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“Every day is brighter with you in it,” I say, smiling. “We didn’t know what was missing until you came into our lives. Will you marry us, gorgeous?”

I pop open the ring box, displaying the large emerald-cut diamond solitaire. Abby doesn’t wear any jewelry, so we kept it super simple with a single stone set in white gold.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, holding out her hand. “So big.”

“My dick is getting a little depressed that you never say that about him,” Bryant says, chuckling. “You, uh, plan to stick the ring on her finger?”

“Did you say yes?” I ask, winking at Abby.

“She said yes,” Lawson lies, grabbing the box and plucking the ring out. He shoves it onto Abby’s finger as she grins over her shoulder at him.

“I think I might have forgotten to actually say the words, but yes, I’ll happily marry the three of you.” She twists her hand from side to side, checking out the rock. “By the way, I love you. I know it’s fast, but I’ve been aching to say it for days.”

“Fuck.” Law growls, kissing her temple. “Me too.”

“Love you, pretty girl,” Bryant says, shoving the camera at me. “Here, you take some. I want to be in a few.”

“Hey,” I say, catching her eye. “Flash me the tits. Love you, Abby.”

She snorts, flipping me off, and I get a killer photo of her ring and the smile on her face.

She’s so beautiful.

I can’t wait to see what chaos we can get into as a pack.

Epilogue

Bryant

Eighteen Months Later

Abby waddles down the hallway and into the ultrasound room.

Lawson is at her side, like always.

If we thought he hovered before, our poor omega had no idea what she was getting into when she let us knock her up.

She’s only twenty-one weeks, but she’s pregnant with twins. While we found out that we’d be having double the babies pretty early on, we haven’t found out the genders. At least not yet, though I think she’ll crack during this appointment.

I keep pace at Luka’s side, getting close to his ear before we step into the ultrasound room. “There’s something seriously fucked up with my head. I can’t even watch her walk down the hallway without getting a hard-on.”

“Right there with you,” he says softly. “It’s the belly. Ever since it popped, my instincts are smug as fuck that everyone can see how thoroughly she’s ours.”

Lawson sticks his head out the door and growls, “Get the fuck in here. We’re not waiting for you.”

I laugh.

That man has managed to get crankier the more pregnant Abby becomes. I’m betting there’s zero chance that he takes a more relaxed approach, at least not until the babies are born.

Well, shit.

I bet he actually gets more neurotic when we have kids, not less.

* * *

“Okay,” the ultrasound tech says, clicking a few buttons on the machine. “This is Baby A’s heartbeat.”

The quick whooshing that fills the air makes my knees weak, just like it does every time we hear one of the babies’ heartbeats.