Emotion swells so fast I have to press my free hand against my mouth. I shake my head, overwhelmed. “I don’t even know how to think about that. I just… I only just started believing this could be real.”
Levi’s voice cuts through gently. “Then let yourself believe it. We love you. That doesn’t change because life surprised us. If anything, it makes the bond stronger.”
Simon leans closer, his thumb brushing my knuckles. “We’ll take it one step at a time. Café first. Baby next. House after that. We’re not in a race, Wren. We’re just building a life together.”
I glance at each of them, their faces so different but carrying the same truth in their eyes. They mean it. They really mean it.
My throat clogs, but I push the words out anyway. “A house. With all of us. And a baby.”
Beau grins, Levi’s mouth softens, Simon’s eyes warm. For the first time, I can see it clearly—the kitchen with sunlight spilling in, the sound of laughter echoing down a hallway, a nursery painted in colors I haven’t even chosen yet.
Pancake curled up by the fireplace. My men, my Alphas, my pack, filling the space with the only thing I’ve ever wanted. Love.
I swallow hard, nodding. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
The room shifts again, lighter now, like the future has already cracked open and let us step inside.
Beau whoops and leans over to kiss me, syrup still sweet on his lips.
Levi raises his coffee in a mock toast. Simon squeezes my hand once more, and I know without a doubt that whatever comes, whatever storms or trials, I won’t face them alone.
The baby, the café, the house—it’s all ours. All of it.
Epilogue
WREN
The café smellslike butter and cinnamon, like warm sugar and roasted coffee beans. It’s early morning, the light pouring in through the expansive front windows, spilling gold over the freshly polished counters.
The bell above the door hasn’t even rung yet, but I’m already buzzing.
It’s been one year. One year since this place came alive. One year since I stood outside with a key in my trembling hand and told myself I could do this, even when I wasn’t sure.
One year since everything I was afraid to reach for finally became mine.
And now it’s not just the café.
A soft whimper drifts up from the sling strapped to my chest. I look down and smile at the tuft of dark hair poking out.
“Shh, sweetheart,” I whisper, rubbing small circles on my daughter’s back. Her little fingers flex in her sleep, and I can already tell she’ll be a fighter.
Beau says she has my stubborn streak. Simon insists it’s Levi’s calm that she inherited. Personally, I think she’s all of us—bits and pieces blended together, the best kind of alchemy.
The baby stirs again, so I sway gently, letting the motion rock her back into rest. She’s only four months old, still so new, still so small.
But she’s changed everything. She changed me.
I glance up when the bell over the café door finally jingles. Levi steps inside first, his broad frame filling the doorway. He’s carrying a box of decorations, balloons tied to his wrist, grinning like the proud Alpha he is.
Behind him, Beau balances a stack of chairs on one shoulder like they weigh nothing, whistling as he moves. Simon is last, adjusting his glasses as he closes the door carefully with one hand, a bouquet held in the other.
They look like home, like my whole world just walked into the room.
“You’re here,” I say softly, smiling wider.
Levi sets the box down and comes to me first, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then one to the baby’s head. His scent envelops me, a mix of cedar and smoke, instantly grounding me.
“Of course we’re here. Big day, sweetheart.”
