Chapter 21 - Darius

Damn my brothers, both. All last night I had dreams about Riko. Yes, some were dirty and sexy as hell of me exploring every inch of her body and making her cry out in pleasure. But then I had dreams of a wedding.

Riko was walking down the aisle at the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, wearing Nana Hazel’s wedding gown with a bright smile on her face as her eyes landed on me...on us. Which I know isn’t possible. Plural marriage is very much illegal. But her in that dress did things to do.

Then came dreams of being at an ob-gyn, crammed in a room with my brothers surrounding her on a table as the ultrasound displayed three healthy babies. I was enraptured at the sight of little limbs moving and the sound of fluttering heartbeats.

Then looking at her belly in awe that inside her petite body was a new generation of Frost. Then I was pushing a swing in a backyard, a little dark-haired child giggling while Forrest and Riko chased the other two, and Elijah was at the gri