Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I didn’t expect to still be here, with them, four years after the wedding, after we each received our organisations to run, but I am. And I’m thankful for every fucking moment of it.
“Are you enjoying the quiet up here?” Brielle slides her arms around me and I smile. There’s a warmth to her that calms all the dark and irrational thoughts in my mind.
“I was just watching our family,” I tell her as we stand in the quiet, the only sounds are of giggles and squeals from below. “It’s nice to see happiness.”
When Brielle had the twins, we didn’t know who the father was. To be honest, we didn’t want to know. But we have a feeling from their eye colour, we do think it is Judah’s. But in the arrangement, we may have to try again, and again.
“So, are you ready for another set of twins?” I tease as I turn to face her, and pull her close.
Brielle laughs, her head falling back as she arches into me. Then those pretty eyes meet mine. “I think perhaps we need to have a talk amongst ourselves.”
Even though work has been keeping us all busy, I doubt the guys would argue if we wanted to get Brielle pregnant again. Because that would mean we would all have to spend more time in the bedroom, and less in the office.
“I’m happy,” I tell her.
She nods and smiles. “You deserve to be, we all do, and our forever is only beginning.”
Brielle
Being a mother has come naturally to me. I didn’t think it would, but as I watch the kids race around the garden with their three dads, I can’t help but feel at peace.
Work has been busy, and I’ve taken on teaching at the university. Black Hollow has offered me a new lease on life. But as I gently massage my growing belly with my palm, I pray that our next child will be as happy and carefree as the other two. Twins.
We finally got some tests done and found out it was Judah who was the dad. I wanted to give each of the men in my life a child, and now that I’m pregnant with Valen’s baby, and we know it’s only one this time, I smile because I know he’s going to be incredible with our son or daughter.
Living a life that isn’t what society deems normal has given me a new insight into how easily people are judged. It’s disheartening that there are those out there who can treat each other with hatred and disrespect.
We aren’t hurting anyone. We don’t harm those around us, and yet, we’re still gawked at when we’re out. Even though people don’t know the true extent of our connection, or the dynamics of our relationship, there are still close-minded individuals who think it’s wrong.
But those are the people I choose to ignore. You must be rather sad to live your life bullying and insulting others.
I love my life.
I love my men.
And nothing will ever change that.
Valen
Holding my son for the first time is surreal. Looking down in those dark eyes, I see myself. I don’t think I have ever felt so much love, it’s overwhelming. He has my blood running through his veins. There is something deeply emotional about it.
“Hey, little guy.” I look down at his scrunched up nose, and how he wraps his tiny fingers around mine. “When you’re all grown up, I’m going to remind you of this moment where you made me feel like the most important person in the world.”
“You are,” Brielle says as she enters the gym where I’m sitting on the floor with our baby in my arms. “He’s going to grow up to be just like his dad.”
“Well,” I say looking up at her. “As long as he shows respect and morals, then I know I’ve done well. I don’t want him to be anything other than good. And if he doesn’t want to be in this life, and he wants to carve out his own path, I won’t force him into it.
“You’re already a good father,” Brielle whispers as she gently presses a fingertip to the tip of his nose. “Everyone is waiting on you,” she says then. “We’re ready for lunch.”
As we both stand, and we walk out of the gym, I say to her, “Thank you for changing my life and showing me I am worthy of love.” I don’t know why I’m so fucking emotional, but I need her to know, she means a lot to me.
“Always,” she promises and we make our way into the noisy dining room to join the rest of our family.
Judah
I have now come to accept these feelings.
Yes, I’m an arsehole. But my wife makes me a better man. I know I don’t tell her that often enough, I’m hoping she notices it though. Watching her with the children is like watching a movie. I don’t believe it’s my life.