by Frankie Love
But Rosie and Harper seem to understand exactly what I’ve gone through.
“So what happens next?” I ask just as the door opens and in walk our three men.
Harper takes my hand squeezing it tight. “Now you go get what you want.”
Chapter Seventeen
We tell Janice off just like she deserved.
“Okay,” she sputters. “I get that you’re calling it quits for the day. But you will be back tomorrow. On set, correct?”
I shake my head, rolling my eyes, so done with her. Only wanting one thing at the moment: to get to Stella.
Rosie and Harper took her under their collective wing and guided her to the cabin, so at least I know she’s safe. At least I know she isn’t going anywhere.
I grab her suitcase out of the towncar; toss it in the back of my truck. Buck and Jaxon get in their own trucks and in minutes we leave the construction site headed for home.
The idea of another set of twins doesn’t scare me. I’m not mad. That’s not what has my heart racing and my blood pumping.
What has me torn up right now is thinking about her for the past month, knowing all this and worrying about the babies, and not having anyone to confide in, rely on. Not having me to hold her hand and carry her heart.
It kills me that she’s been doing it all alone.
Because I’ve been doing it alone with twins ever since they came to me. Ever since my brother died. And it’s been a long fucking road. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, let alone the woman I love.
Pulling up at Jaxon’s house, I turn off my truck and slam the door. I head to the door with Buck and Jaxon right behind me.
We walk inside and I see the girls crouched in front of Briar and Finn and my heart surges.
Drops.
Leaps.
Soars.
Fuck it, I don’t know what my heart is doing.
And I’m not waiting.
For permission or for anything. I walk to Stella and I get down on one mother fucking knee.
“Oh, baby, baby.” I wrap my arms around her waist, and her arms reach around my neck. And I kiss her belly. The belly that holds my babies, my future. My forever.
And Briar and Finn are right beside us, and I wrap them in my arms too, kissing the tops of their heads, and then kissing Stella on the lips.
This family is unconventional, made from broken pieces, but together we are whole and we are enough.
“I love you, Stella. I love you now and I know it’s crazy and I know it’s fast. But it’s real.”
I expect some sort of pullback on her part. Pullback in the form of fear or frustration or I don’t know what, but she doesn’t do anything except look in my eyes and nod ever so softly.
And say the word yes.
Yes.
Yes.
And I kiss her again and when our lips collide, I don’t care that there are a dozen babies in this room watching our mouth on mouth moment. It doesn’t matter, I want these kids to know what love is.
They are witnessing the real fucking deal.
I pull back and Stella presses her hands to my cheeks, tilting my chin to her face. “I love you too Wilder. I love you forever.”
Everything inside me is on fire. Alive and good and well.
And Buck whistles behind us and Jax starts hollering and the girls are laughing and clapping and the babies are crying and maybe this is what it means to have it all.
I have it all.
Stella and I, we have it all.
“You need to leave the twins here and get the heck out of Dodge for the night,” Jaxon tells us and I’m not gonna let him tell me twice.
I take my woman’s hand, lace my fingers through hers, and I lead her out the front door.
I’m gonna take her home.
In my cabin, with the door behind us, I pull Stella in my arms.
“This is insane. You know that right?”
“I know,” she laughs.
I cup her cheek with my hand looking down at her. I’d still be angry, except somehow Janice’s fucked up plan brought me together with the woman I love.
I can’t be mad now.
“Feels too good to be true, doesn’t it?” I ask her.
She nods softly. Then looking up at me she says, “It feels too good to be true, but it is true, Wilder. Somehow we are right where we’re supposed to be.”
“I was wondering what you were gonna think of the mountain. It’s a long-ass way from Seattle, can you do that Stella? Can I even ask you to do something like that? I don’t want to be that guy.”
She shakes her head. “I know, that’s why I was so scared to say anything... Not sure if I was ready to give up the life I had. I love my job.”
I narrow my eyes on her, trying to understand. “Do you love working for this TV show?”
Stella shakes her head. “No, not necessarily. I love being an interior designer. And I wanted this job for the security. It pays really well and I knew it would help me get where I wanted to go.”
“Where do you want to go?” I ask, confused. I thought I knew where she wanted to be. Right here, with me.
“No, I... First I took the job because it was a paycheck. But then I got pregnant and suddenly the job became something else entirely. It became a way for me to support my child in case you weren’t in the picture.”
“I am in the picture.”
“I know. And I’m so glad. I just never want to feel stuck or trapped.”
I run my hand over my beard. “I’m scared you’re gonna still feel trapped Stella. Being out here, in a life you don’t feel like you chose, a life you feel forced into? No, I don’t want you to wake up in a year and regret what you’ve done.”
“I won’t regret you. I won’t regret these babies.” She takes my hand and presses it to her belly. Deep within her, our babies stir and I feel their feet press against my hand. Moving. Alive. Real. “It’s hard, though, I always thought I would be doing some sort of work. Now I guess my work will be taking care of my children.”
