Kira insisted on driving, which left the three of us in the back seat of the SUV.
Naomi sat between us, her hand resting on her stomach, staring out the window at the passing landscape.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"That my life is completely unrecognizable from what it was a month ago." She turned to look at me. "A month ago I was alone. Convinced I'd always be alone. That I'd build my learning center and help other kids and that would be enough."
"And now?"
"Now I'm pregnant with twins and rethinking some of my plans."
"Wait, twins?" Kellan interrupted.
She smiled. "My mother told me. Apparently twins run in your bloodline. So being pregnant by the Alphas probably means twins." Her hand pressed more firmly against her stomach.
I felt like I'd been hit by lightning. "Two babies."
"Two babies," she confirmed.
"We'll be right here,” I promised.
"I know.” She smiled.
"Together.” Kellan said.
"Together," she repeated.
She leaned against my shoulder, her hand finding Kellan's. She relaxed into us and I exhaled a breath that felt like I’d been holding it for all these years. She was finally here, safe, and ours. Everything was going to be okay.
Our family.
And I'd spend the rest of my life making sure they knew they were loved.
All of them.
NAOMI
The nest was perfect. I'd spent three days building it because this moment deserved intentionality. Deserved care.
Pillows and blankets I'd carefully selected, mixed with their shirts and blankets from our bed. The walls felt protective rather than confining. The center was deep and soft, large enough for all three of us.
Kira had left for her sister's place for the weekend, giving us privacy. She’d left it stock with pre-cooked meals, plenty of fluids, and my favorite fruits. The house was quiet except for the sound of my own heartbeat and the faint flutter of two smaller ones that only the Alphas could hear clearly now. I was twelve weeks pregnant with twins. And tonight, I was bonding with their fathers.
The door opened and Rowan stepped in, followed by Kellan. Both of them paused at the threshold, taking in the nest I'd created.
"It's beautiful," Kellan said.
"Thank you," I beamed. "And ready for us."
I was already in the center, wearing nothing at all.
They approached reverently, stripping as they came. By the time they reached the edge of the nest, they were bare. And god, they were beautiful. Rowan—all controlled power and lethal grace. Kellan—lean muscle and artistic chaos inked across his skin.
They were all mine.
“Please come in.” I motioned to them.
They climbed into the nest, settling on either side of me.
