King's head tilts slowly, like a lion picking up the scent of blood. "Did she now?""That's not what happened," I mutter."It's exactly what happened," Niko replies, grinning like he's proud of himself.I throw another pillow at him. He catches it with zero effort, clearly ready this time.King cros
"Alright, I think we're done here," Mason says tightly, tucking my feet back under the blanket like it's the only thing keeping me—and him—contained."I-I'm sorry. You don't have to stop-"Mason shakes his head. "I do, little warrior. I really fucking do. Before I do something I'll regret."He grabs
AlyssaIt's been seven days.Seven days of lying in bed like a glorified houseplant while my men do everything for me except chew my food and blink on my behalf.And honestly? I don't completely hate it.Turns out, I like being taken care of more than I ever expected. There's something oddly soothin
Somehow, I didn't notice I'm still wearing specks of cake mix. And I blame Niko—the one whisking it like a madman. Without another word, King turns and saunters off to the bathroom, every step of that cocky walk radiating heat and amusement."Try thinkin' about her throwin' up again," he calls ove
MasonOur daughter's coming home today.After more than a week of not seeing her, I'm beyond ready to hold her again. To feel her tiny heartbeat against my chest. To breathe her in and finally believe we're gonna be okay. Alyssa's still asleep upstairs.We brought her home around two in the morning
And I don't even think he notices. Neither do Niko and Mason.Alyssa nibbles on a roll while the rest of us tear into our plates like we haven't eaten in days.Because, well... we really haven't. Alyssa flashes me a look, her eyes bright with mischief. "You've really gotta start taking better care