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“It’s very early stages in her pregnancy. Anything can happen so please, bed rest. That’s my order,” he says. “She’s asleep, but who would like to see her first?” he asks.

“All of us,” Grizzly says. “Well, me and these three assholes.” He points to us and I can’t help but grin. “We’re family, after all.”

Family.

Something I’ll die to protect.

We walk down the hall and the doctor shows us her room. I take one side, Bane takes another, and Colt stands at the end of the bed. I take her hand and sit down, kissing the top of her scratched knuckles.

“I love you,” she whispers in a sigh while she sleeps. “All of you.”

“We love you too, sweetness. Rest,” Colt croons. “We’re here. We will be here when you wake up.”

And nothing, no one, will ever prevent that from happening.

This family, this woman, is mine.

EPILOGUE

HARLOW

8 Months Later

It’s been one week since I gave birth to the twins.

Twins!

I didn’t know I was pregnant with not one baby but two, until five months. One had hidden behind their sibling and didn’t want to make an appearance. The shock wore off fast when I saw how happy the guys were. They were ecstatic when they found out. They turned from badass bikers to amazing dads.

But to me, they are both.

I stretch, my body is still sore from the vaginal birth. I still can’t believe I was capable of doing that. There’s a part of me that never wants to experience it again, but then, all three of my men cried the day their children were born.

“Hey, sweetness.” Colt enters the room with coffee for me. “How are you feeling? Do you need another ice pack? You know…” His eyes drift down my body to between my legs because apparently some damn Tylenol and an ice pack are what is supposed to make me feel better.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I can do it. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you.” He climbs on the bed and gives me a quick kiss, setting the coffee on the nightstand. “Come on. I got you.” He helps me out of bed, carrying me to the bathroom, and I groan in pain when I use the restroom. Colt gathers clean clothes and strips, then undresses me.

“Shower, but no funny business,” he reminds me.

“Oh yeah. I’m in a real frisky mood,” I sass, wobbling to the shower stall.

He flips on the water and we step inside the warm spray and the first thing Colt does is hold me.

“How are Declan and Daisy?” I ask, wanting an update on my son and daughter.

“Perfect.” He kisses my shoulder. “Me, Bane, and Alto switch every fifteen minutes, and I got tired of being empty-handed, so I wanted to come see you.”

“I love how attentive you three are. I love seeing you hold them. There is nothing more attractive to me than watching you three being amazing fathers, not to mention amazing partners too. I’m a lucky woman.”

Colt tilts my head back to wet my hair. He takes care of me every morning. It’s our thing. Every single one of us has something we do alone together. Colt loves his morning showers with me. He pampers me. He starts washing my hair, a gentle scalp massage that almost puts me to sleep standing up. He rinses and gently washes my body.

Then he gives my neck, back, and legs a massage.

“Thank you,” he says like he does every morning. “For putting your body through that birth, for giving me children. I know you must be in pain, and I just want to take it away.”

“You are.” I blink away tears. How did I get so lucky with three men who genuinely care about my well-being? I know women who had to do everything on their own after the first day and it makes me wonder if men aren’t thinking about how bad we still hurt? I feel bad for those women. “You make me feel better every day.”

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