Page 57 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

Either way, I knew the night would only end one way—with the four of us panting and sweating after coming hard. Because after all, I was their perfect little doll, and it was my job to do what it took keep them happy.

“Uh-uh,” Fox drawled. “That’s our job. We keep you happy and content,” he shared, making me realize I’d been thinking out loud.

“Are you, though?” I found myself asking as we landed on the bed. Our bodies bounced while we took our spots.

“You make us so happy it fucking shocks us this is possible.”

“Every fucking day, Serena.” Carey scooted closer, taking my hand to rest it over his heart “That’s not an organ. That’s you. You live in here. For each of us.”

Before I could cry happy tears again, they moved, and I was suddenly on top of Ronan, with Fox behind me, as Carey kneeled beside us.

And just like I predicted, it wasn’t until a lot later, breathless and sweaty, our stomachs groaned. The dinner I had cooked was ruined, but it was okay, since what baby really wanted was pizza.

Epilogue II

FOX

We watched the love of our life hand our son to Coco as they chatted away about something or another. The three of us were antsy for her best friend to take our son with her.

Not that we didn’t love the little guy.

We did. The sun rose and set with both Jacob and Serena for us. With my ocean-blue eyes and olive-toned skin and dark hair that matched his mother’s, he was a beautiful child. We didn’t know who the father was biologically. We didn’t need to.

He was ours.

The four of ours.

The last year and a half had felt like it passed by in the blink of an eye. Serena’s pregnancy had thankfully been easy, especially since Coco’s man, Lucas Star, reminded us of how difficult his wife’s had been. The delivery, though?

That had been scary as hell.

I had walked out of the room wondering how the hell women not only did what they did, but then some went to give birth multiple times. Somehow forgetting the agonizing pain they went through for their children.

Not that I thought Carey, Ronan, and I ever would.

We’d held her hand, breathed in and out right alongside her until Jacob had come out screaming and kicking. There was no denying that the three of us had fallen in love all over again. Not only with our sweet baby boy but with the woman who had carried him.

Even as I stood, antsy for this sleepover to begin so we could have time alone with our wife, I couldn’t believe how lucky we were. The way he looked at his mama and her best friend, his Aunt Coco, and babbled along like he was part of the conversation was adorable.

“Okay, guys, I’ll see you Sunday!” Coco waved goodbye, and the moment the front door opened and shut, with it left our son, Carey rolled his neck side to side, Ronan’s knuckles cracked, and a wolfish grin covered my face.

But our woman didn’t turn around.

She stayed where she stood, staring at the back of the door. I knew she was having a tough time with Jacob’s first sleepover. I didn’t doubt she wanted this time alone as much as we did, probably more, but she was an incredible mom. Overprotective and loving. Probably trying to be the mother she never really had.

“Do you think he’s going to be okay?” she asked quietly. Without having to look at one another, we closed the space around her.

I stood at one side, Ronan flanked the other, and Carey stood behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“He’s in the best hands.”

“And we have Nanny Olivia going to help her,” I reminded her.

Nanny Olivia was an angel. The older lady had helped raise Coco and had been a godsend when both women got pregnant one after another. I had no idea what we would do without her. She nodded and turned around to face us.

“I don’t want you guys to think it’s not that I’m not looking forward to time alone. I am. It’s just—"

“Hard?” Ronan guessed, and she nodded. “It’s not easy for us to have him leave either, you know?” he reassured her, and somehow, that seemed to make her feel better.