“We are not traditional, so we decided to keep up with the theme and offer you this.” Dante held the box out in the palm of his hand.
Alexander tipped his head toward the box. “We wanted you to have something from each of us that represents our commitment to you.”
“We love you, Harper. More than we thought possible to love anyone. You’re our everything.” Julian placed a hand on my knee.
Dante shifted, and my attention yanked back to him. “Will you marry us? Let us spend the rest of our lives proving how much you mean to us. Let us be the fathers our child deserves and the partners you’ve always needed.”
“Say yes. Please.” Alexander stroked my cheek, his sincere plea wrenched a nod from me.
“I want to marry all of you.” I ran my thumb over the edge of the ring. “I want that very much.”
“Legally, there might be some hurdles, but in every way that matters, we want to be yours. Forever.” Julian leaned past Dante to kiss my cheek.
Dante slid the rings onto my hand, the three of them sitting together in a beautiful display of craftsmanship that could have looked ostentatious but ended up being beautiful.
They kissed me one after the other, lips claiming mine with tender touches that made my soul ache. They were mine, and I was theirs.
Lila’s squeal cut through the air when they all sat back. “Oh my god, you’re getting married. This is incredible. I knew it. I knew you’d propose tonight.”
I laughed through my tears and hugged her. “You did not.”
“I did, and I’m always right about these things.” She pulled back, gripping my shoulders. “You deserve this. All of this. All the happiness, the love, the ridiculous fairytale ending with three Prince Charmings.”
“And a baby.” Julian grinned. “Don’t forget the baby.”
“And the baby.” Lila laughed and hugged me again.
When she released me, I pressed a hand to my stomach. This tiny person would grow up surrounded by so much love and protected by three fathers who would move heaven and earth for them.
We’d faced scandal, judgment, and public scrutiny. We’d weathered threats and blackmail and the possibility of losing everything.
Now we had the rest of our lives to build something beautiful.
Dante pulled me back into his arms, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you.”
“I love you too. All of you. So much it hurts.” I kissed him, then Alexander and then Julian.
Alexander rested his hand on the small of my back, and Julian tapped his foot against mine under the table.
This was my family. Unconventional and absolutely perfect.
EPILOGUE: HARPER
Rose petals covered every surface of Dante’s penthouse. Red and pink scattered across the marble floors and floated in the massive bathtub where I’d been about to relax. Someone had gone overboard for our first official Valentine’s Day together, and I had a pretty good idea who.
“Julian, did you buy out every flower shop in Manhattan?” I shifted Emily in my arms, grinning down at her. “Your daddy is silly.”
She yawned and snuffled, tiny fists waving.
Julian stuck his head out from the kitchen. “Just three of them.” Flour dusted his tattooed forearms, and a smudge of chocolate marked his jaw. “And before you ask, Yes, I’m making dessert from scratch.”
“You look like you’re trying to become dessert. Try not to burn down the kitchen.” I tapped my jaw in the same place where chocolate rested on his.
He crossed the room and kissed my temple, then bent to kiss Emily’s dark curls. She gurgled and smacked her fists around. Julian’s grin turned mischievous. “Dante’s supervising. Want a taste?” He swiped the chocolate from his jaw and extended his finger, challenging me with a look.
Holding his gaze, I pulled his finger into my mouth and licked it clean.
His eyes darkened, and he wrapped a hand around my waist, yanking me closer. “Keep that up and there won’t be a dinner. We’ll go straight to the fun.”
