“It is, honey,” Talon rasps.
“Will you marry us, Paisley?” Torment continues. “You mean more to us than anything and anybody, and we adore you, sweetheart. You’ve changed our lives for the better, stuck with us through thick and thin, and now, you’re carrying our child too. We love you Paisley, and will you do us the honor of becoming our wife?”
I begin to cry then but manage to nod through my sobs.
“Yes Torment, yes Talon. I’d love to become Mrs. Creighton.”
With that, my fiancés slip the ring on my finger, and we all gasp as it sparkles and shines under the overhead lights. After all, our relationship is anything but average. I’m in love with two men who are not only identical twins but also professional athletes and fierce competitors. I wasn’t supposed to get filthy with them; instead I was supposed to maintain my distance as a member of the paparazzi. But in the end, love trumps all and with a baby on the way, our lives will only be filled with happiness and contentment.
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THE END