Chapter 94 Built from Chaos, Held by Love
POV Scarlett:
Three years later
“Mommy, look what I found.” Aria comes running toward me, holding out the blue shell in her hand.
“It’s beautiful, my love,” I say, stroking her hair as I take the lovely shell she found to look at it more closely.
Ever since we decided not to tell Aria the truth three years ago, my daughter has automatically seen me as a maternal figure in her life. Aria was too little for us to explain the accident and the reason I wasn’t by her side fulfilling the role of mother. When Aria turned two, at her birthday party, right before we cut the cake, she called me mommy. Since then, my daughter doesn’t even remember the time I wasn’t with her, so we didn’t think it was necessary to tell her something that, in a way, wouldn’t make any difference at all. The same happened with Damian—he stopped correcting our daughter, letting her call him daddy. With the years that have passed, it’s as if that time never existed in our lives.
“Mommy, Daddy Noah let Mike eat sand.”
“Your dad did what?” I ask, looking around for my degenerate husband.
“Mike was helping me with the sandcastle. He filled his hand with sand and put it in his mouth. Daddy Liam ran to wash him, but Daddy Noah said, ‘Let the boy be happy.’”
I’m going to kill Noah. He knows how filthy sand is.
“It’s okay, later Mommy will have a little talk with your dads.” I kiss her cheek, handing her shell back. “Help Mommy?”
I ask, trying to stand up. I feel like I could explode at any moment.
“I can’t, it’s too heavy, Mommy.”
“Thank you, my daughter, for your concern,” I say, looking around for one of my husbands to help me.
When I accepted their marriage proposal two years ago, I asked that the four of them sign—or pretend to sign—the document, so that I wouldn’t know which one of them I had actually married. Unfortunately, our polygamous marriage isn’t legally recognized, so the solution they found for me to have Blackwell as my last name was for me to marry one of them. I don’t know which of them is officially my husband, and I don’t want to know. They promised they would never tell me.
“Look, Daddy Damian,” my daughter says.
I look to where she’s pointing and see Damian talking to a blonde woman. I notice her smiling at him while the asshole I married smiles back.
I stand up quickly, fueled by the desire to kill him. Not even my enormous, heavy seven-month belly from a twin pregnancy could compete with my rage. Holding my daughter’s hand, I head toward where that hot asshole is. With every step closer, the laughter between the two of them grows louder. As soon as I stop beside Damian, his smile vanishes, while the blonde keeps smiling.
“Am I interrupting?” I ask calmly.
“No, my love.” Damian wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his body. “This is Max. She works as a babysitter for couples who want some time alone. I thought that later she could take care of Aria and Mike while we take you to the luau you’ve been talking about ever since we arrived.” Damian leans in and whispers in my ear. “And we can fuck you the way you’ve been asking for since we got here.”
A shiver runs through my body.
“How many babysitters does the hotel provide?” I ask Max, sounding casual.
“Many. Mr. Blackwell looked at the files and chose me. I’m very happy with his choice. I’m at your disposal to satisfy you in the best way possible.”
I don’t know if it was her tone, the way the sentence sounded to my ears, or the blatant look that Max gave my husband’s body, but I simply decided that I no longer wanted to go to the fucking luau.
“I’m sorry, but we won’t be needing your services,” I say at last.
“Love—”
I raise my hand, stopping whatever Damian was about to say.
“I appreciate it, but tonight I intend to spend the evening with my children. You can go. If we change our minds, I’ll get in touch,” I say, dismissing the hot babysitter with the perfect body without a shred of guilt.
Max gives Damian one last look before walking away. The asshole’s eyes turn to me, but my expression makes him back off. In the distance, my husbands are tossing our son from one to the other like a ball. Mike’s laughter draws attention wherever it goes, and a proud smile spreads across my lips. This is my family. These are the people I love most in life.
I turn my gaze back to Damian, who smiles as he watches the same scene I am. He picks up our daughter, placing her on his shoulders, making Aria’s laughter mix with Mike’s. My children are my greatest blessings. I can’t imagine my life without Aria, Mike, or the twins I’m expecting. Aria, almost four years old, is a princess, while Mike, nearly two, is a prince.
Damian walks toward his brothers. Nostalgia warms my heart as I remember everything my husbands have done, all the love they have for me and for our children. And to think that everything that happened to bring me here started because of a single word, because of a damn parking space.
I stroke my belly with a smile on my lips, remembering the day the most incredible man entered my life, giving me everything I had only ever dreamed of. Damian sets our daughter down, and she runs into Ethan’s arms. Then he looks back, and something he sees on my face makes a smug smile curl at the corner of his lips.
“Aren’t you coming, cheeky?” Smiling, I give the only answer I could.
“Yes, asshole.”