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She sighs but nods, taking my hand. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.”
I squeeze her hand, offering her a reassuring smile. “You’ve got this, Daisy. It’ll be fine.”
We walk down the hallway, passing Coach Ace, who’s sitting outside the spare bedroom. He looks up and grins.
“What’s up, kids?”
“We’re ready for the interview,” Beau says, keeping it casual.
The coach gives us a knowing look and holds his arms out to take the twins. “All right, go do your thing. I got these two.”
We pass the babies to him—Cole first, then Noah—and they both settle into his arms like they’ve always been there.
Coach Ace just shakes his head in awe. “Little monsters.”
I laugh and kiss Daisy’s temple. “All right, babe. Let’s do this.”
We walk into the room, and Daisy sits in front of the camera, her nerves evident in the way she shifts in her seat. I sit beside her, ready to back her up.
Kieran steps behind the camera, giving a thumbs-up to let us know it’s rolling.
We all sit beside her, focusing on the camera.
Daisy takes a deep breath and starts, her voice surprisingly steady. “Hey, everyone. I’m Daisy, and these are my men—Mason, Beau, and Kieran. The fathers of my children and, well…” she pauses for a beat, glancing at us before continuing, “we’re in a harem.”
There’s a slight chuckle from Beau beside her, and Kieran looks at me with a smirk, clearly loving how she’s owning the situation. Daisy takes another deep breath, gaining confidence.
“A month ago, I gave birth to two adorable and healthy baby boys,” she continues, looking at each of us in turn. “They are the latest additions to our family. Cole and Noah—our sons—belong to all three of us. We’re a family, and this is how it works for us. It’s unconventional, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
She looks back at the camera, her expression softening as she speaks directly to the audience. “I just want to say thank you to everyone who’s supported us. It’s been a wild ride, butwe’re doing it together. We’re building a life we love, and I’m so grateful to have these guys by my side.”
The interview goes on for a bit, with Kieran asking her fan questions, keeping it light and fun. Daisy’s nerves fade more with each word, and by the time it’s done, I can see she’s more comfortable in her own skin.
Then, just as we’re about done, Beau reaches into his pocket. My heart stutters a beat because I know what’s coming.
Daisy doesn’t see it coming, though. She looks over at him, confused, as he slowly pulls out a small velvet box.
When he opens it, a gasp escapes her lips.
Inside is a ring. A beautiful diamond with a simple band. It’s perfect. Just like her.
“Daisy,” Beau says, his voice thick with emotion, “we love you. We want you to be ours, completely. Will you marry us?”
The room goes quiet. Daisy’s eyes are wide, her mouth slightly parted. She doesn’t say anything at first, just staring at the ring, her hands trembling as she reaches for it.
“Yes,” she finally breathes. “Yes, of course.”
We all crowd around her, each of us kissing her, holding her. It’s overwhelming in the best way. I never thought I’d be here, but damn, I can’t imagine being anywhere else.
Then, one by one, we all take turns proposing to her. Kieran, with that soft smile of his, says the same words Beau did, his voice filled with so much love that I can barely breathe.
And when it’s my turn, I pull her into my arms, holding her close as I whisper, “You’re everything to me. You’re my heart. Will you marry me?”
Daisy’s tears spill over as she says yes to all of us.
She lifts the ring, showing it off to the camera, her face glowing. She waves goodbye to the audience, then runs to Uncle Ace. She holds out her hand to him, showing him the ring.
“They asked for your permission,” she says, her voice shaky but full of happiness.
Coach looks at the ring, nodding slowly. “You had better treat her right, boys,” he says, his voice full of pride. “I’m watching you.”
We all laugh, and I pull Daisy back into my arms, kissing her softly. “We will, Coach. We promise.”
And in that moment, as she’s surrounded by us, I know that everything is perfect.
This is real.
This is forever.
The end.
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