"We've decided it's time," Jade said, her voice lowering with emotion.
She too walked towards Ross in the middle of the living room.
"We've watched you be a leader, a protector, a provider. But more than anything… we've watched you be a father. A wonderful one. Alistair is ten now. The others adore you. You never play favorites. You give them all your love—and us, too."
Mary stood stepped closer, placing a hand over Ross's chest, right where his heart beat strong. "We're ready, Ross. We want another child. Each of us."
Ross's hands stilled. He looked around at them, eyes searching their faces.
There was no hesitation in their expressions. Just desire… and something deeper.
Devotion. Trust.
April tilted her head, her voice suddenly low and breathy. "We want you to make us mothers. Tonight. No barriers. No delays. Just you… and us. The way it was meant to be."
