food. Adara was hot on his heels, warning him not to eat it all.
“For you.” I held the parcel out to all three. They each gripped it at a different edge and tugged, pulling the paper off together.
“What is—”
“I don’t—”
“Holy mother.” Aleksy was the only one who understood what he was looking at. Only he had been a father before.
It was a blown-up photo from my last ultrasound, framed and laminated. Daire and Zavier turned it around several times until Aleksy finally put them out of their misery.
“Here.” He pointed. “Baby one. Here, baby two. This one, baby three.”
“Why am I looking at this? Zavier looked at me, puzzled. “Whose ultrasound is it?”
“Yeah, I’m lost.” Daire tried turning it upside down again.
I stepped forward and tapped the left-hand corner where my name and the date were clearly displayed.
Aleksy laughed, unable to hold it in any longer. Daire looked like he might faint from shock. Zavier grabbed me, hugging me and lifting me.
“I don’t know how you hid this from me for so long!” Aleksy exclaimed. “Now that I know, I couldn’t miss it with my nose.”
Zavier suddenly stopped celebrating. He leaned down and sniffed me right along my neck. He trembled slightly.
“Daire. Come here.”
“What?” He was still flipping the ultrasound up and down.
“Come on!”
“I’m not a fucking scratch and sniff,” I muttered. It was all in good humor, but sometimes these bear traditions really tired me out.
Daire stepped over to me and breathed in over my hair. He took his time sniffing over my head, then down my neck.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered.
I grinned at them. I didn’t have super bear senses, but I knew what was going on.
“Triplets.” Aleksy beamed.
“One from each of us.” Daire breathed in wonder.
We pulled closer to each other. I was in the middle of the circle, feeling their warm, strong bodies against me. The mountain sang above our heads and beneath our feet, welcoming me.
“I’m home,” I whispered, feeling my men press against me even harder.
Inside, an argument erupted between Egan and Adara. Aleksy hurried inside, announcing his presence, hoping to diffuse the situation from afar.
“Oh no,” Daire muttered.
“What?”
“I just realized. There will be three more of those.”
Zavier punched his arm lightly. “You’re going to love it, buddy.”
I linked my arms through theirs and hurried into the cabin. All the dreams I had ever had in my life had not taken me anywhere near this destination. I had to get caught in the twists of fate and surrender to them in order to find my perfect home.
To find my love.
Not just in one person, one mate, but in the hearts of three men, two—soon to be five—children, and the magnificent mountain itself.
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