The first light of dawn slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy bedroom of the opulent mansion you loved in with your two husbands.

You could feel the gentle weight of Chase's arm draped over your waist, your head snug against his chest, and Ryder's soft breath against your neck, his arms around you. One of your hands instinctively moving to your growing belly, the temporary home of the pups inside you.

Chase was already awake and smiling down at you, "Morning, love," He said softly, his voice low and rough from just waking up.

Ryder pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, breath fanning over one of the claiming bites on your neck, "Finally awake, sweetheart? How'd you sleep?"