Luckily there’s an underground garage in our building. We got in without really being noticed. The dark windows of the SUV prevented people looking in and ensured we didn’t get photographed. I sit in the center of the bed looking down at my phone, which keeps going off every two seconds. I'm surprised the battery hasn’t given out already.

Wes and Dean are on the phone with their parents. Their phones keep blowing up with calls from them. They wanted to call them later, but I told them to call them now. They love their mom and dad and I didn’t want them worrying about them worrying. I wasn’t going anywhere. They could take a few minutes to call them.

My phone lights up again and my mother’s name flashes across the screen. “Are you going to answer that?” Wes asks, leaning up against the doorframe of the bedroom. Dean walks in and tosses himself onto the bed next to me, his weight making me bounce. He looks over at my phone.

“It’s your mom.”

“Hence why I’m not answering it.” I power it off and toss it onto the side table. On the edge of the table I glimpse the note they left. “Also, don’t leave a note when you leave. Wake me up.” I try to scold them, but they only smile at me.

“We wanted to get things taken care of before you woke up. Thought we’d make it back before then,” Dean admits.

“I was sure we wore you out good enough for that to happen,” Wes adds, pushing away from the door and joining us on the bed. “Still fucking pissed those camera guys got in your face.”

I reach for Wes and wrap myself around his back before he can stand up. He keeps wanting to go downstairs and give them a piece of his mind. Okay, maybe a piece of his fist. I stop him because it will only add fuel to the fire and give them what they want—another story to make my perfect men look bad. I won’t let that happen.

“Fuck ’em. Besides, after we all get married and have the Farmer last name, they’ll know this isn’t some fucking kinky shit that’s a game or something. They’ll know this is real. They also know that fucker deserved to be punched after how he talked about our girl. It will blow over then.”

Wes turns and pulls me into his lap so we are both facing Dean, who has his hand behind his head, his legs stretched out, looking like he’s talking about the weather and not us all getting married.

“You want me to have your last name?” Wes asks.

“You want to get married?” I follow up.

He looks over at us like we’re the crazy ones.

“Well, yeah.” He sits up. His eyes go to Wes. “You’re my brother, man. You’re just as much a part of this family as any of us. You’re a Farmer.” His eyes come to me next. “She’ll be one, too.”

I turn my head to look at Wes, whose eyes look like they’re watering.

“I know we can’t all really be married, but we’ll have the lawyers pull some paperwork up to make it so we’re all tied together. But I think legally Wes should be the one on the marriage license. Maybe he’ll get it through that thick skull how serious I am about him being a Farmer.”

With that, a tear leaks down my cheek. “You guys don’t think this is too fast?” I ask.

“Fuck no,” Dean snaps.

Wes’s mouth goes to my neck. “We’ve been waiting for you, little one. We’re not waiting anymore. We love you and we know you love us.”

“I do,” I admit. My back hits the bed and Wes pins one of my hands and Dean pins the other.

“Again. Say it again,” Dean demands.

“I love you. Both of you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too.” Dean's voice comes out rough. He glances over at Wes. “I love both of you. You’re my family. We’re a family.”

Wes swallows hard. “I love you both, too. More than I thought possible.” His words are almost choked.

“Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s make her little body shake and scream over and over until she wants to be our wife.”

“And have our babies,” Wes adds.

“Fuck, don’t say that shit out loud or I’ll cum too fast,” Dean moans. I feel myself get wet between my legs.

“She could already be pregnant with how many times we came in her last night.”

“Oh god,” I breathe as I glance between both of them, feral need on their faces.

They both pounce, making true their words.