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The third one adds, Meanwhile, the handsome baron had no idea he’d accidentally fallen for the gorgeous woman who talked to squirrels and folded their laundry.
Except it isn’t three different women. It’s just one. It’s just… me. … Oh no. Am I dreaming? Has all of this been a dream?!
No, darling, the first voice—Asher’s—speaks in my center. It wasn’t a dream. Just us. Our story.
Dair’s design is perfect. Unlike the current Everheart crest, ours has an anatomical rendering of a heart at its center. One surrounded by a bright halo, with thorns wrapped artfully at its base. It’s… the three of them. Asher as the heart, Bast as the flare of light, and Dair—the thorns poised to protect us. And surrounding all of it? A delicate drape of ivy.
True, I muse. I only got like eighteen blackmail complaints? Asher chuckles out loud. We’ll take it. Groggy awareness creeps into the bond, along with Dair’s raspy internal voice. It was sixteen, assholes.
Ivy’s giggle tells us she’s likely been awake this whole time, listening to us without making a peep. She likes to do that, my naughty little angel. Still eavesdropping on us like a maid with a crush. Except now, she’s officially ours in every way. Our princess. Our mate. And our wife.
Got give it to the former duke. He may be the roughest of us by a mile, but his aftercare is unparalleled. It always extends well into the following morning. Sometimes, it lasts for days.
when she shows me a mental picture, it isn’t anything like I imagined. It’s—it’s— “Yours,” she whispers. In her mind, there’s a small monitor. Black and white whoosh in patterns I don’t understand until… I hear a rhythm. A beat. A heartbeat. “Ivy,” I breathe, blinking down at her face. “Baby, what—" She steps back and catches my hand, pressing the palm to her belly. “I mean, obviously, it will be all of ours,” she goes on, blushing, “but I’m almost certain it’s yours. Dr. Grant seems to think it happened right after my last heat, when Bast caught the flu… Asher was called away for that
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I was trying to keep her from catching whatever Bast had, but really, it was like our own little honeymoon. And it made—we made— “Our baby,” she whispers. Azure eyes swim as they scan my face. “I-is that okay?”
Normally, we’re evenly matched. But today? She could never compete with the strength of my joy. With the way it feels to look at her and know she’s carrying the next heir to our kingdom. Bringing us together in yet another way that only she could.
I step into Ivy’s back and wrap an arm around her waist. Gesturing with my other hand. “Go on,” I murmur directly into your ear.
“You’re the one they all want to see.” It’s true. The people adore Ivy—a fact that’s undeniable as she floats to the flower-wrapped railing and waves. The crowd goes wild, chanting, “Long live the queen.” Ivy smiles demurely, but her sly voice sneaks into the bond. I wonder if they’d still approve if they knew I’m not wearing any panties. We all freeze. And I’m sure the guys’ eyes drop to her backside at the same moment mine do. Ivy shoots us a grin. More cameras snap photos. And the thought of them capturing this moment—our mate, teasing us, here. Now. All of us gaping…
Dair is one of your daddies, I tell the little life inside me. He’s the one who will make sure you’re always safe.
Sebastian will be the fun one, I go on. He’ll have you outside, running and swimming and rowing and riding horses. I bet if we team up, we can even get another pony out of this.
Your other daddy, Asher, will move heaven and earth for you. He’ll be the most thoughtful, patient person you know. And he’s the best listener there is.
Are you talking about us, goose? The suite’s door clicks open as Dair returns, adding his own beat of fond amusement. Spilling all our secrets already? What ‘secrets?’ Bast asks. As if me getting our prince or princess a pony was ever in question.
Laughing, I wave them all off. Leave me be! I’ll come inside in a minute.
My mother taught me to wish on stars, I finally say, promising, I’ll teach you, too, little one.
