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"Never been surer about anything," I reply firmly. "I've talked it through with the hospital. They understand. And honestly, what we have here..." I gesture around the room, to the crib we’re putting together, the walls we painted, and, most importantly, to Kat and our son. "...this is what matters."
"Then we're behind you one hundred percent," Wyatt says decisively, and there's a finality to his tone that brooks no argument.
"Looks like our family just got its very own superhero," Emrys chuckles, clapping me on the shoulder.
"Does that make me the sidekick or the damsel in distress?" Kat teases, the laughter reaching her eyes even as they remain soft, filled with love.
"Neither," I tell her, moving closer to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "You're the heart of this team. The glue that holds us together on our wild adventures."
"Speaking of wild adventures," Kat begins, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Once this little one makes their grand entrance, I expect to be back to ziplining and more within the year."
"Darlin', if you want to zipline while breastfeeding, we'll make it happen," I say, laughing at the thought.
"See? This is why I love you guys," Kat grins, her energy infectious. "You make the impossible seem possible."
"Nothing's impossible with us, Kat. Nothing," I state with conviction, and I mean it. With her, the bounds of what we can do seem limitless.
"Family," Sterling babbles, his timing uncanny, and we all freeze, then burst into laughter, sending Luna scrambling and bolting from the room.
"Family," we echo, the word a promise, a vow, a future full of love and chaos and everything in between.
"Family," Kat whispers, leaning into me, her forehead resting against mine as we share a moment of pure connection, knowing that as long as we're together, we'll conquer the world–one wild, beautiful, unpredictable day at a time.
Epilogue
FIVE YEARS AFTER CANCUN
The sheets are a cocoon of warmth, and the weight of three loving bodies presses against mine in a comforting tangle. Emrys' chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm against my back, his breath hot on my neck. On either side, Wyatt and Wilder's limbs are an intricate weave with mine, securing me in a nest of intimacy. I can't help but think of the kids–our beautiful chaos–but tonight, they're safe in the hands of Aunt Belle and Uncle Ethan, granting us this stolen oasis of serenity.
"Kat," Emrys' voice rumbles, deep and laced with a primal edge that makes my pulse quicken. He shifts behind me, his movements deliberate as he presses closer, his lips tracing the curve of my ear. "I want to see you round with our child again." The words are heavy with longing, each syllable a testament to the love and raw desire he harbors. His tone isn't just filled with affection; it's tinged with the reverence of a man who cherishes the gift of family we've created together.
In the dim light of our bedroom, I turn to face him, my fingers skating over the contours of his muscular arms, feeling the strength that lies beneath his skin. His eyes are pools of earnest yearning, and the fierce need in them sends a shiver down my spine–not of cold, but of anticipation. "Emrys," I whisper back, my voice a blend of humor and heat. "You know what happens when you talk like that."
His lips curve into a grin, one that holds the promise of all the nights we've shared and the unspoken vow of countless more to come. "I'm counting on it," he murmurs.
As our night unfolds, wrapped in each other's embrace, I revel in the knowledge that this perfect, messy, unconventional love is ours–and no matter how wild the ride, I wouldn't change a single thread.
Emrys' words linger in the air, charged with a fervor that could reignite the fire of creation itself. My skin hums with the promise of his touch, but it’s Wyatt who seizes the moment like he's commanding the very essence of passion. His hand slides down my spine, assertive and unyielding, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
"Let's not keep her waiting," Wyatt declares, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the room. He has this way of speaking, a commanding tone that somehow makes the world stand to attention. And right now, all of his focus is on me–the center of our shared universe.
I'm barely able to catch my breath before Wilder leans in close, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. "Darlin', you're about to be worshiped like the goddess you are," he drawls, his Southern charm dripping from every word like honey. The playful twinkle in his eye belies the intensity of his touch as his fingers trace the curve of my hip, stoking a fire that threatens to consume us all.
"Is that so?" I manage to tease out, though my voice betrays the arousal building within me. Wilder chuckles softly, a sound that's both comforting and utterly sinful.
"Promise you, sweetheart, tonight’s gonna be one for the books." His hands roam with purpose, tender yet insistent, mapping a path over my body that leaves no doubt of his intentions. He knows just how to coax out every shiver and sigh, and I can't help but melt under his ministrations.
Wyatt watches us, an approving glint in his eyes before he turns to Emrys, nodding once–a silent communication between them that speaks volumes. They understand each other perfectly, a synchronicity born of deep bonds and shared nights like this one–nights full of exploration and pleasure.
And as Wilder's whispering continues, a litany of desire meant only for my ears, I feel myself falling further into the heady abyss of their combined attentions. It's raw and beautiful–the kind of love that writes its own rules.
My skin tingles with anticipation, each caress from Wyatt and Wilder igniting tiny wildfires that spread rapidly across my flesh. I am an open book to them, pages fluttering wildly in a storm of desire, their hands scrawling verses of longing over every inch of me.
"God, pet, you're so damn responsive," Wyatt murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my very core. His fingers dance down my side, strong and sure, while his other hand cups my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbles into a tight bud, aching for more attention.
"Always for you," I gasp, the words barely escaping as Wilder's lips trace the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He chuckles, the sound a dark melody that wraps around us, promising untold pleasures.
"Let's see how much we can make her squirm, brother," he teases, his southern drawl thick with lust.
