Jessica drops onto the couch next to me, nearly elbowing Jett out of the way. "Details. I need all the details. When did you find out? How far along are you? Are you going to find out the sex? Names? Please tell me you're not doing one of those weird celebrity names where you call the kid like, Apple or North or something."
"I found out this morning. Maybe six weeks along? No idea on the sex yet. And no weird names, I promise."
"All three dads?" She leans around me to look at Cassian, Pine, and Jett. "That's so hot. Like, genuinely one of the hottest things I've ever heard."
"Jessica," I warn.
"What? It is! You're living the dream, Sharon. The omega dream."
"The omega dream is getting pregnant by accident six months into a relationship?"
"The omega dream is having three gorgeous alphas who worship the ground you walk on and who are about to be absolutely insufferable about taking care of you for the next seven months." She takes a bite of cupcake, smug. "Trust me, it's going to be adorable and annoying in equal measure."
She's not wrong. I glance at my three alphas, who are all watching me with varying degrees of intensity, and yeah, Jessica's completely right. They're going to be insufferable.
"I'll manage," I say.
"Sure you will." Jessica grins. "So, Hawaii. Tell me everything I need to know."
We spend the next hour going over the details of Hazel's wedding. The venue, the vendors, the timeline, the potential disasters. Jessica takes notes on her phone, nodding along, asking smart questions that remind me why I hired her in the first place. She's good at this, maybe even better than I am at the actual on-site coordination part.
By the time she leaves, clutching a folder full of information and still riding high on her excitement, I'm exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that sinks into your bones and makes you want to sleep for a thousand years.
"Bed," Cassian says, already scooping me up before I can protest.
"I can walk."
"I know. But why would you when I can carry you?"
He has a point. I let him carry me to the bedroom, Pine and Jett trailing behind, and when he sets me gently on the bed, I immediately curl into the pillows. They smell like all of us now, this blend of scents that screams home in a way nothing else ever has.
Pine climbs in behind me, pulling me back against his chest. Cassian settles in front of me, his hand immediately finding my stomach. Jett sprawls across the foot of the bed, his hand on my ankle, always needing to touch.
"I can't believe this is my life," I murmur, half asleep already.
"Good surprise or bad surprise?" Pine asks against my hair.
"Best surprise. Scary as hell, but the best." I yawn. "Thank you, universe. For once, you really came through."
Three months later, I'm standing in the bathroom of our house, staring at my reflection in the mirror and trying to figure out how to fit into the dress I picked out for my birthday party.
Spoiler alert: it's not happening.
I'm just starting to show, a small but definite bump that makes all my fitted clothes impossible and turns my three alphas into complete maniacs. Cassian nearly cried the first time he saw it. Pine sketched it, which was both sweet and slightly weird. Jett announced we needed a bigger house, which launched a two-week argument about whether we should renovate the cabin or build something new.
We're building something new. Construction starts in the spring, after the baby comes. A proper house with enough bedrooms for everyone and a nursery that Jett has already designed three times over.
But tonight, I just need to fit into a dress that apparently no longer fits.
"Problem?" Pine appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He's wearing dark jeans and a deep green henley that makes his eyes look even darker than usual, and he's got that knowing look that suggests he's been standing there longer than I thought.
"This dress doesn't fit."
"I can see that."
"Thanks. Super helpful."
He walks into the bathroom, coming up behind me to rest his chin on my shoulder, his hands settling on my hips. "You look beautiful."
