“What’s that noise?” I try to sit up but don’t get anywhere. I’m wedged between two giants.

“They must be early,” Dean grumbles and Wes grunts.

“Who’s early?” I attempt to wiggle free but again get nowhere.

Dean’s hand tightens on my breast while Wes’s slides between my thighs. My wiggling stops as Dean’s other hand grabs my leg, he throws it over his and spreads my thighs wide for Wes.

“Guys?” I moan as Wes’s other hand covers my mouth.

“Shh. Don’t want anyone hearing those sweets moans. Those belong to us,” Dean whispers in my ear. “Let Wes get you off. We all know how grumpy you are when you don’t get your morning orgasm.” He pulls on my nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

I gasp into Wes’s hand. Our eyes lock on each other as he works his fingers against my clit. Dean kisses my neck, his fingers on my thigh digging in, his hold possessive as always.

The loud banging I was hearing fades away and all I can think about is their hands on me as they push me closer and closer to orgasm. I can’t believe I’m already about to cum. We spent all night in bed after our little fight.

Well, it isn’t much of a fight when the two men you’re bickering with cut you off by either kissing you, putting their cocks in your mouth or making you scream with pleasure. These two never play fair. They kept at it until I passed out and for the life of me I can’t remember what we were even fighting about.

Dean’s leg wraps around me as his hand moves from my thigh down the crack of my ass. I wiggle my ass against him. Wes’s fingers on my clit move fast as Dean comes in from behind, thrusting two fingers inside me.

I throw my head back, my orgasm pushing down on me. Dean keeps thrusting while Wes works my clit, sending me over the edge. They wring my orgasm out as I fall limp between them. My eyes close and their hands move to cup my stomach, making me smile.

“Go back to sleep, little one. It’s still early.”

I mumble, liking that idea. Until another loud bang jolts me awake again.

“You two. What’s going on?”

I wiggle again, fighting a little harder to get out.

“Amelia!” I freeze and my eyes fly open. Both Dean and Wes jerk up. “My mother!” I squeak.

I’ve been avoiding her for months. It looks like my time is up. Our one phone call after the media broke our story didn’t go so well. I hung up on her, which is something I’d never done in my life. I’m shocked it took her this long to show up at my door and demand my attention. No one ignores her.

“Let me go.” I try to free myself and I glance at both of them. “She’ll come back here and she is not going to see you guys naked!” I yell the last part, not liking the idea of anyone seeing them naked. Dean smiles.

“Only you see us naked.” Wes grabs my face and kisses me deep before finally letting me go. I scurry to get up, but not before Dean smacks my butt, making me jump and move faster.

I find my underwear and slide them on. Next, I grab a shirt off the floor and slip that on over my head. I turn to see Dean and Wes lying in bed, casual and relaxed. Well, except for their hard-ons that are begging for attention. My eyes go back and forth between them. I really want to crawl back into bed with my men and not go out there and face my mother.

“Amelia!” she yells again.

“Dressed!” I snap at them, making them both smile. I roll my eyes and stomp from the room. I stop when I see my mother talking to three men in construction outfits. They are all openly flirting with her. Men are drawn to my mother like a moth to a flame.

“Mother.”

She turns to look at me. The smile on her face drops away.

“Oh, it’s my daughter who hasn’t spoken to me in months!”

“You called twice and texted once, Mother. I don’t think you were dying to talk to me. In fact, I think you were pissed at me and avoiding me.”

Her jaws clenches. “I had no choice. I already had a trip to Paris planned for a few months. I wasn’t going to let this wild phase you’re having interrupt my life. Until this!” She holds up a magazine that’s three months old.

“Yeah, I got married,” I admit. “I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it was small and after the things you said on the phone I thought it was for the best.”

My mother purses her lips. I glance over to see Dean and Wes entering the living room.

“Out!” Wes barks at the construction men. “Come back tomorrow.”

“No fucking pants, little one,” Dean mutters next to me, sounding pissed. I glance over at him.

“I’ll get to you two in a minute.” I point over to the large hole in the wall, remembering what our fight was about last night. I try to glare at them, but I have to hold back a small smile at how over the top they can be sometimes.

My mother clears her throat. She clearly does not like not being the center of attention right now. We all look over at her. She’s done up like always. Her hair and makeup are perfect. She’s always traveled with a team of people to make sure she looks her best.

