Chapter 49: Foundations
Adrian
John looks at me. “She’s going to need space. For her. For the babies. For… us.”
I nod. “We get a place. Together. One with at least four bedrooms. Maybe five.”
“Five?” Selene asks.
“In case you want a yoga room,” I say with a grin. “Or a dungeon.”
John snorts. “Don’t encourage him.”
Selene blinks between us. “You two are serious?”
John leans down and kisses her forehead. “Dead serious.”
I brush my fingers through her hair. “You deserve the kind of home that matches our chaos.”
She’s quiet for a moment. Then her lips curve. “Well, I guess Ive always wanted a bigger closet.”
John
We leave her napping peacefully, curled on the couch with her hand resting over her stomach.
As the elevator doors close behind us, I look at Adrian.
“You ready to share a mortgage?”
He smirks. “If you’re ready to argue over kitchen tile.”
We head out, side-by-side. Two men who might both be fathers to the same twins. Two men who are slowly realizing they’re not rivals anymore—they’re partners in this crazy , twisted, beautiful life emerging from our love triangle.
John
We walk into the fourth house and I already know—we’ve found it.
A sprawling estate just outside Boulder. Eight bedrooms. Four upstairs, four on the ground floor. The architecture is modern but earthy, all clean lines and wood beams with enormous windows framing the Rockies like a painting. There’s a private driveway, a four-car garage, and a backyard big enough to host an army of toddlers or very expensive wine tastings—whichever comes first.
Adrian whistles low. “This… this is the one.”
I nod. “It feels like her.”
The realtor walks us through the specs, rattling off features like heated floors and smart home systems, but she nearly swallows her tongue when we both pull out checkbooks and start writing.
“Gentlemen, you… don’t need to make an offer today,” she stammers.
“We’re not,” Adrian says, scribbling with a smirk. “We’re buying it.”
“And the deed goes into Selene Montgomery’s name,” I add.
She looks between us like we’ve grown two heads each.
“You’re both buying this house… for her?”
We nod.
Adrian grins. “She’s carrying our twins. We figure the least we can do is give her a kingdom.”
Adrian
By noon, we’re on the phone with a contractor.
“We want the master bedroom to take up the entire back wing upstairs,” John says. “Knock down the two adjacent rooms and combine them.”
“And we’ll need a custom bed,” I add. “Something massive. Seven feet wide, solid oak frame. Make it feel like a goddamn sanctuary.”
I glance at the basement plans.
“I want a den down here. But dark. Sexy. Think cigar lounge meets Batcave—low lighting, leather walls, hidden minibar. We’ll call it… the cave.”
John raises an eyebrow. “You already have the name picked out?”
“Been dreaming about this for weeks.”
We laugh, but we both know this is real. Not a fantasy. Not a power play. We’re building a home for her—and them.
Then we tour the nursery spaces. Two rooms side by side. Big windows. Soft lighting. One painted in soft sage, the other a dusty blue-gray.
“She’ll want to design it,” John says. “We’ll leave the fun stuff to her.”
John
Next stop: the bank.
We sit across from a stunned private banker who tries to mask her disbelief as we set up the structure.
“One account under Selene Montgomery’s name,” I say. “Personal spending. Fully accessible.”
Adrian leans forward. “And a trust. For the twins. We each deposit ten million today.”
The woman nods slowly, fingers flying over her keyboard. “I assume you’ll want legal documentation sent for review?”
“Nope,” I reply. “Just notarize and confirm she has full access.”
“Are you sure?”
Adrian shrugs. “We’re all in.”
Later That Evening – Selene’s Apartment
Selene
I’m curled up with a heating pad under my blanket when I hear the door open. Both of them step inside with bags of takeout, flowers, and twin looks of proud mischief.
“What did you do?” I ask suspiciously.
They don’t answer at first. Instead, John pulls out the food and Adrian pours wine for them and a non alcoholic sparkling grape juice for me.
“Okay, sit down,” Adrian says. “We have a story.”
I raise an eyebrow and oblige.
John smiles. “We bought a house.”
My jaw drops. “Excuse me?”
“A big one,” Adrian adds. “In Boulder. Eight bedrooms. And it’s yours and in Your name.”
I blink. “What?”
“We each wrote a check. The deed’s in your name.”
I’m speechless.
“There’s more,” John continues. “Master suite under renovation. Massive custom made bed and bedding, so we can all sleep together . Basement cave. Nurseries prepped. And…”
He slides an envelope across the table.
“Bank account. In your name. Ten million from each of us. And a trust for the twins.”
I stare at them both. My throat tight. My heart full.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I whisper.
Adrian leans in. “Just say you’ll let us build a future with you.”
I nod, tearing up.
Because no one’s ever made me feel this safe, this loved, this chosen.
And now?
Now I have two men who have decided to take this crazy journey with me . And what blows me away is just how well the two of them are getting along , all the past postering and pissing contests long forgotten.
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