Page 68 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

“We’ll work on the legalities later. But will you accept us as your men, your husbands, your lovers,” Jove replies. His pale blue eyes wait for my answer.

I grin. “I suppose so.”

“We could tie you up for being sassy,” Atty growls.

I lift my finger in the air. “Not while I’m pregnant.”

Beau’s hand reaches inside his pocket and he takes out a black velvet box and flips the lid. There’s the most beautiful wedding band. Three entwined strings of metal, one gold, one silver, and the last band is stuffed with glittering diamonds.

“Oh, my... It’s beautiful,” I whisper. My fingertip brushes over the ring as tears slip down my face.

“We want you for forever,” Jove says the words I’ll never get sick of hearing.

I nod and swallow at the same time.

“Will you be ours forever?” Beau asks.

“Will you let us be yours?” Atty takes my hand.

There are days where my insecurities appear, but they prove to me every day how much I am theirs. I should fear having three men in my life, but I don’t. I love that each gives me something I crave.

And I know I never want to go back to the days when they weren’t mine.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I say to each of them.

I don’t know whose mouth crashes onto mine first, and it feels like a whirlwind as I kiss one man to another.

Beau takes the ring from the box. “We couldn’t decide what style you would like. Atty wanted gold, I wanted platinum and Jove...” He pauses as he turns to Jove. “Claimed you needed diamonds. Hence, one ring that represented the three of us.”

Salty tears slip onto my lips as they slide the ring over my finger. It’s so beautiful I can’t pull my eyes away from it. “I love you,” I breathe out to all my guys. “I want to ask you all something.”

“Anything,” Beau says.

I stroke my palm over my stomach for a moment as tears lace my eyes. “I want to call her Lydia.”

My friend Lia had spent years under the protection of the men who became the loves of my life, without me ever knowing, but it was my cousin who led me to them.

Unfortunately, her tragic death.

“You can have anything you want, Erin. As long as we are always involved,” Jove says.

Tears coat my eyes as I think of her, knowing I have to make the most of this life. And I am by sharing it with these three men. She’d laugh at that, then tell me she was proud of me. I know she would.

I smile at Jove, then Beau before my eyes land on Atty and say, “Thank you, because now I have more than I could ever wish for.”

And I do.

The End