I frown, trying to understand this woman I’ve given my heart to. “Baby, you know motherhood is not an all or nothing proposition?”
“I’m not so sure, Wilder. My sister? She doesn’t do anything except take care of Nicolette, and Rosie and Harper, their whole world seems tied up in their children. And we’re not talking just one baby, but a lot of children. These babies, and Briar and Finn, are going to need all of my attention. All of me. And if I’m being honest, it’s frightening. And overwhelming. And I want to be brave. I want to be the best mother possible. There are too many people involved for me to do any of this half-assed.”
I lift Stella’s chin, making sure she sees me straight on. “Baby, you want to go work halfway around the country for a TV show a few times a year? Good. I’ll be your champion. Those women you talk about? Rosie, hell, she’s down at her diner most mornings frying up eggs and flapjacks. And Harper, that girl may look sweet and innocent, but last year she started writing romance novels, all that steamy shit. Publishing them on Amazon all by herself. So when they need time to go work everyone helps out, pitches in. That’s what family does.”
Stella isn’t having any of it. “Do you have family here, because I don’t? My parents and I aren’t close at all and my sister... Sometimes I feel like I understand her, but she’s not going to upend her life to come to Idaho to babysit.”
“So we find someone to help us. We hire a nanny. We make it work. We’re in it together. Stella, you’re not doing this alone anymore. That’s the beauty of having a partner.”
Tears fall from Stella’s eyes. “You mean you would support me? If I wanted to continue my business and be the mom, I could? I could do it all?”
“Do it all?” I smile. “Baby, nobody can do it all. But together, we can do an awful lot.”
“Together.”
“Together,” I reinforce. And then I kiss her, softly, our lips parting, our babies between us. I kiss her, and she knows she isn’t i
n this alone.
Not anymore.
Epilogue
5 months later ...
I wake up with Wilder’s hard cock nestled in the crack of my ass. “Somebody woke up happy,” I tease.
Wilder kisses my neck, sweeping my hair aside, then his warm hands cup my bare breasts.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he groans. Nudging himself deeper behind me. Unable to resist, I move my hand to my pussy and press my fingers inside. I’m already wet and wanting, having had frantic dreams about Wilder all night long.
“Take me before the babies wake up,” I murmur, and he laughs quietly. “Actually, take me before I go into labor. I’m telling you what, it’s gonna be any day.”
Wilder doesn’t need any more prompting. Leaning on top of me is no longer an option because pregnancy is no joke. I’m huge, though Wilder insists that I’m as gorgeous as ever.
“Baby, you’re so wet, so warm,” he tells me kissing my ear. I close my eyes as his massive cock presses inside of me, my pussy on fire, hot and alive. I smile in pleasure as he rocks his body against my backside. Cupping my tender breasts as he thrusts into me.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. Pregnant sex is the best sex, I tell you what. And I’ve been so horny for Wilder, which works out well considering we’re still technically newlyweds.
Our wedding was a TV special, which is absurd, but also pretty damn perfect. Because nothing about our story is conventional.
But all of it was meant to be.
After all the drama with the crew filming our intimate exchange on set–when I revealed that we were having twins, Wilder and I both seemed to wake up the next day less intense over the entire thing. Now that we had one another, we were perfectly fine with letting the whole world know.
So the next day, Wilder went back to finish the cabin with Buck and Jax and let Janice know that she could have access to any of the footage she had used the day before.
And moreover, he told her that I was a permanent part of the cast.
“Baby, don’t stop,” I beg him, crying out as my body orgasms with him buried deep inside me.
“Oh yeah,” he groans. “I’m gonna come so hard in you.”
Loving him so deep inside me, I press my ass against him, needing more of my husband. Having all of him.
I bite my lip as his hot come fills me. I close my eyes trying to catch my breath, so completely sedated.
Wilder pulls his cock from me, his fingers running along my slit as if petting me to make sure everything is okay.
Then with a pop, our life changes.
“I think my water broke,” I gasp. We laugh, shocked and stunned.
But oh so ready for this life we have chosen.
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My next door neighbor is a single dad. A very, VERY hot single dad.
And he wants me to be his babysitter.
I could use the extra money so that part's easy. What's NOT easy is the fact I've had a crush on Deacon for years. He never knew, and it never mattered. I was too young then.
But I'm not now.
He looks at me like he wants to rip my clothes straight off. His brother hates me, though--thinks I'm no good, just another woman trying to wreck Deacon's life. If he catches us together, he'll probably throw him AND his cute daughter out on the street just to prove a point.
I can't let that happen.
But after seeing Deacon shirtless... noticing how stiff his whole body gets around me... I'm not sure I can keep resisting.
Or if I even want to.
