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“So, have you picked a name yet?”
“Sparrow,” the three of them said at once. I laughed and Nee’s face fell.
“You cannot call her Sparrow. She’ll be bullied. As her aunt, I refuse to let you name her that. Nickname, yes, but actual name… no way.”
We looked between ourselves because we’d not even thought about it, or at least I didn’t think we had, but I should have known Dawson would have had everything sorted.
“I was thinking Kinley.” His eyes locked on mine, and I swore I saw emotion dancing there. “It means daughter of a warrior.”
Nee’s hand flew to her chest as she let out a long sigh. “Dawson, I approve. And I like this romantic side of you.” No one else knew about his autism and we had no intention of telling them. He’d worked so hard to build his reputation and we knew how important it was for him not to think people saw it as a weakness, although he was anything but weak.
“I love it,” I whispered, tears slipping from my overly emotional eyes.
“Me two.”
“Me three.”
“Welcome to the world, Kinley,” Charlie announced as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Epilogue 2 – 1 year later
Marshall
Iheardlaughterechoingthrough the house and I followed the noise, to find Fox and Dawson lying on the floor with Kinley between them as they took turns blowing raspberries on her belly, making her cry with happiness.
God, I loved that kid.
“You’ll spoil her,” I muttered as I dropped my bag on the sofa.
Dawson looked up, tutting. “Says the man who is wrapped around her little finger.” And just to prove his point, our little sparrow made grabby hands with her chubby arms and I picked her up, swooping her through the air like an airplane.
“I missed you.” I pressed a kiss to her cheek. An arm snaked around my waist.
“Just her, Muscles?” Dawson asked as he nuzzled into my neck and Fox’s lips found mine, kissing me like I’d been gone a lifetime and not just a few hours.
The next hour was spent bathing Kinley and getting her to bed; domesticity had never felt so good. I loved everything about the life I’d built with these people. Our little sparrow was the icing on the cake, and none of us could imagine life without her in it.
“She’s asleep,” Dawson whispered as he closed the door, taking his hand in mine. “Where are the others?”
“In bed.” My cock was already hard, knowing what was probably going on upstairs by now, but I wanted to wait for Dawson before we joined them. “They left the door open for us.”
“Oh, yeah?” His eyes darkened as I led him up the stairs, grabbing him by the hip as we walked through the darkened hall toward the open door. There in front of us was Lea, bent over the side of the bed, wearing my shirt that was unfastened and falling off her shoulders, exposing her bouncing breasts as Fox fucked into her from behind. Hair down, skin sweaty, he groaned, as she must have tightened around him. I pushed down my jeans, freeing my cock and doing the same to Dawson.
“They look hot, don’t they?” I murmured against his ear, repeating the words I’d said that night on the bus. He nodded as I rocked my cock between his cheeks while my hand reached for his length. Groaning, he leaned back into me, letting me rub against him shamelessly.
“Do you want me to make you come, Marshall?” he whispered, just like he had that night. “You can fuck my hand. No one needs to know.” Then he turned with a smile. “I’m so glad you told us you were bi because I’d been fantasizing about what I wanted you to do to you from the minute I met you.” He wrapped his hand around my cock and corkscrewed his hand, making me hiss loudly. “I’m glad we got cursed with you.”
While we found out that the curse wasn’t real, some things we couldn’t explain. Despite Thomas’ best efforts, no tattoo artist or shop owned up to giving us our tattoos and while the witch ‘cursed’ us, she promised what she said was nothing like the words on our arms and never included anything about us being a four. We’d accepted we’d never know the truth, but we couldn’t deny the strange things that still happened when we talked about being apart for any reason or how we could feel it when one of us needed the others. Our friends told us we were old romantics, and it was nothing more, but the words on our arms told us otherwise. The difference was, now we knew the truth.
It wasn’t a curse; it was a promise.
Just then, Fox called out, “Are you two voyeurs coming in or are you staying out there all night?”
Epilogue 3 – 3 years later
Fox
“Daddy.”Tinyfeethammeredtowards me as Kinley threw herself at me. She might be small, but the doctor had been right all those years ago; she was strong.
