"They will not. I'm raising them to have standards."
Lucan snorted. "God help us all."
Her hands rested over Damien's, where they cradled her belly, and Lucan's fingers intertwined with hers, a tangle of touch that said everything words couldn't.
She was going to see the library. She was going to find Victor and kiss him senseless for it.
But first- five more minutes in this bed, wrapped in the two men who looked at her like she'd hung every star the clouds were hiding.
"If either of you tells Victor I cried about the library," she said, her throat suspiciously tight, "I will name all four children after Tommy."
Lucan's horrified expression was worth every single chilli flake.
-- Later that morning —
