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“We figured the living room should have room for everybody,” Noah explains as we go into the open lounge area. “The kids have their own spot over there,” he points to an area already fitted with children’s furniture and a plethora of colorful toys, “and everything else is ours.”
The living room features red walls and a caramel shade of hardwood flooring, while the seating—of which there is plenty and modular and looking ridiculously comfortable—is upholstered in three different shades of beige. The bookshelves are loaded with books. Some are mine, I notice. They had them brought over the other day, surely. I didn’t even notice they were missing from my office at the Elizabeth. But the others are all theirs.
“I’m guessing your share is the biggest,” I say to Levi as I run my fingers along the spines.
“Oh, yeah, definitely. But at least the kids will have plenty of reading material to keep them busy,” Levi replies. I can tell he’s nervous and delighted at the same time, but my face should tell him everything he needs to know.
“We started bringing some of our stuff in,” Isaac says as we follow him into the kitchen, which is a microcosm of good taste and practicality, neatly wrapped into a cool, minimalist style. “But we’re going to have to buy some things. A lot of things, actually. Up to this point, we’ve been living at the Elizabeth for the most part, enjoying the perks of its staffed kitchen.”
“Right, so, we’re gonna need pots, pans, plates, glasses, and so on and so forth,” I say, making a mental note to start making a list at some point, because I’ve got a feeling we’ll have a lot to buy. “Not a problem.”
We are starting anew, though we are starting in a gorgeous home that will have room for the whole family. My mind is quick to register and record items for the shopping list—we’ll need linens, towels, bedspreads, toiletries, cleaning stuff, coasters, knick-knacks, all those little things we will find and pick up along the way.
It will be crazy busy just to get everything, but then it will be so much fun to realize we have completely stocked and prepared our new home for spending the rest of our lives here. I can’t help but smile as I take the whole kitchen in before I’m shown to the home offices, of which we’ll have two.
“You’ll have yours, should you need it. It could also double as a quiet room if you ever want to hide from the kids,” Isaac says with a chuckle.
“We’ll have the second one,” Beau adds. “It’s big enough to fit four desks and even a sofa. I doubt we’ll bring much of our work home, though, to be honest. I’d rather keep business out of this place.”
“I’m at a loss for words,” I reply, genuinely stunned and speechless.
The furniture alone must’ve cost a fortune. I know expensive ebony when I see it. Teak in abundance. Custom-made chairs I saw in a design magazine not that long ago. I’m pretty sure Noah, Isaac, Beau, and Levi have been earmarking pages in every single magazine I flipped through over the past couple of months. I remember admiring one object or another in the process, and I know my men are mindful of my preferences. They made notes and bought the things I liked. My soul is overflowing with love. I am positively overwhelmed, yet I can’t stop.
I keep moving, walking through the house.
The whole movie stops once we reach the master bedroom.
“This will be ours, for the nights we spend together,” Levi says. “We thought it would work great as a private playroom, separate from our individual bedrooms, since we agreed we would have plenty of nights to ourselves if we wanted. And in the spirit of absolute freedom, we figured the master bedroom/playroom would always be a pleasure to be in, since it would bring the five of us together.”
“Do you like it?” Noah asks.
I’m still trying to process every inch of this room. The floor is covered in a soft cream rug, while the walls are dressed in a black silk wallpaper with subtle floral motifs embroidered across. The gargantuan bed has a canopy and an abundance of silk pillows. There’s a dresser and chest of drawers, which is where my naughty lingerie and outfits will go—my men have been buying them incessantly. Not that I mind; it keeps us spicy in the bedroom.
Isaac walks over to a wall cabinet and opens the walnut doors to reveal an assortment of sex toys. Some I recognize. I’ve played with them, they’ve played with them, we’ve all played with them in every possible way. Some are new. If I weren’t so far along, I’d probably strip naked right here, right now, and ask my men to fuck my lights out until I can’t stand anymore. Alas, all this will have to wait until after the baby is born. Which feels like any minute, now.
“We will never be bored,” Isaac gives me a devious smile.
“Get me out of here, I’m too far along to even be standing in this room,” I laugh, and the guys escort me out and up the stairs, where another slice of heaven awaits.
It feels like a visit to one of Maine’s prettiest museums, only we are going to live here. My bedroom is massive, with cots and cribs for each of my children, but they also have a room of their own. To my delight, Isaac, Noah, Levi, and Beau have had cribs and cots added to each of their rooms, as well. They are taking their promises to the next level here, making sure there’s space for the kids everywhere. I cannot thank them enough for these magnanimous efforts, for all the thinking and reasoning that went into the process.
What I am looking at now is the result of four brilliant minds coming together to make their woman and their children happy.
“By the stars, you even had fresh lavender brought in for the bathrooms,” I croak as I point to a purple sprig currently resting in a small bronze tube on the edge of a clam-shaped sink. “You boys went all out.”
“Do you want to know the best part?” Beau replies. I wait for him to continue, my heart stuck in my throat as the anticipation builds up. “No, actually, let me just show you, ma cherie.”
We’re pretty much done with the tour of the house. I will have plenty of time to roam these halls soon enough. The backyard is next, and holy smokes, it’s like I stepped right into the pages of a fairy tale. I see rich emerald, evergreen shrubs and centuries-old oaks, tall grass and several large decorative rocks scattered across the green space. I see a giant pool with crystal clear water, and a separate smaller pool for the children, each decorated with polished river rocks and vintage-style mosaic tiles.
I see plenty of room to run and cheer and hide. I see one particular old oak maple tree that would look particularly snazzy as a tree house.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Isaac comes closer, his lips so close to my ear it tickles with each word.
“What do you think I’m thinking?” I reply.
“Tree house?”
“Dammit, babe, you really are a mind reader,” I gasp.
