After their intimate proposal, the night felt different, more alive with possibility. The weight of everything they had been through, all the struggles and the heartache, seemed to fall away in that moment. All that remained was the love they had for each other-a love that had weathered storms and now, after everything, was stronger than ever.
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The house was quiet when they returned, save for the soft sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside. Zion was asleep, tucked safely in his bed, and Amara was in her crib, peacefully cooing in her sleep.
Marcus and Liam exchanged a glance before quietly following Nia down the hallway.
"You okay?" Liam asked softly, his voice filled with tenderness.
Nia turned, her eyes soft in the low light. She smiled, but it was a smile full of emotion, full of everything she had been holding back. "Mi okay," she whispered, taking a step closer to him. "Better than okay."
Marcus reached for her hand, pulling her gently toward him. "We got yuh, Nia. More than yuh know."
Nia felt a warmth spread through her chest as she stood between them, the two men she had come to love more than anything in this world. Her heart, which had once been so guarded, now felt open, free, and full of trust.
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Without a word, Marcus lowered his head to hers, kissing her gently. It was a soft, slow kiss, one that spoke of everything they had been through together, of the love that had blossomed between them despite the odds. Nia melted into it, her body responding to the touch, the tenderness of his lips against hers.
Liam was right behind her, his hands finding their way to her shoulders, massaging gently, a quiet offer of comfort. He, too, kissed her-this time, a deeper kiss, one that sent shivers through her. As they pulled back, she could see the hunger in their eyes, but there was no rush. Everything was happening at its own pace, natural and right.
"Mi love both a yuh," Nia said, her voice breathless, filled with emotion.
Marcus smiled, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "We love yuh, Nia. More than words can ever say."
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They moved slowly, savoring the moment. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them in their bubble of warmth and affection. They didn't need to speak, because they had already said everything in the way they touched, the way they held each other.
Nia let herself be wrapped in their arms, feeling safe and desired, cherished. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn't just a mother or a survivor-she was a woman, fully loved and seen.
The three of them moved together in a dance that felt as old as time, yet completely new. It wasn't about passion alone-it was about connection. About two men who had come into her life and shown her what real love, real partnership, could look like. And about Nia, who had finally opened her heart to let them in.
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Hours passed, and when they finally lay together, the night quiet and peaceful, Nia felt more content than she had ever felt before. The world outside was still full of challenges, but in that moment, all she needed was right there beside her.
Liam brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, his voice low and tender. "We got this, Nia. Together."
Marcus, who had been holding her close, nodded. "Always. We face everything together."
And as Nia lay between them, feeling the rhythm of their breathing, she knew this was where she was meant to be. With them.
In the comfort of their arms, she could finally breathe easy. Together, they would face whatever came next-stronger than ever, bound by a love that nothing could break.
