Page 34 of Kink in the Road

Finn rolled his eyes, though I could see his amusement. “What my delightfully tactless husband means to say is that it doesn’t matter. This child will have three parents who love them unconditionally, regardless of biology.”

“Besides,” I added, unable to resist joining in on the joke, “we figure we’ll know soon enough. If the baby comes out with Aiden’s smart mouth or Finn’s brooding scowl, we’ll have our answer!”

Laughter filled the tent, and I felt a wave of love and contentment wash over me. This was my family - unconventional, perhaps, but perfect in every way that mattered.

As the party continued around us, Finn pulled Aiden and me close.

“Happy?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Ecstatic,” I replied, leaning into his embrace.

Aiden’s hand found mine, intertwining our fingers. “Good. Because you’re stuck with us now, Mrs. Bronze-O’Connor-Sullivan.”

I laughed, squeezing his hand. “Promises, promises.”

As the night wore on, we danced and laughed, savoring every moment of our perfect day. And when it came time to cut the cake—a beautiful three-tiered creation decorated with cars, whisks, and beer bottles—we did it together, three hands on the knife, three hearts beating as one.

Later, after the party had died down and the guests had left, we sat together under the stars, sharing a quiet moment on the beach.

“What are you thinking about?” Finn asked softly, his hand warm on the small of my back.

I smiled, looking up at him and then at Aiden. “Just how lucky I am. How lucky we all are.”

Aiden pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Luck had nothing to do with it, oeh’uru pahlke. We were meant to be.”

As I sat there, wrapped in the arms of the two men I loved more than life itself, our child growing strong beneath my heart, I knew he was right. This was always where we were meant to end up—together, bound by love, facing whatever the future might hold as one unbreakable unit.

Three hearts, one love.

And our greatest adventures were yet to come.

I couldn’t wait.