Page 71 of Wyatt & Weston

“So, you’re happy?”

“Happy?” Wyatt laughs, pure joy on his face. “We’re over the fucking moon.”

I laugh and squeal as Weston tosses me over his shoulder and Wyatt slaps my ass.

“Fuck yeah!”

They bring me back out to the dance floor, placing me on my feet. I watch in shock as the two of them go over to the bar and jump onto the top.

“Hey everyone!” Wyatt shouts.

Most people look over, wondering what the heck they’re doing.

“We’re having a baby!” Weston cheers.

A moment later, so does the rest of the room.

Everyone breaks out into congratulations and I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Everything I ever wanted has come true for me and I didn’t need money, a mansion or a fancy car to get it. Just the two men who I love more than anything else in the world and who treat me like their queen.

Someone lets everyone know the ball is about to drop and the count-down is on.

We all shout along. “Happy New Year!”

Then the twins each kiss me on the cheek.

“Happy New Year, Baby.” Weston kisses my lips.

“Happy New Year, Hellcat.” Wyatt does the same.

“Happy New Year.” I laugh. “So.” I give them a sly smile. “Now that I’m your wife and having your baby, does that mean I earned your brand?”

Biting my lip, I watch as they look at each other in shock before groaning.

“You know it’s going to hurt, right?” Wyatt asks.

“There won’t be one but two, one for each of us,” Weston informs me.

“I know. The moment this baby is out of me, I want it. Both of them.”

As messed up as some might think it is, the idea of having their mark on me forever like that fills me with pride.

I want it. Need it.

They look at each other and grin. “Anything for you, Red.” Weston pulls me into his arms as Wyatt steps up behind me.

Wyatt brings his lips to my ear. “Equally, our hearts and souls.”

And mine is theirs. I don’t love one more than the other, both of them own me. Equally and completely. Until the day we die, and beyond.