Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(52)
“I had my meeting with Diana and Randall Raft, and she gave me a few words of wisdom. I don’t know if this is going to last forever. I just know that I want to enjoy being happy with the four of you right now. Gossip be damned.” She could feel her chin set with determination, and as she looked around there was a myriad of emotions on the four masculine faces.
Parker’s satisfied smirk was tempered with the glint of pride, while Rogan and Sawyer looked relieved. Hudson looked smug, and she narrowed her gaze on him. “What is that look for, Mr. Brooks?”
“Oh nothing, honey. I was just planning the rest of our lives, that’s all.” He laughed when she pinched his bare thigh, and reached for her, tugging her down on top of him. “Okay, so I suppose we had better plan the wedding first, huh?”
“You better believe it, Mister! I want the dress, the flowers, the minister, and all four of my men in tuxes.”
Four matching groans sent her into a riot of giggles as they tried to convince her to forgo the tuxedoes. It was Rogan who sealed the deal when he took her chin in his hand and grabbed her attention.
“I will wear whatever you want, as long as you say “I do, forever.”
Her heart melted and she felt the love spill over until tears were slipping down her cheeks. “I love you, Rogan.”
“I love you, too, sexy.”
“Hey, I love you, too, baby!” Sawyer kissed her shoulder, while Hudson rubbed her feet.
“Well, I loved her first,” Parker argued with a slap on her naked ass. “And I intend on loving her again and again and again…”
That set off another round of lovemaking as the afternoon shifted to evening and the fence was forgotten for the day. Never before had Rachel felt so loved. Wrapped up in the middle of a tangle of legs and sweat covered masculine bodies, she knew there would never be a better place for her, and she sent up her thanks to whatever twist of fate brought five star crossed lovers together into this one place and time.
Epilogue
“Dude, I can’t do this.” Sawyer looked terrified, and Parker frowned at him.
“What do you mean you can’t do this? There is no backing out, man. It’s happening, one way or another.” Parker crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his younger brother.
“But, Parker, this just isn’t right. I think I need more time.” Sawyer glanced away guiltily and Parker had to clench his hands into fists to keep from punching him.
“Sawyer Brooks, if you don’t take your turn changing our daughter’s diaper, I will personally beat you until you scream for mercy.”
Sawyer looked a little green at the gills, but Parker refused to back down. He glanced down at the tiny bundle of pink laying on the changing table between the two of them and smiled. Juliet Diana Brooks was the picture of perfection with her mother’s heart shaped face, and her father’s dark eyes. A perfect eight pounds four ounces of sweet baby girl, and Parker was as in love with her as he was with her mother.
The last eight months had passed in a blur of wedding plans, moving Rachel in, purchasing the Raft place, and piles of baby supplies, all culminating in the birth of the beautiful Juliet. They hadn’t had a DNA test done, because they all decided they didn’t really care who her biological father was. She carried the Brooks name, and she would forever have four fathers who doted on her.
Now, if Parker could just get Sawyer to step it up in the diaper changing department.
“I mean it, Sawyer. You’ve been avoiding this for the last six weeks. You can’t spend the first two years of her life avoiding her because you don’t want to change her diaper.”
“I’m not avoiding her! I feed her and rock her, and snuggle her all the time.” Sawyer looked affronted, and Parker rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, but the moment it’s time for a diaper change you suddenly disappear. This one is all you buddy. Get to it.” Parker held up a diaper that was smaller than his own hand, and Sawyer reached for it. There was a slight tremble to his fingers as he took it, and Parker huffed.
“She doesn’t bite, Sawyer.”
“What if she pees on me?”
“Then you will just have to change her clothes. Come on, lil’ bro, we’ve all done this a hundred times already. You’re the only chicken left,” Rogan said, stepping into the room with a bottle in his hand. “Besides, Jules needs changed before she can have her lunch and take her nap. Her mommy just got home from the doctor with the all clear, but she isn’t letting anyone seduce her until she is assured that her precious princess is sleeping peacefully. So hurry the fu-ck up.”
That got a reaction. Sawyer took a deep breath and began to carefully remove the diaper from Juliet’s tiny body. By the time he had wrapped the tape around her tiny waist and re-buttoned her onesie, sweat had broken out on his brow.
Parker laughed as Sawyer scooped up his daughter and clutched her to his chest with a sigh of relief. “Okay, that wasn’t so bad.”
“Yeah, just wait until you do the next poopy one,” Rogan said with a laugh as he passed the bottle to a horrified Sawyer.
This was their new world. It consisted of babies, and diapers, and naps and a happiness that Parker Brooks never imagined he would find. He had the best wife in the world, even if she was more of a brat than a submissive.