Page 109 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

It’s massive, glass-walled, and built for three, exactly the way I wanted it. I had it done this way, dreaming of nights like this. We live with Julian, but I thought this might still be a fun place to come sometimes after we play poker.

Elliot steps straight into the shower with me still in his arms while Julian turns the water on warm.

He settles on the bench pulling me over his lap. Steam swirls around us as they hold me between them under the spray.

Julian grabs the bodywash and starts getting me soapy. I lean back against Elliot, and he washes my hair. I’m so relaxed I doze off a few times.

“You’re ours, Lee. Every inch of you. I love you so much.” His tongue swipes across my lower lip, dark eyes locked on mine. “You’re everything to us. You hear me? Everything.”

Julian kisses me. “He’s right, Ettie. You’re our whole world. My love. My partner. Now the mother of our baby and the only thing we’ll ever need. We love you so much it hurts sometimes.”

I close my eyes and melt between them under the warm water. I’m completely loved.

They’re my everything too.

Epilogue 2

LEE

Jasper zips through the kitchen, sees the fridge, and skids to a stop. He hisses an adorable little hiss at the fake mouse toy Elliot left for him under the table. His tail fluffs up, and then he does a sideways move to get out of the kitchen.

Julian sees him and laughs before walking to his office. Jasper trots behind him.

I’m huge. I haven’t seen my feet or my vagina in a month. Both are working though, so I guess that’s good.

My stomach squeezes, and I lean my back against the counter.

After a few minutes, it stops and I can take a deep breath. I start digging for some gummy worms. Surely, I didn’t eat them all. I rummage through the pantry, and when I crouch down to check one more hiding spot in the cabinet by the refrigerator, warm liquid runs between my legs. I use the edge of the counter to haul myself up.

The water trickles out more. I look between my legs relieved it wasn’t pee.

Another contraction hits. Not the fake-out ones I’ve been having for weeks. This one wraps around my back and squeezes so hard I have to grab the kitchen counter and breathe through it.

I hear footsteps behind me.

“Lee.”

It’s short, but the sharpness forces a whimper out of my mouth.

“Julian!” he shouts, already yanking the hospital bag off the hook by the door. “Bag. Keys. We’re going. I’ll carry you.”

“I’m fine,” I try, but it comes out more like a groan. “I need to change. She’s not coming that soon. I love her, but she’s in no hurry. I can tell.”

Elliot looks at the water mess. He throws down the bags and runs to the bedroom. I see where Jasper gets it.

“We’re going,” Elliot says again. His voice has that tight, controlled edge it gets when he’s two seconds from losing it completely. “Here. I’ll change you.”

He crouches and pulls my yoga pants down.

“Come on, baby girl. We are all dying to meet you,” he says to my stomach before pressing a kiss to it. Next, he wipes me with a kitchen towel and throws a soft dress over my head. I’ve never been much of a dress person, but I’ve never been this pregnant before.

Julian appears from the hallway, calm on the surface, but I can see the way his shoulders are set. He’s at my side in two steps, one hand already on my lower back.

“Breathe, babydoll,” he says quietly.

“I am breathing,” I snap, right before another contraction steals the rest of my unnecessary sass.

Two more contractions and forty minutes later we are at the hospital. The loves of my life are bickering like two little old ladies.