Chapter 144


    Valen POV


    “You need to take the batteries out. Why doesn’t she stop crying?” I whined, hearing baby C scream for


    the hundredth time since we got her home? That one was faulty, or she needed to be ced back on


    demo mode, I thought as I rolled over with my sandpaper eyes to retrieve her from her bass.1


    “Babies cry,” is all Everly offers as she shuffles up the bed and yawns. I peer at the clock.She wasn’t


    even asleep for forty-five minutes this time. It was 2:20 am! “You need to get that one checked.


    Something is wrong with her,” I tell Everly as I hand her over. Everly flops out a boob while the baby


    opens her mouth like a fish enjoying my funbags, and Everly won’t let me touch them either.


    I eye the baby with jealousy. 3 My balls were so blue, and I knew I was never gettingid again at this


    rate, and here Everly was flopping those big juicy titties out in front of me every two seconds.Does she


    not know how full my balls are? They need emptying. Everly eyes go to me for a second, I wonder if she


    knows what I am thinking. Iy back down and just shut my eyes when another started screaming. Oh,


    how I took sleep for granted! It had been our first night at home, and I was already exhausted.


    No way I could survive this for? Wait, how many years do babies cry for? I groan, and Everly snickers,


    and I swear if she says one more time, you’ll get the hang of it, I will… I will… I will do absolutely nothing


    because I can’t! “Go to sleep, please! I need sleep,” I whine, pulling the pillow over my head.


    Everly nudges me with her knee, and I sigh, rolling back out of bed to retrieve baby A this time. I hand


    her over, and Everly tries to get her totch. I watch my funbags dete as the baby gulps down the


    goodness. “You may need to make a bottle. My supply isn’t very good,” Everly tells me and I nod while


    walking toward the door.


    “Can you make me a cup of tea too, please?” I yawn, going to the kitchen. I squint at the form can,


    checking the scoops and mls before fixing a bottle just as I am about to walk out of the kitchen. Baby B


    wakes with a loud scream, then I remember I still hadn’t made the tea. Torn, I look between the kettle


    DWUDK=IN the hallway when Everly calls out.


    “She is fine. It won’t hurt her to cry for a minute or so,” she sings out. I was halfway through making the


    tea when the crying stopped. A sigh of relief leaves me. This is my life now, it will be filled with diapers


    and bottle changes, and the smell of dirty diapers in the air was getting on my nerves.


    It was torture, blissful torture, but still, torture. Walking back into the room, Baby B had fallen back asleep


    in the bass, Baby A and C had fallen asleep in her arms, and Everly had her head back resting on


    the headboard, also asleep.


    “Looks like I made myself tea,” I whisper, walking into the room. I ce the mug down, propping more


    pillows under her arms, so they don’t slip out. Everly had be a baby pacifier, and I wasn’t waking


    them.


    Laying down, I closed my eyes, but paranoia had me opening them every two seconds and flicking the


    lamp on, paranoid one would slip out of her arms. Giving up, I drink the tea, watching them sleep and


    sticking my finger under Baby B’s nose every two seconds to check she is still breathing.


    Again I tried to sleep, yet that nagging voice in my head had me flicking themp on, and I decided to try


    detach them from her. I utch one, only for Everly’s eyes to fly open. “Did you make my tea?” she asks,


    ncing around before spotting the empty mug.


    * * * * * * *


    Midday. Marcus was on his way toe to get me. I finally figured out thest name to go with the


    middle name I chose.


    I just hoped Everly liked the names I picked. Each one had a link to someone special to us, or more


    importantly, each name was inspired by the strongest women I have ever met or wished I could meet.


    When he texts to tell me he is here, I climb off the couch, passing Baby C to her and kissing her and


    Everly’s head.


    “Everyone should be here soon for the baby’s name reveal. I am hoping to get back before they get


    here,” I tell her, and she nods. Everything seemed toe so naturally to Everly, and despite the chaos,


    our lives have been ofte. She held it together well. We had so much to do and to get ready.


