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“Okay. Promise me it’s going to last forever.”

Elliot’s mouth twitches like he wants to smile but is too terrified. “Swear it, kid. I’m yours.”

Julian leans in and kisses my forehead, quick and warm. “Say yes, babydoll, so my pulse can kick back up again.”

When the contraction gets to its peak, I squeeze Julian’s hand hard enough to bruise and reach for Elliot with the other. He grabs it instantly, gripping like he’s terrified I’ll change my mind. As if I could.

“Yes,” I gasp, the word ripped out of me as the pain crests and shatters. “Obviously yes. I love you both. I’m yours.”

Elliot makes a choked sound. It’s half a laugh and half something that sounds like it hurts. His hands shake as he slides the ring onto my finger, the ruby heavy and warm against my skin. Julian keeps kissing my hair, my temple, my damp cheek, giving me praise I’ve gotten addicted to. “That’s it, babydoll. Breathe. You’re doing so good for us. Just breathe.”

I do. I breathe because the ring is on and they’re both here and our baby is coming and nothing else exists.

Elliot looks like he might throw up every time another contraction tears through me. His jaw is locked so tight I can see the muscle jumping. Julian stays bossy on the outside. His voice is calm, but I feel the fine tremor running through him where our skin touches.

Two hours of pain and pushing and their voices anchoring me later, it’s almost over.

Julian’s between my legs now, sleeves shoved up, the doctor standing back and letting him take over like this was always how it was supposed to happen. I don’t have the breath to apologize to her.

“Ettie,” Julian says, and the way he says my name makes something in my chest pull tight. “She’s got your blond hair. One more push, babydoll. One more and she’s here with us.”

I lean forward, trying to see, trying to help. Elliot smooths my sweat-soaked hair back from my face, palm cool against my burning skin.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Lee,” he says, voice rough and cracking. “God, you’re amazing. Thank you for giving me everything.”

The pressure builds until it breaks. Julian eases her out. I hold my breath, heart stopped, until she lets out a tiny whimper. She’s here and she’s real and she’s ours.

Julian’s hands are gentle as he checks her, clears her mouth, and clamps the cord. “She’s perfect.”

“She’s so beautiful,” Elliot whispers. Tears are tracking down his face. He takes her from Julian carefully, presses a kiss to her damp head, and then he’s placing her on my bare chest.

“Hey, there’s my baby,” I say. The love that flows through me is dizzying. Love for her, for my men, and the love they are going to give us for the rest of our lives.

Epilogue 3

VALERIA

“Do you need anything else?” Harley says.

“No?”

She laughs. “Valeria you are Eligere now. You can have whatever you want. Just tell someone if you think of something, okay.”

“Okay. Thanks. For everything.”

She winks and slips through the door.

I bite my lip and look at the clock, it’s only 9. I can still make it. When I walk out of the gathering room, two of my guards are waiting for me. It pisses me off pretending like I need their protection. I could slice off both of their heads before they knew I entered the room.

“Miss Lopez,” one of them says with a head dip. The way his eyes slip over my skin makes my blood boil.

“You both are dismissed.”

The bigger one wrinkles his brow.

“Miss Lopez, we have to⁠—”

My fists bunch at my sides.