Chapter 54: Surnames,Strategy and Sweet Chaos
Selene
I wake to the scent of strong coffee, warm croissants, and… cinnamon?
Someone is bribing me.
I crack one eye open to find John standing beside the bed with a tray that looks like it came from a Parisian café, complete with a single blush-pink rose in a bud vase.
“You cooked?” I ask, voice still rough from sleep.
John shrugs, setting the tray over my lap. “Adrian ordered. I plated. Team effort.”
“Technically,” Adrian calls from the bathroom, “I supervised the DoorDash driver and located your favorite mug. You’re welcome.”
I giggle, but it fades quickly as my hand slides down to my belly.
Still small.
Still surreal.
Still growing life.
John sits beside me, coffee in hand. “I was thinking,” he says, unusually hesitant.
Uh-oh.
Adrian reappears, towel slung low on his hips, his expression instantly alert. “About what?”
“The twins’ surname,” John says. “What if we used Selene’s?”
Adrian’s brow arches. “As in… not yours? Not mine?”
John nods. “They’re hers. We’re lucky to be part of the ride. Plus, it unifies them no matter what biology says.”
My heart stumbles. “You… want that?”
“I do,” John says softly. “Unless you don’t.”
Adrian tilts his head, thoughtful. “Honestly? I’m not opposed. Gives them a clean slate. No baggage. And your name’s sexy as hell, Selene.”
I stare at them both, stunned. “You two are insane.”
John smirks. “You say that like it’s news.”
Adrian grins. “It’s hot when you get flustered.”
I shake my head, blinking fast. “You’d really do that for me?”
John leans in, brushing my lips. “We’d do anything for you.”
Adrian kisses the top of my head. “Now shut up and eat. Pregnant women can’t run revolutions on an empty stomach.”
Later – Office Strategy Meeting, Round Two
Jonathan clicks the door shut behind him and sighs like a man bracing for battle. “Okay, power trio. We’ve got new intel.”
“Hit us,” I say, setting aside the croissant John forced on me.
“Bianca’s ex-assistant reached out. She’s scared. She says Bianca’s been spiraling—drugs, delusions, paranoia. She’s got proof the hotel setup wasn’t her first.”
Adrian’s jaw tightens. “She’s done this before?”
Jonathan nods grimly. “Other men. Other careers. She’s just never aimed this high before.”
“She’s aiming at the wrong bitch,” I mutter.
John leans forward. “We still moving on the leak?”
“Already scheduled,” Jonathan says. “Tomorrow morning, 7 a.m. We drop just enough to make Bianca sweat and enough to make it clear we’re not playing nice.”
Adrian cracks his knuckles. “And if she retaliates?”
“We’re prepped,” Jonathan says. “The team’s airtight. The lawyers have drafts ready. We’ve frozen all her accounts tied to our companies. She’ll be broke by Wednesday.”
I feel a twinge of guilt. But only for a second.
She didn’t just come for me.
She came for my family.
My future.
She doesn’t get mercy.
Only consequences.
That Night – Back Home
The second the front door shuts behind us, Adrian picks me up like I weigh nothing and carries me straight to bed.
“I’m fine,” I protest, even as I curl into his chest.
“You’re incubating heirs,” he growls. “Sit down and be worshipped.”
John drops his bag and flops onto the bed beside us, groaning. “I need three things: a shower, a blowjob, and twelve hours of sleep. Not necessarily in that order.”
I raise a brow. “Shower first. Blowjob if you make it through without passing out.”
Adrian grins. “And sleep? Optional.”
We end up doing all three, in chaotic, steamy order, with me laughing until I cry, and both men so wrapped around me I feel like I might disappear into them.
And maybe I already have.
Because this?
This isn’t just sex.
It’s surrender.
It’s owning and belonging.
It’s building a life with two men who would burn down the world for me—and let me light the match. And it’s not just sex between my men , they seem to have bonded with each other and are constantly laughing and joking with each other … even in public . And when we are alone I watch them show affection between themselves openly . And it warms my heart.
After Midnight – Whispered Plans
We lie tangled in the aftermath, warm skin against warm skin, when John whispers, “What about a hyphen?”
I blink. “What?”
“For the twins. Your name. With mine and Adrian’s. Or… just yours first. It’s symbolic.”
Adrian murmurs, “I’d wear it like a badge.”
I smile into the dark. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
John kisses my temple. “Damn right we will.”
Adrian’s voice is rough. “There’s no going back, Selene.”
I nod.
There’s only forward.
And forward… looks divine. We are falling into a rhythm that feels fulfilling . Spending everyday day together has been amazing . I'm totally smitten with my men and my pregnancy.