    The Hotel was opening up soon. Everly had the council meeting next week, and she was officially


    changing thews on the rogues.


    Court cases and investigations were still ongoing, and I spent half the morning on the phone or checking


    emails. Until Nixon was caught, I didn’t want to be away unless necessary, so John came over early this


    morning to sit with her.


    Everly and I discussed briefly this morning the need for a bigger ce, so dad was getting the


    packhouse ready.


    Everly wanted extra room so our fathers and Ava could remain with us to help with the kids, and I wasn’t


    saying no to any help.


    One night had taught me this was going to be exhausting. Walking to the elevator, I press the button


    leaning against the wall and shutting my eyes.


    I was on the nod when the doors opened up to the underground garage. Marcus was leaning against the


    hood, waiting for me. He wasn’t happy about not being able to kill the other one responsible for hurting


    Zoe, yet he understood it was her choice. I don’t know if I would have made the same decision as her.


    I would have wanted revenge, but it showed what sort of person she was.


    Despite hurting herself, she didn’t want to hurt another or kill Amber, though death I believed was too


    kind even for that girl.! “You look like shit,” Marcusments as I open the car door and slide into the


    passenger seat. He moves to the driver’s side and hops in.


    “Thanks for taking me. I didn’t trust myself to drive.” I yawn while covering my mouth.


    He nods, starting the car and driving toward Dion’s jeweler’s. “Derrick had rke removed from the city,


    and the other scumbag. Deacon is also under investigation for corruption within the council,” Marcus tells


    me. 1 “Good.


    I spoke with Alpha Daxon earlier. He doesn’t want Nixon’snd. So we decided to leave it as neutral


    territory,” I told him. “More housing for the rogues then,” Marcus says while navigating around a


    roundabout. “How is Zoe?” I ask him.


    “She says she is okay,” Marcus says with a sigh. “Nightmares?” I ask. “No, guilt. She feels bad for Macey


    having to kill Carter. Even though Macey told her it wasn’t just because of her, I think Zoe knows it was.”


    Marcus tells me.


    “Macey loves Tatum, and they are good together,” I tell him, but yeah, I could not imagine being in her


    shoes and killing my mate, that would be torture. “Think it is just knowing Macey did it for her. Anyway,


    hopefully, today will take her mind off it. I have to pick them up after I drop you back,” Marcus tells me.


    We pull up along the road and climb out. I was excited to see the bracelets engraved and nervous about


    the names. Marcus knew two of the names and even tried to help me pick a name suited to the middle


    name I was stumped on. It wasn’t usually a middle name, and nothing seemed to go with it until I found


    something perfect. The bell rings as we step inside, and Dion looks up.


    “Just waiting on thatst name.


    The other two are done,” he tells me, getting to his feet and pushing his sses up his nose. “Summer,” I


    tell him, and he nods, walking out the back to do thest engraving. “Summer?” Marcus asks. “Everly’s


    mother’s maiden name.


    It’s also the name she used to go by before I found her. It seemed fitting to go with the other,” I tell him,


    and Marcus smiles. “I can’t wait to see her face when she hears them,” Marcus chokes up. He knew the


    meaning behind each name.


    All names from women I found inspiring, and each held a special meaning to not only me, but I knew


    they would hold dear to Everly too.


    Dion takes about twenty minutes before he returns, using the polishing cloth on thest one, he sets


    them in a little box and bags them for me after I check them. Satisfied, we left and headed back home,


    yet the trip was taking way too damn long.


    I was excited to show Everly, but these damn roundabouts.


    Seriously, why do they have so many roundabouts along this straight? Someone needs toin to


    the council,” I growl.


    Marcus raises an eyebrow at me. “You designed this road to stop the hooning. You are the damn council.


    Comin to yourself.” Marcusughs, and I roll my eyes.


