Page 26 of Gifted to The Billionaires

“Look at it this way, you can tell your niece or nephew that you set their mommy up on a date with their daddies. You’ll be a hero.”

We’re in my kitchen grabbing drinks for the group of us while Nik and Ivy relax in the sitting room. Ivy is almost three months along now, and she’s coming out of her morning sickness phase. Luckily, since it’s been quite hard on her. My girl loves food and tossing it up has not been her favorite thing in the world.

Ivy wanted to tell Brett as soon as we found out, but we decided to wait a little while just in case. Last week we called him over to tell him over dinner and she ended up blurting it out before he even sat down. To say he was struck dumb would be an understatement. I thought I was going to have to scrape his jaw up off of the floor.

Nik didn’t make it better.“You’re surprised? She’s been moved in for months. What do you think I do on all of my long lunches?” he joked, and Brett groaned with disgust.

“At least you married her,” Brett concedes with a sign. “I might have hit you if you didn’t make her your equal before knocking her up.”

I can’t help the smile that comes over me. Brett has always been a good friend and an open-minded guy. The fact that he didn’t bat an eye at the prospect of symbolically marrying Ivy to Nik and me only cemented that further. Polyamorous marriage isn’t legally recognized here, but it doesn’t need to be a legal contract to be a legitimate one. Ivy is my wife just as much as Nik is my husband.

We shared vows two months into living together, right in our living room with Brett officiating. We’d offered Ivy an extravagant event, of course. But our wife is just as impatient as Nik and me. She didn’t want to wait a second longer after we proposed.

The both of us on one knee, a double-banded engagement ring with a fat emerald in the center, Ivy’s tears of happiness…the way her ring looked when she wrapped her hand around my cock for the first time wearing it.The night of the proposal still replays itself in my mind every day.

Brett referring to us asmarriedso casually without any sort of clarification on the legitimacy of it never fails to make me grateful for such a great best friend.

“If you hit me, Ivy would have hit you,” I tease. I could see that happening.

He rolls his eyes. “Maybe, but it would have been worth it.”

“Anything for Ivy,” I muse.

“Anything for Ivy,” he agrees.

Not a day goes by that Brett doesn’t wish he could go back in time and find her sooner, he’s said it himself. But if you ask me, he’s more than made up for lost time. He’s an outstanding brother to my wife, and she’d attest to that fact.

“Come on,” he sighs, nodding toward the direction of the living room. “They’ll send a search party if we don’t get in there soon.”

I snort, leading the way, wine in hand for myself, apple juice in hand for Ivy. Brett follows me, carrying two glasses—one of them for Nik.

When we get to the living room, Ivy is tackling our husband to the ground for a package of Skittles. He holds it above her head out of her reach even as she knees him in the gut, scrambling to grab the package. Her oaky green dress sways around her thighs, and I’m happy that she thought to wear shorts underneath it when I see them peek out.

“Those are mine!” she growls, squirming around to fight for the bag.

“Mine now!” he refutes, playfully jiggling them further from her reach. He starts to tear open a corner, smirking as she makes an outraged noise.

“If you eat one singular red one, I’m going to spank you!”

“Oh yeah?” he teases, not threatened in the slightest. “And if I eattwored ones?”

Her nostrils flare. “I will spank youtwice!”

He laughs surrendering the bag, which brings a giant fucking smile to her face.God, she’s gorgeous.

My wife flops down into her favorite corner of the couch, tossing a handful of candy into her mouth. I come to her side, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head and the cup on the table beside her.

“Maybe less wrestling with baby on board, hm? We can buy all the Skittles you want, honey. No need to scrap for them.”

She bats her eyelashes at me with a sweet smile. “But being on top of Nik is so fun.”

“Okay,ew!” Brett whines. “Don’t talk like that or I’ll lose my lunch and I really don’t want to puke before dinner.”

Ivy giggles, poking her tongue out at her brother. “Who says you’re staying for dinner?”

“That’s literally why you invited me here.”

She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Isupposeyou can stay then.”

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