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Chapter One
Remy
The trash smells disgusting. “God, did something crawl in there and die?” my friend Clara says beside me as I wheel the trashcan out to the curb. She’s stayed over for horror movie night, a monthly tradition we’ve held since we were twelve.
I hold my breath, face scrunched up tight. “Yeah, whatever that thing was my mom tried to feed us last night.”
“What was that?” Clara says.
“Tofu.”
“Is that some kind of bird, because if it is, it should be hunted until it’s extinct.”
I laugh. Poor Clara. Her family is strictly meat and potatoes. She never even saw a Brussel sprout until we met. She thought it was the cutest little baby cabbage until she actually tried it. Now she calls them devil warts.
“It’s made from soy beans, I think.”
The sun has just risen. There’s a mist curling off the cement as the day warms up. The sky, with its layers of vibrant orange and yellow, looks like candy corn. A beautiful fall day.
The sprinklers come on with a hiss that startles me at first before I realize what made that sound. We have to sprint across the lawn in bare feet to get to the newspaper before it’s ruined. No matter how many times my mom complains, the guy who delivers our newspaper always tosses it onto the lawn instead of the front porch.
I’m shaking off the water droplets when I hear the deep rumble of a pickup truck. I watch as it pulls into Sam’s—my neighbor’s—driveway. But my neighbor drives a Toyota Prius, so I know it’s not him, unless he got a new car. With his office geek appearance, he doesn’t really seem like a truck kind of guy, so I doubt it.
The engine turns off and it takes a minute for the driver to exit the vehicle. Then Deacon steps out of the driver’s side and my heart explodes in my chest.
“Oh my god,” I say, standing there, dumbfounded.
Clara turns toward my neighbor’s house. “Holy shit, is that—”
“Yes, it is. Don’t stare!” I grab her by the shoulders and twist her body to face me.
“Pretend we’re talking,” I say.
“We are talking.”
“Just stand there so I can stare without being obvious I’m staring,” I say as I watch him over her shoulder.
She grumbles. “Fine. But hurry up. It’s freezing out here.”
Deacon is Sam’s brother. He used to own the house, then sold it to Sam after he married. I remember sitting in my old tree house, watching as he loaded his boxes into the U-Haul, half tempted to go next door and put each box back in the house so he couldn’t leave. That was a couple years ago. I haven’t seen him since. Until now.
He still looks just as amazing as he did back then. A little more mature, maybe, and thicker with muscle than I remember. Clearly that confident swagger never went away. That’s easy to tell even at this distance as he goes to the back door of the truck.
What’s not easy to see is what’s in the back seat of the truck. I squint to see better. Is that the top of a car seat I see in the back window?
“Is that …” I start to say, but get distracted and don’t finish the thought.
“Is that what?” Clara says, starting to turn around, but I stop her.
“Don’t look,” I say. “He’ll see us watching him.”
“Then tell me what’s going on!”
I keep watching, holding my breath. Does he have a baby? My heart is thumping so hard I can feel it in my teeth. I stand on the tips of my toes, looking through the mist of sprinkler spray. When I take a step closer, a stream of water hits me dead on in the face. I yelp, and Clara screams as we try to get out of way. Deacon looks over at us, and I pretend I wasn’t looking.
When w
e’re out of the way of the sprinkler stream, I glance at him again. That’s when Deacon pulls a baby from a car seat.
“Oh my god, he has a baby now,” I say.
Clara gets this irritated antsy look on her face. “Can I please look now.”
“Not yet.”
Deacon was twenty-five years old when I first started noticing him as something more than just my neighbor like all the rest. I was thirteen. I had the biggest crush on him. It was his smile that first attracted me to him. Some neighbor kids and I were on skateboards out in front of my house. One of the boys I hung out with at the time—my first crush—had built a quarter pipe for us to skate on, and we’d drag it out into the street during the summer while most people were at work and we didn’t have to worry about traffic. I was too embarrassed to wear a helmet because I though it made me look stupid, and I wanted to look good for my crush, so I’d taken it off. Well, like a dumbass, I fell. Not in some big, epic way while doing a trick either. I was skating on a flat surface when my wheel caught a rock and I went face first into the cement.
Deacon had been next door and had seen the whole thing. He rushed over and helped me off the ground. At first he looked terrified, his face all bunched up with worry until he saw that I was fine. Nothing hurt, really, except my pride. Just a little road rash. I was a tough kid and had experienced far worse falls. When he saw that I was okay, his face broke out into the most electrifying smile I’d ever seen. “You scared the hell out of me,” he’d said.
All I could do was stare at that magnificent white smile. My other crush was a distant memory. Deacon had consumed my thoughts thereafter.
Every day I would sit in my yard and watch him. Mostly from my tree house because I liked the bird’s eye view. He had an amazing body and was always out in the yard working without a shirt on or washing his car. He had an old muscle car back then and was in love with it. He would wash and wax it several times a week.