian grins at me, wearing his tight black trunks and nothing else, and I bite my lip, heat rushing through me at the sight of my three shirtless men.
Damien with his wide shoulders and muscles and a couple of tattoos, gotten when he was young and stupid. Dominic with his long, lanky frame, muscles rippling.
Gretchen, my new best friend and my nanny on this trip, puts down her drink.
