Page 34 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men (Mountain Men Why Choose #3)
EPILOGUE: Lena
“ S ophie! Can you bring me the bottles from the counter?” I call out. I shift the babies in my arms a bit, getting them comfortable so that I can feed them both at the same time, hopefully.
“Sure, Momma,” Sophie says obligingly as she rushes to the kitchen and comes back with the bottles. “Can I help feed them?”
I smile at her. She’s been so helpful with the twin boys that I delivered a couple of weeks ago. She’s an amazing big sister.
“Yes,” I tell her. “Here, feed Declan, and I’ll feed Dylan,” I say as I move Dec a bit, so that she can feed him properly.
“Are you helping your momma?” Tanner says to Sophie as he comes into the kitchen.
“Yes!” she says with an excited, little bounce that dislodges the bottle from Declan’s mouth. The baby starts wailing, and she immediately puts the bottle back. “Sorry, Dec.” She kisses his cheek to apologize.
“You’re a good big sister,” Tanner says approvingly, echoing my own internal thoughts from a few moments ago.
“How’s the bedroom coming along?” I ask over my shoulder while still smiling at the tiny babies in my arms.
The boys have been working for a week on a last-minute extension to the house to create a room for the twins.
We thought we would use the guest bedroom, but then, we realized that we might need to hire a nanny to help us take care of the babies and Sophie once we are all back to work.
Tanner had eagerly planned out a quick extension to the house, and Brody and Aiden were helping him to make it a reality.
It wasn’t the best season for building, but Tanner had been able to race to town and get the supplies in between snowstorms.
“Almost done,” Tanner says to me as he wanders closer. His eyes go soft as he looks at his sons fondly. “They’re beautiful,” he says lovingly.
I nod. “Yes, but I’m biased.”
“They’re so pretty, Momma,” Sophie says eagerly. “They’re pretty like me.”
Tanner and I laugh at that, and then, Tanner leans over to give me a kiss. “Back to work.”
A few minutes later, Aiden comes into the kitchen, saying that he’s going to make us lunch so that I can keep my strength up, and I giggle.
They’re convinced that because I had twins that it’ll be harder for me to recover from the delivery, and I haven’t told them that I’m fine.
I like being pampered too much to argue with them.
I press a hand to my belly as I feel a twinge of pain as Sophie shuffles around next to me. Okay, maybe my body really had been through a challenging experience delivering the twins. And I had been so big for the last weeks of pregnancy that getting around had been tough.
When we found out that we were having twins, I was scared, but Aiden told me that there were lots of twins on his father’s side of the family and that it was really special raising twins.
That probably meant that the children were his, but no one had ever said anything about that.
I had been worried that one of them might want to know who the father of the twins was, but none of them had asked about a paternity test.
The law would view them as Brody’s kids due to the fact that I was married to him, so there was no need to complicate things. Besides, Aiden already did a ton of work to help with raising them, so if he really was the father, he was already pulling his weight in every possible way.
I wonder if they’ll end up looking like Aiden as they grow up.
Right now, they just look like little, smooshy babies, so there is nothing to indicate who they will take after.
They do seem to have dark hair, but I know all too well that they will lose their baby fluff and it will probably come back in as a different color.
I secretly hope that I’ll end up having kids with each of my mountain men, but I don’t want to limit my time with them all so that we can be sure.
We sometimes do reconnect privately, but mostly, we share intimate time together.
It’s become our favorite way of enjoying sex, and I can’t imagine limiting that time simply for the sake of making sure that each of my men gets to have his own child.
I decide I can ask them about the idea later, but for now, I need to recover from having the twins and survive feeding babies who are almost never hungry at the same time while also trying to have enough time for Sophie.
“Oh, good, lunch,” Brody says as he comes into the living room. “I’m hungry enough to eat a horse.”
“Eww,” Sophie says, her face crinkled with disgust. “Don’t eat horses, Daddy.”
It always makes my heart flipflop in my chest when she calls the mountain men daddy. She is so lucky to have a new man in her life to call dad, let alone three.
“Some people around the world actually do eat horses, little one,” Brody says to her. “But it’s just an expression. I won’t eat any horses anytime soon.”
“I want a pony,” Sophie announces to the room at large for the millionth time.
We keep telling her that we don’t have room for a pony up here on the mountain, but she hasn’t given up.
I shouldn’t have read her that story about the kids who ride horses right before the twins were born.
It clearly gave her big plans for herself.
“We can worry more about that when you are a little older,” Brody tells her yet again, his tone patient. “Horses are a lot of work, and you are really little still. You need to be able to take care of your pony on your own before we get you one. If we get you one.”
The mountain men have turned into the kind of fathers that I wish most little girls could have.
They all offer different kinds of support for Sophie.
Brody is the disciplinarian, but he is also the one who offers the most praise and the most love when Sophie scrapes a knee or gets frustrated with something that she is trying to learn how to do.
His age offers a lot of wisdom, and I suppose that he’s using the same skills he learned from leading men in the military.
Tanner has taken her out to learn to set little traps in the wilderness, and he has taught her what to eat and what not to eat if she gets caught in the snow and can’t get back to the house.
He is the one who always reads her bedtime story, and I have caught him crying as he holds the twins to rock them to sleep.
We’ve had many talks about all of the trouble that his gambling caused for all of us, and he has been religious about going to therapy to make sure that he doesn’t fall back into old patterns.
Aiden, the artist of the group, has been teaching Sophie to paint, and she often brings her questions about boys and the birds and the bees to him.
It’s something that surprised me, but Aiden is so good at listening without judgment that I can understand why she feels safest with him when she is feeling insecure.
He always reports back to me about what she has been asking about as well, which is really nice.
I want to be in the loop about this kind of stuff.
Having father figures in her life has made it easier for Sophie to enjoy doing girly things with me, and she doesn’t get so frustrated with me for being “too hard on her” like she used to do when it was just us.
Our relationship has never been stronger, and she loves spending so much time with the twins that we’re almost always together lately.
“Are you happy?” Brody asks me, lifting my chin to press a kiss to my lips. I smile against his kiss, feeling the familiar tingling of attraction worming through me, despite my aches and pains.
I nod. “The happiest,” I whisper.
“No regrets?” Aiden calls from the kitchen, having somehow overheard us.
“Regrets?” Tanner echoes as he comes back into the room. “Who could regret being part of such a big, happy family?”
We all laugh at that, and Tanner and Aiden both join us to share a big, messy, group hug.
“Love you all forever and always,” I tell them.
“Forever and always,” Sophie says as well.
“How did we all get so lucky?” Brody says to no one in particular.
“Fate works in mysterious ways,” I say to them, looking down at the tiny lives cradled in my arms. From a battered woman looking for safety for herself and her little girl, to the wife of three amazing, loving men.
I don’t know how all of us managed to find one another, but our happily ever after is just as big, messy, and wonderful as anything I could ever have imagined.
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CHAPTER ONE Charlotte
I hate funerals. I hate them even more when they’re for someone I haven’t spoken to in a decade.
The mountain air hits my lungs like a forgotten memory as I step out of my rental car. Pine Ridge hasn’t changed—the same sleepy main street, the same towering pines, the same judging eyes that follow me as I walk into the chapel.