They all got out of the shower, the warm, humid air of the bathroom enveloping them. Jamie grabbed a thick, soft towel, wrapping it around Katy, while Jayden fetched a clean, soft, oversized T-shirt from a nearby cupboard—likely one of their own. Between them, they helped Katy into the shirt, navigating her still-sore body with practiced ease. Her earlier modesty was gone, replaced by a strange, shared intimacy.
They led her back to the bedroom, the clean sheets and soft pillows a welcome sight. Once she was settled comfortably back in the bed, propped up with pillows, Jayden and Jamie lay down on either side of her, just as before.
The rest of the day simply flowed. There were no more dramatic revelations, no more terrifying transformations. Instead, they just talked the rest of the day away. Katy, feeling calmer and safer than she had in days, asked a multitude of questions, some hesitant, some surprisingly blunt, about their world. They spoke of the history of their pack, the responsibilities of being an Alpha, the intricacies of the mate bond, and what life might look like for them, for their baby. They discussed the human world, their shared past, and the future that was now undeniably intertwined. There were moments of quiet, of comfortable silence, where only the soft rhythm of their breathing filled the room.
As dusk deepened into night, the conversation tapered off, replaced by a shared sense of peace. Katy, utterly drained but no longer consumed by fear, found herself drifting. Jamie and Jayden lay close, their warmth a constant, reassuring presence. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Katy finally fell into a deep sleep, feeling truly safe and comforted with each other, their bodies aligned, their hearts, through the mate bond, beating as one.
Katy's eyelids fluttered open, not to the gentle hum of the house, but to the jarring blare of her work alarm at 7 AM. Her heart seized for a moment. Work. Her job. It all seemed so impossibly far away, a relic from a life that no longer existed. She quickly deleted the alarm, the harsh sound silencing, a quiet acknowledgment that she wouldn't be needing it anytime soon.
Beside her, Jamie and Jayden stirred, their golden eyes blinking open. A soft smile touched Jamie's lips as he looked at her. "Good morning, princess," he murmured, his voice husky
with sleep. Jayden, on her other side, echoed the sentiment, his own gaze warm. "Good morning, love."
Today was the day. Katy had spent a part of the night, even in her exhausted state, planning. She knew her dad would freak out, but she couldn't hide this forever. She'd pondered who was actually the biological father of her baby, but the truth was, she'd never know. And in her heart, they were both the fathers.
The twins agreed without hesitation. They helped her get ready, carefully supporting her as she navigated getting dressed, and then gently escorted her to the car. As Jayden pulled up to her house, turning off the engine, Katy's stomach was in knots. The familiar sight of her childhood home suddenly felt daunting.
"Are you okay, baby?" Jayden asked, his voice low with concern, sensing her anxiety.
"No," Katy admitted, pressing her hand to her churning stomach. "This is an odd situation, and I know he'll freak." She took a deep breath. "Well, let's get it over with."
They all got out of the car. The moment Katy stepped through the front door, her dad came running from the living room, his face etched with worry, then confusion. "Katy! I'm so glad you're home!" he exclaimed, sweeping her into a gentle, careful hug. He pulled back, his eyes landing on the two tall, handsome men standing just behind her. "And you brought two males?" he asked, his tone instantly suspicious and unimpressed.
Katy sighed. "Dad, I need to talk to you," she said, bracing herself.
Dave swallowed hard, his eyes darting between her and the twins. "Okay," he gulped.
They all moved to the living room, a heavy silence accompanying them. Katy sat down on the sofa, deliberately positioning herself in between Jamie and Jayden, a silent declaration that made Dave's jaw clench. He looked at them, his eyes narrowed, an almost primal urge to toss them out the door warring with his paternal concern for Katy. His annoyance only intensified as he took in their undeniable good looks and the unsettling fact that they were twins.
"Dad," Katy began, taking a shaky breath, "this is Jamie, and this is Jayden."
Dave nodded a curt hello, his gaze wary.
"They are... the fathers of the baby."
Dave froze, his mouth falling open. His eyes, wide and disbelieving, fixed on Katy. The silence in the room stretched, thick and suffocating.
"Dad?" Katy asked softly, sensing his shock. "Are you okay?"
"Katy, did you just say Fathers? Not father, but Fathers?" Dave's voice was a strained whisper, as if he couldn't quite process the words.
"Yes, Dad. They are both my boyfriends," she confirmed, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Wow, Katy... just wow," he finally managed, his voice hollow. He slowly got up, his gaze still fixed on them, before turning and walking stiffly to the kitchen.
