Page 130 of Wicked Deceit

"We are really going to have to watch ourselves. Babies pick up on words fast." Zepp says, messing with Roman's blanket.

I smile down at my bundle. His bright green eyes stare up at me, exploring my face. And then his lip quivers again, exploding into a loud cry.

"Fuck! He's got some lungs on him," Carter says, covering his ears. "Fix him!" He says, waving a hand and scrunching his nose.

"What's wrong with him?" Chase asks, leaning down, wrinkling his nose. "Does he need a change? Hungry?" Roman continues to wail as I set him down on the bed between my sprawled-out legs. Unraveling his blanket, his arms and legs kick out in stiff movements, jerking around with every cry. His tiny fists clench together, and I stop everything and freeze. My brain freezes, reading the four words printed on his onesie. Something I never thought I'd be capable of doing or want to do. I never expected one husband, let alone four.

'Will you marry us?'

I run a finger down his little onesie, tears filling my eyes. "Seriously?" I ask, tracing the four words printed on it.

"Yes," Zepp says, pulling a ring box out of his pocket. Flipping it open, he reveals a simple engagement ring. One large diamond sits surrounded by four smaller ones, representing our love for one another.

"What do you say, Angel?" Seger asks, dropping to his knee.

"Will you marry us?" Carter asks, dropping to his knee. One by one, they each drop to their knees, reaching out to me with glossy eyes.

"You planned this?" I sniffle. Roman grabs onto my finger with an iron grip, wailing more like he’s urging me to say yes so he can latch onto my breast and finally eat.

"Of course, Sunshine," Chase whispers, bringing my left hand in the air. "We love you so much, and we never want to let you go."

"We want to make you ours," Zepp says, slipping the ring onto my finger. It glitters in the light, sending my heart into a frenzy.

"Forever," Seger nods. "And always, Angel Baby."

Tears fall, and I nod. “Yes, oh my God, yes! I'll marry all of you." Someone pulls me into a hug, letting me cry into their neck, while someone else takes the baby and soothes his cries with hushed words of love.

After their proposal, I stare at the ring while feeding Roman. This is my life. My baby. My boys. And a massive wedding ring on my finger.

A few days after Roman is born, we are discharged and in perfect health. We got back to our house and settled in, trying to get used to caring for a baby. Roman proves to be a quiet baby. He cries for milk and when he needs a change, but other than that, he doesn't make a peep.

Zeppelin plays guitar in his room every night, soothing him to sleep with a quiet melody. Every morning Carter takes Roman into his office, holding him tight while working. Seger and Chase take turns getting up every night with him, helping me feed him, and caring for him. They never take their duties lightly, coming to fatherhood the best way they know how.

"Alright, fuckers! The results are in! Who's ready to pay up!" Seger shouts, strolling into the living room with an envelope in his hand.

"They're in? Already?" I ask, leaning back into Carter's embrace. His arm settles under mine, helping me hold Roman up as he feeds.

"I can't wait to be a thousand dollars richer!" Carter says in a low voice full of humor.

"You'll come to learn your daddies are idiots," I coo at Roman through a grin, earning a scoff from Chase.

"Alright, alright! Tell us who the daddy is." Chase says, pausing Netflix. He leans forward with a serious expression, resting his elbows on his knees, and his chin rests in his hand.

"You know you're all his dads, right? This doesn't change anything." I look around the room, and they nod in confirmation.

"It was just for health reasons so that Rome can have a detailed history for the future," Zepp says, rubbing his hands together with a small smirk.

"And we were really fucking curious," Carter says from what I can only assume is a big grin. "So get fucking on with it!"

"Fine, fine," Seger says with a smug grin. "But you better be ready to hand over my money because that kid has my DNA running through him."

As Seger rips into the envelope, we all wait on pins and needles. Pulling out five papers, he shifts through them with raised eyebrows. Finally, he snorts in disbelief, barking out a laugh.

"Well, I'll be damned!" He grins more, shaking his head.

"Spill it!" Chase shouts, jumping to his feet.

"Well, it looks like my DNA does run through the kid's DNA, just not exactly mine," Seger says, handing the paper over to Zepp.