Her eyes roam over both Wes and Dean. My body stills as I wonder what they’re thinking of my mother. Everyone always thinks she’s breathtaking, but when I look at them they’re both looking at me with concern on their faces. My mother holds none of their attention.

“You didn't even call and tell me. This is how I found out,” my mother hisses as she waves the magazine.

“That magazine is three months old.” I shake my head. Us getting married is old news. The paparazzi are over that story now.

“I just saw it,” she throws back.

“Mother, if you were so worried about me you would have tried harder to reach out to me after I hung up on you. Not only that, our names have been all over everything. If you wanted to know what was happening with me you would have looked.”

“I couldn't bear to look! Two men, Amelia. Really? You know what that makes you look like, don’t you?”

I throw out my arms, grabbing both Wes and Dean, knowing they’d lose it at her words. They both still at my touch. My mom’s eyes dart back and forth between Wes and Dean, furious.

“I love you, but you have to come to terms with them. I’m married to them.”

“You know how this makes us look?”

“I don’t care how it makes me look. I’m happy that’s all that matters.”

“She should leave,” Wes growls, not even addressing my mother.

“You don’t need this stress,” Dean adds. He turns, his hand coming to my belly.

“No!” my mother gasps. “Do you even know which is the father?” she cries, her face turning red.

“Both of us,” Wes and Dean both snap, making me smile. Like it matters who the father is. We’re a family. Period. It doesn't matter.

“I think you should go,” I tell her. Her shoulders drop and I see a look cross her face I’ve never seen before. I push past Dean and Wes and go to my mother. “This is my life now. You have to get used to it.”

“Your father—”

“Don’t,” I cut her off. “I don’t want the life that’s in New York here, and if you want to be in my life you have to accept this. Dean and Wes are right. I won’t have you stressing me out right now.”

Her head drops forward, her hair failing into her face. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“You have that same look your father gets. This is final. You won’t be moved.”

“I love them. I love my life here.” I grab her hand. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too.” She tucks some hair behind my ear, surprising me with her affection. She masks it quickly. “I should go.” She kisses me on both cheeks before turning to leave. She stops at the door, turning to look at my men. “Take care of her.”

“Always,” the both say before my mother nods then turns and leaves.

I watch her exit the door and I stand there for a moment. I’ve come to terms with what my mother is. More so after spending a week with Wes and Dean’s family out at the farm. Their family sucked me in like I’d been a part of it from birth.

Their sisters were already like sisters to me and their mom was warm and sweet. It felt like for the first time I had a real mom. Not a mother. I don’t want my mother out of my life, I just know we won't ever be close. And I’m okay with that. I have more than I could have ever asked for.

I turn to glare at Dean and Wes, who have their arms crossed over their chests but their faces are filled with concern.

“You two want to talk about this?” I smile, pointing over to the giant hole in the wall and letting them know I’m not upset about my mother. It is what it is.

Wes shrugs. Dean smiles.

They have been on me about moving my stuff over from my apartment. I’d been meaning to get to it, but we have been on the move since we became an us. From getting married, to traveling for a few small team camps, to finding out I was pregnant and spending time out at their family’s farm, I just hadn’t got around to it.

A lot of my stuff is still in boxes, but I don’t see the rush. It’s my understanding it has a year lease, so what does it matter?

The fight came when they got home from a meeting with their agent to find me passed out in my old bed. Since finding out I was pregnant, I was prone to random nap attacks at any moment. I was over at my old place trying to find something that would fit my ever-growing belly and might have passed out on my bed.

They did not like finding me asleep in my old bed. So a small fight broke out. It didn’t last long because I was pinned to the bed beneath them. They wouldn’t let me get a word out, only moans until I passed out. When I woke up, it was to construction on both our places.

“You want to keep the place. Fine. You’re about to get one big fucking condo,” Dean says coming towards me with Wes following.

I plant my hand on my hips, about to open my mouth, and they’re both on me. I really don’t care about the condo or the construction. I was more just trying to tell them they were being silly yesterday.

“Let’s work the fight out of her again, Dean,” Wes says.

I fake a growl as they pin me to the bed before they start to trail open-mouthed kisses down my body, stopping and paying extra attention to my belly. I lie back enjoying their plan, thinking I can play just as dirty as they can.

I like the sound of that.