“Oh yes,” Yates chimed in from across the aisle, “Dahlia was talking all about having kids earlier.”
“Like soon?” Sterling asked, peeking his head over the seat.
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Stratton murmured.
I couldn’t fight the smile on my face. These men… What did I even do with them?
“No, not super soon,” I pointed out, making Lincoln scowl from where he was leaning over the back of the seat.
“Why?” Dermot asked, his eyes jumping with amusement.
I narrowed my eyes at him. See?! He enjoyed causing trouble.
“For one, we aren’t married, and call me old fashioned, but I would like for that to at least be a thing, somehow.” I waved my hand, trying to not overthink that, but fully falling off the edge of ‘future’ talk. “But also, we are literally eighteen, except for Dermot. We can’t.”
“Why not?” King asked, as if the word ‘cannot’ didn’t exist to him.
I opened my mouth, closed it, and arched a brow. “Are you actually saying you are ready to settle down and do the entire family thing?”
After all, planning to have a family was far different than accidentally getting pregnant…
“I mean, I think that’s exactly what we are doing,” Yates pointed out.
“Especially since King bought the house that Dermot is living in for that exact purpose,” Sterling added.
I looked at King, his glare at Sterling nearly making me laugh, then glanced around at all of them. “Seriously?”
“Which reminds me, the interior designer for renovations is coming Wednesday,” King said.
My eyes widened. “We still aren’t married.”
I was seriously trying to find a way to mentally stop the train I was going down, because if we were being honest…I was ready for all of that. I was having trouble accepting that I was ready for all that, but I was ready for it, especially with them. Of course, I wouldn’t mind waiting for kids for a little bit, but I wanted to live together, I wanted to get married, I wanted to start living my life with them. It was all I’d wanted for a very long time.
“But we will be soon,” Lincoln said.
I offered all of them a confused look, trying to ignore the bubbling joy in my chest. “Were you going to ask?” I demanded, trying to not laugh at the confusion on all of their faces. Stratton was smiling against my shoulder, and Dermot, the troublemaker, just offered me an amused look.
“I mean, yes, but you don’t really have an option, bunny,” Yates mused, continuing to scroll through his tablet. The twins both nodded as I looked to Stratton, who just shrugged, looking like he was loving this. King, though, was the funniest—he looked so determined, like I was somehow going to fight him on this.
I had no intention of doing so.
I nodded. “Okay, well, you still have to ask officially, and then maybe we can think about kids.”
I looked with interest at the papers they had on the table, silence filling the space.
“Thank fuck,” Lincoln exhaled.
“Did you just agree to marry us?” Stratton demanded softly as I looked around at their surprised faces.
“You said I didn’t have a choice.” I gave a coy smile and then shrugged. “Guess you will have to officially ask to find out.” I hopped up and went towards the back bedroom, my face flaming and needing a moment to myself.
I couldn’t help but laugh as they immediately broke into conversation behind the door. I let out a happy sound and melted into the bed, closing my eyes and realizing that it was completely possible that everything I wanted was right within reach.
My sleepy thoughts immediately turned to the time when I first realized, around freshman year, that I wanted to spend every moment, every holiday, with only one group of men, and it was my boys…
“Hey, Dahlia.”
My head snapped up from where I’d been scanning through my English notes before class. I had it on good authority—as in Lincoln hacking into the school computers last night—that we would be having a pop quiz today…which I was oddly thankful for because today was turning out to be a bit of a rough one, and I needed a distraction.