Jamie's thoughts...
Jamie lay there, his chest still heaving from the incredible release, the echo of Katy's cries of pleasure still ringing in his ears. Her whispered "I love you both too" was a precious melody he'd replay in his mind for years. And then, the gasp. His heart had plummeted. Did we go too far? Did we hurt her, or the pup? The panic was instant, primal.
But then she smiled. "The baby kicked!"
The words hit him like a physical force, knocking the breath from his lungs. She took his hand, guiding it to her stomach, and there it was. A tiny, undeniable flutter. Not a twitch, not a ripple from digestion, but a definite, distinct nudge. Their boy.
A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over him, so powerful it almost buckled his knees even as he lay there. This tiny life, connected to them, to him, was growing inside their mate. It was a tangible proof of their bond, of the future they were building, however chaotic its beginnings had been. He'd known she was pregnant, seen the bump, heard the heartbeat, but this—this physical connection, this little greeting from their son—it was different. It solidified everything.
He looked at Jayden, whose eyes mirrored his own awe and utter devotion. We did this, brother. Together. We gave her this. The pride was immense, a deep, satisfied rumble from his wolf.
"We love you, Katy," he said, the words heavy with sincerity, with all the unspoken promises of protection and forever. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, pouring every ounce of his gratitude and love into the touch. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting of their shared passion.
Then Jayden followed, claiming his own kiss, and Jamie felt the surge of connection, the perfect trio. This wasn't just about mating; it was about family. It was about their family, growing stronger with every shared breath, every touch, every tiny flutter from within Katy. He felt a profound sense of peace settle over him, deeper than any he'd known. They had so much to make up for, so much to teach her, so much to protect her from. But in this current moment, lying in the aftermath of shared pleasure and burgeoning life, all he felt was pure, unadulterated happiness.
Jaydens thoughts...
Jayden's own body still hummed with the aftershocks of their shared release, the feel of Katy's desperate pleasure still echoing through his very core. She was incredible, responsive, and utterly theirs. He'd been about to draw her closer, to murmur sweet nothing's into her hair, when her sharp gasp had cut through the quiet. His wolf was instantly on high alert, adrenaline spiking. Katy? The pup? The fear was a cold, sharp stab, a reminder of the fragility of everything they held dear.
Then she smiled. "The baby kicked!"
Relief flooded him, so intensely it almost made him dizzy. He watched as she took their hands, guiding them to her belly, and then felt it. A soft, undeniable little thump. It was tiny, ephemeral, yet it vibrated through his entire being, straight to his soul. Their son.
A primal roar of triumph and fierce protectiveness surged within him. His pup. The tangible proof of his connection to Katy, to this extraordinary new life. He looked at Jamie, seeing the same raw wonder and boundless joy reflected in his twin's eyes. This was the culmination of everything they were, everything they were meant to be. This was the future, growing right there beneath their palms.
"We love you, Katy," Jamie said, and Jayden felt the truth of those words so deeply it hurt. He watched his brother kiss her, a wave of profound tenderness and shared devotion washing over him. Then it was his turn. He leaned in, letting his lips meet hers, tasting Jamie on her, tasting their shared passion and the promise of their new family. It was a silent vow, a fierce commitment to protect and cherish them both, always. The chaos of the past month, the pain of her father's rejection – it all faded in comparison to this perfect, sacred moment. This was home. This was everything.
Katy's Thoughts...
Katy lay there, feeling the lingering warmth of their bodies, the delicious ache of a passion finally sated, and the new, wondrous sensation beneath her palm. He kicked. Her son. The sheer joy of that tiny flutter eclipsed everything else for a moment. All the fear, the confusion, the anger, even the fresh sting of her father's rejection—it all faded into a soft hum of disbelief and boundless affection.
Jamie and Jayden's hands, strong and warm, rested over hers, their shared wonder palpable through the mate bond. This baby, their baby, was so real. A boy. She still had a flicker of dread about him potentially being a wolf, but seeing their faces light up, feeling their profound connection to this growing life, softened the edges of that fear. They would protect him. They would guide him. And she, too, would learn.
I love you both too. The words, whispered in the shower, resonated now with an even deeper truth. It had been so fast, so utterly overwhelming, but here they were. Two men, two wolves, who loved her, who had chosen her, and who were now inextricably linked to her and their child. Her father might not understand, might never accept, but she was no longer alone. She had them. And now, she had a son.
A sense of profound, albeit dizzying, peace settled over her. Her life had been irrevocably cleaved in two. The old Katy, living her normal human life, was gone. This new Katy, mate to two powerful wolves, carrying their extraordinary child, was now her reality. And as she lay there, nestled between them, feeling the quiet strength of their devotion and the vibrant kick of their baby, she realized, with a surprising clarity, that she was exactly where she was meant to be.