    ******


    EVERLY POV


    I anxiously waited for Valen to return while going over bridal magazines with Ava. Dad was making me


    coffee while I sat and pondered what names he chose. Vrian sat on the floor, watching his sisters


    squirm in their swings.


    Every noise they made had him jumping to give them their dummies or hushing them. All morning he had


    been passing diapers and following me around, wanting to help, wanting to cuddle and touch them. They


    were his prized possessions until the diaper changes. Then he was nowhere to be seen.


    1 Dad had just set my coffee down on the coffee table when the door opened and Valen walked in. I


    eagerly looked over the back of the couch toward the entry. “Evie,” Valen says, leaning over the couch.


    He pecks my lips, looking down at the magazine sitting open in myp.


    “Finally going to start nning?” he asks and I nod. “Show me,” I tell him, reaching for the bag in his


    hands. He shakes his head, “Grab the girls and bring them into the room first, then you can see.”


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    He tells me, and I pout before hauling my ass off the couch and over to the baby swings. I grab baby A,


    and Ava passes me Baby B while Valen grabs Baby C. I was d to be rid of the baby alphabet and


    couldn’t care less what he named them at this point, as long as they had names.


    Real names. I follow Valen into the room, and he ces the baby on the bed, and I ce the other two


    beside her, peering over his shoulder as he rummages through the jewelry bag, “Away, you will see in a


    minute,” he says, shooing me. I growl at him and sit near the bedhead, watching as he sps each one


    in ce. When he was done, he nced at me nervously.


    “Come on, they can’t be that bad. Now let me look,” I whine at him. Valen moves aside and motions to


    them. I hop up, going over to examine the gold bracelets on their wrists. My lip quivers as I pick up the


    first one’s little wrist. I blink back tears, moving to the next. And thest one damn near broke me. “You


    like them?” Valen asks nervously, and I peer up at him. “Love them,” I whisper, and he smiles, stepping


    closer and wrapping his arms around me. I squeeze him tight, resting my head against his chest. “


    Their names are perfect,” I tell him, looking up at him, and he kisses my nose. Hearing the door


    momentster, I smile, hearing voices echoing throughout the ce as Macey, Tatum, and Taylor arrive,


    along with Zoe, Marcus, Casey, and Kalen. Scooping the girls up, Valen took two while I grabbed Baby


    C. “I think her name is fitting. She is definitely a troublemaker with all her crying,” Valenments as he


    walks out to greet everyone. They all chatted excitedly while dad made himself handy in the kitchen.


    “Dad!” I call to him, and he looks over at me.


    “Come sit,” I tell him. He stops what he is doing. He goes to sit with Kalen on the ottoman. “No, next to


    Macey,” I tell him. Valen moves across to where Zoey is sitting with Marcus and hands her one baby.


    “Can I look?” she asks all excitedly, pping her hands before taking her from Valen.


    “You can look,” Valen tells her. Zoe does and she falls quiet for a second and nods, choking a little before


    looking up with tears in her eyes. “Well, what’s it say?” Macey asks impatiently while trying to peer over


    my father’s shoulder.


    “Summer Zoey Sce,” Zoey chokes as I hand the next baby to Kalen. He smiles as he looks at her


    bracelet. “Now, I said I wouldn’t name her after you, but I added a spin on it,” Valen whispers to me.


    “Everlyn Vrie Sce,” Kalen states before leaning down and kissing the top of her little head. Valen


    turned to my father before passing her over while dad shook his head, tears streaming down his face.


    He already knew before even looking. “Your mate sacrificed herself for her grandchildren, and none of


    them would exist if she didn’t,” Valen tells him. Macey peers down at the bracelet, softly brushing her


    thumb over the back of bubs hand.


    “Five remarkable women and I couldn’t think of any better way to honor them,” Valen tells them. “Well?”


    Zoe asks, and Macey sniffles. “ire Macey Sce,” she stammers, and Tatum grips her shoulders.


    “Our vige,” I tell them. “Our family,” Valen adds.