Evaline:
The mont River and I turned our heads, a smile imdiately ford on my lips.
Draven had just stepped into the living room, brushing snowflakes from his ssy dark hair. His eyes glimred with sothing between amusent and mischief, a smile tugging at his lips as if he had caught us in the middle of sothing scandalous.
"Draven."
The mischievous glint softened into warmth as his stride quickened toward . He shrugged out of his long coat, the fabric heavy with snow, and carelessly tossed it onto the couch before pulling into his arms.
The sudden chill from his snow-soaked clothes made squeal. "Ah! Cold!" I tried wriggling out of his embrace, but his arms only tightened around .
"Nope," he murmured against my hair, his voice low and unyielding. "You are not going anywhere. Do you know how badly I missed you last night?"
I froze for a mont, torn between laughter and embarrassnt. His words held a weight I didn’t expect, and my heart twisted in response. Before I could react, Draven peeked at River from over my shoulder and spoke.
"Don’t expect to make that kind of sacrifice again," he teased, his voice light but edged with a hint of truth. "Last night was a one-ti exception."
River looked unbothered, but he still inclined his head with that composed grace of his. "I wouldn’t ask again. Thank you." His gaze shifted to , lingering with that quiet warmth that made my chest ache. "I need to leave now."
My lips parted, disappointnt rising before I could hold it back. But he was already grabbing his phone from the coffee table. One last lingering look, so full of aning it made my heart stumble, and then he was gone.
And suddenly, it was just and Draven.
I wriggled free from his hold at last, swatting lightly at his chest. "You are freezing! Couldn’t you at least shake off the snow before hugging ?"
He grinned, utterly unapologetic. "Sorry," he said, though the amusent in his voice betrayed him. Leaning down, he pressed a warm kiss to my cheek, lting the remnants of my protest.
I huffed, but the corners of my lips curved despite myself.
Both our stomachs grumbled almost at the sa ti, and we burst into laughter. So together, we made our way to the dining hall for a late breakfast.
After eating until we were both comfortably full, Draven excused himself to shower. I stayed behind in the living room, sinking into the couch with a book in my hands, titled - The Journey of Motherhood. My fingers traced the pages absently as I tried to absorb the words. I wanted to prepare, to understand what was coming.
It was then that soone stepped into the living room again.
Oscar.
Unlike Draven’s icy arrival, Oscar radiated warmth as soon as he stepped inside. He tugged off his coat and jacket, shaking out his hair, and before I could even stand, he was crossing the room in long strides. His arms wrapped around , firm and grounding, and I lted into him without hesitation.
The familiar warmth of him seeped into . I pressed my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, and I sighed softly.
"You are warm," I murmured.
His chuckle rumbled against . "And you are hot. Guess that ans we fit just right."
I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed again.
Monts later, Draven reappeared, his damp hair clinging to his forehead and a fresh sweatee clinging to his fra. With the three of us gathered together, the couch beca our haven. I nestled against Oscar’s chest, my head rising and falling with each breath he took, while Draven claid the space at my feet. He tugged them into his lap and began massaging gently, his strong fingers kneading away the tension I didn’t even realize I carried.
I sighed in contentnt.
My hand drifted back to the book on my lap, and curiosity pulled back into the words. I flipped another page, skimming through the advice, but it was Oscar’s voice that pulled from my focus.
"What are you reading?" His chin rested lightly on top of my head, his voice low and curious.
"About motherhood," I admitted softly, almost sheepishly.
That single word - motherhood - seed to ripple through him. His chest stiffened beneath for a mont before relaxing again. Then, with sudden decisiveness, he said, "We should start shopping."
I blinked up at him. "Shopping?"
"For the baby." His voice was steady, certain. "Clothes, blankets, everything. We can’t wait too long."
The realization struck like a wave. I hadn’t bought a single thing. I hadn’t even thought about it. My heart thudded as guilt and excitent tangled inside .
Draven leaned back, nodding in agreent. "He’s right. And it’s not just about shopping. We also need to set up the nursery."
The word hit differently than it should have - nursery. My baby would have a room here, in this sprawling mansion. With them. My mates.
The thought filled with such warmth that tears threatened to prick my eyes. This... this was my baby’s future.
We soon got lost in the details, making plans about lists and colors and furniture, when another person joined us.
"Kieran," Oscar murmured before I even looked.
My head shot up. There he was - broad-shouldered, snow dusting his blonde hair, his expression neutral as his gaze flicked between us.
And then he spoke.
"For whose baby are you planning all this shopping?"
My world froze.
My heart hamred in my chest, and panic clawed up my throat. This was it. The mont. The truth poised on the edge of revelation. I should have felt relieved, but instead, dread twisted inside , sharp and rciless.
Before I could open my mouth, Oscar’s voice broke the silence.
"I’m ready to introduce my mate to you, Kieran."
I whipped my head toward him, my breath stuck in my lungs.
Kieran’s brows lifted, surprise flashing across his face. Slowly, a smile tugged at his lips. "Really? That’s... good news. Invite her for dinner. I would like to et her. All of us would."
But before I could even breathe, Draven’s voice cut in. "I found my mate too."
Kieran’s expression shifted to shock. "You-what?"
"And River as well," Draven added casually, as though dropping the world’s heaviest stone.
Kieran blinked, visibly struggling to process the information. "You an to tell that... not one, not two, but all three of you have found your mates?"
"Yes," they answered almost in unison.
And then, as if the ground beneath had dissolved, both Oscar and Draven’s arms reached out, wrapping around . They drew into their embrace, holding close, as they announced proudly...
"She’s our mate, brother."
My lips parted, my lungs straining for air, but nothing ca out.
To make it painfully clear, Oscar’s voice rang with conviction. "Eva is mated to River, Draven, and . All three of us."
The room spun.
And then Draven, with no hesitation, added the final blow.
"And there’s one more happy news... she’s pregnant with our child."
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