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If I’d gone to the hallway to wait with the other WAGS, I know I would've run into Michael. Nathan probably would've come down too.
I'm just not quite ready to see them all. I don’t know if we’ve figured anything out. I don’t know if anything’s changed.
I was really clear about what I want.
I guess I feel like the ball is in Nathan and Crew’s courts.
Theyneed to figure out what they want and then let Michael and me know.
They know what we want.
Nathan and Crew need to come to me when they’re ready to discuss the future. Not necessarily together. But when they eachreallyknow what they want and when it’s not a competition or contest for Nathan and when Crew is sure what he wants our future to look like.
My stomach cramps as I think about how there's a possibility that I might be facing a future with two of my three guys instead of all three. It’s not the first time that’s occurred to me, but I’ve tamped it down each time it crosses my mind.
It's just not right. I don't want just two of them. I don't want just one of them. I want all three. It's the four of us. It's Cookie and Company. The Company is all three of those guys. It would never feel right without them all.
But I also don't want to give up my dreams of marriage and children and a future that is lake houses and family vacations and holidays withallof us in a crazy RV going to all the family get-togethers.
The dinner with Garrett and Deb the other night really showed me what I want. They made it real to me. I want to have stories to share at dinner with friends. Memories, past experiences we laugh about for years, trips, adventures, a home, private jokes, intimate moments, and eye rolls, sighs, and laughter about our kids.
But while I canclearlysee having those things with Michael, I can’t imagine having those things withonlyMichael. I can also clearly see both Nathan and Crew as fathers, as much as that might shock them. They’ll all three be amazing. I want my children to have all three of those men in their lives.
I feel that so strongly in my heart, so deeply in my soul, I can’t give it up.
I already love my future children so much that giving them anything less than the presence and love of Michael Hughes, Nathan Armstrong,andCrew McNeill is not even a possibility.
Finally, my story is done uploading and I click thefinishbutton.
I'm eager to see what my readers think of this.
A little nervous, but mostly excited.
Michael was right. Not that I'm surprised. But over the last few days without the guys, I've had plenty of writing time and I have poured myself into a new story.
I've changed direction, away from the dark twisty stuff, and it's just poured out of me because it’s felt so good and so natural.
I’ve just closed my computer when the bell over the front door jingles. I frown. I was pretty sure I locked the door. Maybe it's Luna. But it's early. I assumed she’d go get a drink with Alexsei and Cameron. Or something.
I click off the lamp on my desk and round the corner.
I come up short.
My heart immediately starts hammering in my chest and my eyes fill with tears.
It's Nathan and Crew.
They came to me.
They’ve figured out what they want.
Thank God.
They're both dressed as if they came straight from the arena. Crew is in his game day suit and Nathan's in jeans and a button-down, looking nothing like a regular guy despite the denim.
"Oh my God," I say, my voice shaky. “Hi.”
Nathan's the first one to speak. "Clayton had another heart attack. It's more serious this time."
