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“You walked, I was carried,” I giggle.

O looks down at me fondly, and I’m amazed that this is my life. Going on dates with my fiancés, living a normal life where I’m free. It’s kind of amazing. Orion links his fingers in mine, and I can feel his ring.

Orion checks the bathroom quickly, before dragging me into the men’s room with him. Laughing, I shake my head at him as I pop into the stall to clean up a little. The sink runs as he cleans off his face, and I can’t stop smiling.

Feeling a little cleaner after soaking his face, I walk out of the bathroom where he’s drying it.

“Totally worth it, you taste like home and delicious, Little Love,” he growls, making me shiver as I wash my hands.

We surprise a man as we walk out of the bathroom, and I hide my face as I giggle in O’s shoulder. It doesn’t matter that we didn’t actually do anything in the bathroom, my endorphins are riding me, and I feel giddy.

“Shall we see how this date is going?” I ask, looking up at Orion.

“I think it’s going pretty well,” he smirks, inclining his head toward the bar where Tyler is kissing my sister.

Well damn, looks like he’s got game after all.

We spend the night dancing and having a ball, keeping an eye on the corner of the bar that they’re holding up as they laugh and talk.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Derek

I’m currently staring out at my front porch in disbelief. Shit, this isn’t how I expected our Monday to be starting out.

James Campbell is smiling uncertainly next to his quietly fuming brother.

“I can’t believe you tailed me from the airport,” Jordan grouses. “Can’t you understand that Lennon wants nothing to do with you?”

“But why? She’s my daughter. I can safely claim her now that her psychotic mother is dead and gone.” James shrugs.

There was never an official obituary for Carrie, so I don’t know how he got this information. Except, as I see a guilty flush crawl up Jordan’s neck, I realize who told him.

“The babies are sleeping,” I grunt. “I don’t think it’s a good time for you to come in. Go away.”

“Who are you talking to like that? Damn, did I forget to give you coffee this morning?” Roark asks, opening the door wider as he comes to the door. “What the fook are you doing here?”

“Honestly,” James complains. “Why can’t Lennox be normal.”

“Her name is Lennon,” Jordan groans, pinching his nose. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“That woman insisted on giving her a ridiculous name,” James scoffs.

“My Valkyrie has a fooking incredible name. Do I need to throw you out, or can you walk out yourself?” Roark grumbles.

Giving myself the tiny pleasure of pulling strength from this mountain of a man, I arch my brow at Lennon’s father.

“I have grandchildren. You can’t keep me from them. Jordy!”

“Don’t ‘Jordy’ me, you asshole. I’m so sorry guys, I really didn’t think he’d follow me. I can come back later, or not at all,” Jordan sighs.

“What the hell is going on?” Lennon asks, ducking underneath and around us. “Da… James?”

“Dad,” James murmurs, looking at Lennon. Our girl is in a pair of leggings and a long-sleeved tunic so she can easily nurse the twins. Thankfully, she’s wearing a bra because she was expecting her uncle, and she's in fuzzy socks. “What are you wearing? And are you really fucking all these men? Is that how I became a grandfather?”

Lennon’s lips part in surprise, and I watch her blink rapidly to clear the sting of tears.

“Nope,” Roark and I growl together, exploding into motion.