Page 142 of A Ryan Recollection

“Sure did,” Mikey says with a sigh. “By the way when can we get back to that?”

“Mikey!” Conor chides him, making me laugh.

“I’m just asking. No pressure, Red,” Mikey says, reaching over and giving my thigh a reassuring squeeze.

I burrow my face into the crook of Conor’s shoulder and close my eyes. “I know. And it’s okay. I want to get back to it too.”

“Has that dog always had an Australian accent?” Shane asks, changing the conversation abruptly.

Liam laughs. “Um, yeah.”

“Never noticed,” Shane mutters.

“I prefer the cartoon with the pigs,” Mikey says.

I close my eyes and listen to the sound of my four husbands discussing their preferred kids cartoons as well as Finn and Ella giggling softly. Maybe I can get an hour of sleep before Cian wakes for another feed.

I feel a soft kiss on my head and warm hands resting on my thighs as sleep finally takes me, and I dream of more babies and a life full of love with the four most incredible men in the universe.

The End …

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