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“Be nice to our baby mama,” Saint chuckles, leaning over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.

I moan like a whore, hands clawing at the sheets. “Yeah,” Shepherd says. “Teasing her is just cruel.” He then takes my other nipple into his mouth.

“You’re all so fucking mean,” I sob out, legs gripping Maverick’s face. “Make me cum now, or I’ll smother you with my pussy.”

“Bunny, you say that as if he wouldn’t die a happy man.” Saint grins against my breast when my nipples harden.

Every cell inside me comes to life.

“Please. Please,” I beg, whimpering as that fire burns brighter. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”

Thankfully, Maverick doesn't. He sucks and licks until I’m falling over the edge. “Oh fuck!” I sob out as my orgasm takes hold. I cum hard, flooding his face with my release.

When my climax ebbs, I relax into the bed with a dopey smile on my face.

I’m not done, not until I’ve made all three of them cum, but I feel so much better.

This pregnancy has been amazing. Apart from some morning sickness, which the guys were so damn sweet and caring about, I’ve had a great experience.

They pampered me like a queen, spoiled me rotten too.

I’ve never been so loved in my life, or been so in love, as I am with these three and our baby.

We decided to wait until the baby is born to find out the sex. We want it to be a surprise because the guys said it doesn't matter what the gender is, they will love our child anyway.

That means a lot to me because I know how much they want a son. But fuck me, they would be the best girl dads as well.

Anytime I see them with Amy, Olivia’s baby girl, my heart melts into a big puddle of goo.

To think these big scary killers are also the biggest saps known to man is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

After everything that happened with Rafe, my life changed.

The guys continued to be crazy overprotective, and I haven’t gone anywhere on my own. Especially with me being pregnant, they've been terrified to leave my side.

But we do leave the house a lot, mostly to see my bestie.

They also ended up moving my house and putting it on the far side of the property.

Any time I need some space from them, that’s where I go. It's not often, but these pregnancy hormones have made me quite the bitch.

So, rather than get mad at them, I take time to myself.

Speaking of Rafe, things between us have been weird. We haven’t seen one another again, the guys not wanting me to be anywhere near him, but we have texted.

Dmitry and Rafe can’t stand each other, so there’s tension between them. Not that my guys overly enjoy him either. But for me, they’ve been keeping a truce.

I do therapy twice a week, over the phone, working through all these new changes.

Finding out everything about my mom was hard. I felt like maybe I didn’t really know her. She died when I was young, and I felt like there was so much I missed out on.

I can’t change the past, and she’s gone, so there’s no point in getting hung up on answers I’ll never get.

The father I grew up with will always be the man I call my dad. Rafe’s father died last year, so even if I wanted to, there was no getting to know him.

Not that I would want to. From what I’ve heard, he was a horrible man. Plus, he had no idea I existed. It’s best that way.

Olivia and I have been spending a lot more time together. I missed her so much. I need her in my life.