Page 64 of Brandishing Balance (Devil’s Psychos MC #3)

Three Months Later

Maya

T he day was a flurry of running chaos and loud voices. Too many people asking me questions and touching my body all in the name of love and bliss. I was happy—I was. It was a magical day. I had officially married the loves of my life, but I felt like shit.

I woke up nauseous as fuck; every fucking scent had me rushing for the bathroom, and my boobs were sore as hell.

On top of it all, I was crabby as fuck. Another pregnancy symptom that I would not so graciously rock for the rest of this first trimester—if this pregnancy was anything like the last one.

I didn’t need a damn pregnancy test to tell me what this was, not when my guys had been trying to impregnate me for the last three months.

It was going to be the best wedding gift ever when I finally told them.

First, I needed to get through the rest of these pictures.

And the damn makeup artist needed to stop touching my face with every shot.

Where the fuck did Nico find these women?

They acted like this was a professional shoot; did they not see the damn leather cuts the men wore to the ceremony?

Fuck, I needed to calm the fuck down. I wanted these photos to turn out nice. I would look back at these years from now and remember that I was happy, even if my irritation was outshining it at the moment.

I took a deep breath when the makeup chick stepped away.

We were taking a walk through the most gorgeous indoor botanical gardens I’d ever seen.

End of February in central Illinois was no joke, but my guys had found me the most gorgeous indoor venue and pulled some strings to get me the date I wanted—I didn’t ask how.

The ceremony had been absolutely magical and my guys had taken my breath away.

During the ceremony I had said I do to all three of them and we all had exchanged rings, but on paper I was marrying Marcos.

With Marcos being the president of the Devil’s Psychos, it only made sense.

I didn’t necessarily agree with it, but in the end a piece of paper didn’t matter - I was marrying my three men before God and our friends and families. That was all that mattered to me.

“Ready?” the photographer asked as we posed in front of a beautiful indoor waterfall surrounded by lush green plants.

“Yeah,” the guys said.

The photographer begins taking pictures as we changed poses.

“I’m pregnant.” I announced, watching my men.

Their faces immediately lit up, and the photographer grabbed the moment through each reaction.

“FUCK YES!” Marcos yelled.

“Hell yeah!” Jason cheered.

“Holy shit!” Nico breathed. “Seriously?”

I nodded as tears welled in my eyes. Nico cupped both sides of my face and brought his forehead down against mine. I could see his own tears lining his eyes. “You’re gonna be a daddy,” I murmured.

And he would be. The guys had made sure that only Nico came in my pussy for the last two months. They were diligent about making sure he was the next one to get me pregnant. The three of them had a damn plan for the next couple years. I had rolled my eyes at them, but I was ready for it.

I wanted this more than anything with them. All my dreams had come true.

“I’m gonna be a daddy,” Nico gasped. He dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to my stomach, while the photographer continued snapping photos.

Our happily ever after was just beginning, balancing out all the betrayal.

The End.