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He holds my face between his hands, treating me like I’m something breakable, even as he moves harder and deeper until I practically feel molded to his shape.
When I shatter again, he kisses my jaw and whispers,“Mine.”
Liam is last, and he’s slower than the rest, savoring every inch and every sound I make.
He hooks my leg over his hip and grinds deep until I’m trembling and sweating, my fingers clawing at his back.
When he kisses me, it’s messy and hot, his breath ragged as he murmurs,“You’re ours, Holly. Forever.”
They make love to me in waves, each of them taking a turn to be burying themselves inside me one after the other, while the others touch and kiss and murmur things that make my entire body bloom with something too big to name.
They tell me I’m beautiful, that I’m theirs, that they’re not afraid of this baby or the mess we’ve all made together.
It’s perfect, and it’s wonderful.
It’s everything I’ve been hoping, I’ve beenpraying, for.
By the end, I’m wrecked.
Limp and flushed, my skin slick with sweat.
They’re all around me, tangled limbs and warm bodies, their hands stroking over me like they can’t bear to stop touching me.
I feel lighter.
Able to finally breathe again.
I’m not as alone as I thought.
Jack strokes my hair, Reece’s arm is draped heavy around my waist, and Liam’s heartbeat is steady under my ear.
“You’re ours,” Jack murmurs.
“Ours,” Liam echoes.
“Forever,” Reece agrees, pressing a kiss to my temple.
For the first time in weeks, I believe in miracles.
EPILOGUE
HOLLY
It’s wild, how much can change in just a few weeks.
Some mornings, I wake up and wonder if I dreamed the whole thing, the fight with my mom, the pregnancy reveal, my dad showing up at my bakery to fight his friends and trying to tear my world apart.
And then I roll over and there they are.
My men.
Three men who could have walked away and never looked back, three men who would have had every excuse and reason to because it’s not what they signed up for.
But they didn’t.
Theystayed.
They held me through the ugly parts, they picked up the pieces when my little world was falling apart, and somehow, in the middle of all that, they started to build me a new one.
