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The bond lights up with their loving affection and their desire to fuck me into oblivion.
“Relax, baby,” Miller murmurs against my lips. “Let us love the fuck out of you.”
I shiver in response.
And that’s exactly what they do.
Epilogue
Miller
Mallory Seventeen Months Old
“Don’t pass out,” Ben says, chuckling. “I think it would take all three of them to keep your big ass from hitting the ground.”
“Don’t curse in front of Mallory,” I growl, but I smile at her to offset the tone.
“She barely knows five words,” Ben snorts. “Okay, ten if we’re being generous.”
Ben’s girlfriend Heidi comes up, stretching out her hands for Mallory.
“I’ll distract her if you want to smack the crap out of him,” she says, tickling Mallory’s sides.
I chuckle.
If Benjamin fucking Hall has a perfect match, it’s Heidi. She takes no bullshit, has a good head on her shoulders, and she’s kind of intimidating when she needs to be.
“It’s taking forever,” Oliver says, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“You know how these things go,” Carver adds, tossing an arm around his shoulder. “Have I said thank you for agreeing to get married in St. Louis? Because I really fucking appreciate it.”
“You have,” I assure him.
The rest of our families were pretty flexible about traveling. Mel suggested doing the ceremony here so Carver’s mom and dad could witness it. I don’t think he cried the day Mallory was born, but he sure as shit got weepy when our omega suggested making sure his parents could witness our big day.
“They need you,” Nik says to Ben, yanking at his collar. “And we need to get lined up.”
“Let’s do this,” I say, clapping Oliver on the back.
“Here you go,” Heidi says, handing Mallory back to Ben.
“All right, let’s get you guys hitched,” Ben chuckles. “Say bye-bye to the dad brigade.”
He waves and Mallory frowns. Her big blue eyes blink like she might burst into tears.
“Dada,” she says, stretching for me. I haven’t yet figured out how to say no to that precious little face, so I take her.
“Traitor,” Ben says, laughing.
“I love you,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Don’t you want to go see Mommy?”
“No, no, no,” she says, burying her face in my shirt.
“Come on, we’ve got to walk your mom down the aisle,” Ben says, trying to take her back.
“No,” she screeches, turning away from him.
“Change of plans?” Carver offers, chuckling as he covertly flips me off. “We all know who the favorite is.”
