Page 58 of Christmas with Daddy's Best Friends

Their words are heartfelt, sincere, and as I listen, I feel a profound sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the love that has grown, for the understanding that has deepened, and for the family that has expanded in ways I never imagined.

When it’s my turn to say my vows, they flow like water through me, effortless in their sincerity. “Never could I have dreamed I might find a Prince Charming to cherish me the way you do. And somehow, I got so lucky to have not one Prince Charming but three. You each have shown me such care and consideration. You’ve taught me what loyalty and love truly mean. Zach, Luke, Cilian, words can’t express the depth of my love for you, and I vow to nurture that love and watch it grow because together, I believe we can get through anything.”

We exchange rings, symbolic tokens of our commitment. The metal is cool against my skin as all three men slide the ring onto my finger together, sealing the promise we’ve made to each other. Then I follow suit, fitting a ring to each of their fingers, their expressions filled with love and devotion as I peer into each of their eyes in turn.

The officiant pronounces us committed, and we seal the ceremony with a kiss. The moment lingers, a shared connection that transcends the physical, binding us together in a way that words alone cannot capture.

Then it’s time for a lavish dinner, a celebration of the love that has brought us to this moment. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the warmth of shared stories fill the air. It’s a beautiful night, a heartwarming celebration, and I’m so happy we chose to do it before the baby comes. It makes us officially a family, prepared to welcome our little girl into the world as a united force. And after three months of growing together and building as a team, I truly believe we can do it—Luke, Zach, Cilian, and I. And with the support of those we love surrounding us, this child is going to be spoiled beyond reason, I’m sure.

Finally, it’s time to turn in for the night, and despite my now prominent belly, I make love with each of my men. It’s not the same kind of fiery sex that first brought me this gift of life. I’m too pregnant for that now. Instead, I spend time with them individually, reinforcing the strength of our attraction, the depth of our love. Nothing will stop us from reveling in the bliss of knowing that we chose one another, we’ve formed a bond that will last a lifetime.

And after we’re done, in the quiet moments before sleep claims me, I find myself reflecting on the journey that brought us here. From the initial apprehension to the deep-seated love we now share, every step has been worth it. The commitment ceremony was not just a formality. It was a reaffirmation of the bonds that hold us together.

I lie in the arms of my three men, their rhythmic breathing a soothing lullaby. The baby inside me kicks gently, a reminder of the new life that will soon join our fold. In this moment, surrounded by the warmth of love and acceptance, I feel a sense of completeness. The journey is far from over, but as I close my eyes, I know that whatever lies ahead, we’ll face it together, a united front against the uncertainties of the future.

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