Katy slowly got up and followed him, her heart sinking. She found him standing at the counter, holding onto it as if for support, staring blankly out the window. She whispered, "Dad...?"
He turned around, his eyes tired and full of a deep, unsettled confusion. "Katy, this is not normal," he said, his voice quiet but firm, stating the obvious truth that hung heavy in the air between them.
Katy stepped closer, her own heart aching for him. "Dad," she whispered again, "it's hard to explain." It really was. How could she tell him the wolf part? How could any of this make sense to him?
Dave ran a hand over his face, a raw vulnerability in his eyes. "Katy, this is all too much... on top of what just happened." He gestured vaguely towards her, towards the hospital ordeal, the near-death experience that he barely understood himself. His voice broke slightly. "My daughter almost died just a few days ago, and now... now this?"
He shook his head, looking out the window again. "I'm sorry, Katy, but you can't live under my roof in this situation. I don't agree with it, and I won't." His voice was firm, final, a clear boundary drawn.
"But Dad, please...." Katy pleaded, her voice cracking.
"No, Katy," he interrupted, his voice strained but unwavering. "Get your stuff and leave."
Katy's world tilted. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she slowly turned and walked back into the living room, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Jamie and Jayden, who had heard every painful word, rose from the sofa, their golden eyes filled with an unbearable ache for her. Without a word, they followed her upstairs.
They moved with a quiet efficiency, helping her pack a small bag, gathering essentials while Katy simply watched, numb with grief. They loaded what they could into the car, their movements gentle and supportive. Before Katy got into the passenger seat, she looked back at her dad, who stood rigidly in the doorway. She gave him one last pleading look, tears streaming down her face, a desperate plea for understanding. But he simply turned and shut the door, the sound echoing the finality of his decision.
The drive back to the twins' house was steeped in an unbearable silence. Even Katy's sobs were silent, choked back, leaving her chest heaving with suppressed emotion. Jayden, driving, reached over with his free hand and entwined his fingers with hers, a silent, comforting squeeze that told her he was there. He understood. Jamie, in the back, emitted a low, mournful whine that only Katy could truly sense through the mate bond, mirroring her pain.
When they pulled up to the house, the twins were immediately by her side. They helped Katy out of the car, their hands gentle, and escorted her inside. Once in the living room, Katy just sank onto the couch, staring blankly ahead, utterly devastated. Jamie and Jayden knelt in front of her, their faces etched with concern and profound sympathy.
"What do I do now...?" Katy sobbed, the words ripped from her throat, her eyes filled with despair.
Jayden reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. His voice was firm, yet incredibly tender, holding all the strength and reassurance she desperately needed. "You and the baby will move in here, Katy," he said. "This is your home now. Our home. We'll take care of everything."
Jayden reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. His voice was firm, yet incredibly tender, holding all the strength and reassurance she desperately needed. "You and the baby will move in here, Katy," he said. "This is your home now. Our home. We'll take care of everything."
Katy didn't resist. She was too emotionally shattered, too physically drained, to argue. The rejection from her father, stark and absolute, had left her adrift, and Jayden's declaration, while sudden, felt less like an imposition and more like a lifeline. She simply stared at him, her tear-filled eyes wide, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded her head. There was no fight left in her, only an overwhelming sense of helplessness and a profound, aching need for the safety and shelter they offered.
Jamie immediately moved to her other side, taking her hand. "We'll get your things settled in the room you were in," he said, his voice gentle. "It's already set up for you. We'll make sure you have everything you need."
Jayden kept his hands on her face for another moment, his gaze unwavering. "We're not leaving you, Katy. Not ever. "The twins acted with a quiet efficiency born of instinct and concern. Jamie quickly retrieved Katy's small bag from the car, while Jayden gently helped her stand. They guided her back
to the comfortable bedroom she had woken up in earlier, the room that now, abruptly, was her own. Without overwhelming her, they unpacked her few belongings, placing her clothes neatly in the dresser and hanging a fresh robe in the en-suite bathroom. Jamie even plugged in her phone charger by the bedside table, anticipating her needs.
Jayden returned with a warm, damp cloth and a soft blanket. "No more talks about anything heavy today, Katy," he stated softly, carefully wiping the tear tracks from her face. "Just rest. You've had enough for one lifetime, in a single week." He helped her lie back against the pillows, Jamie adjusting them for optimal comfort.
As they settled on either side of her, a familiar presence of warmth and subtle masculine scent enveloping her, Katy felt an overwhelming wave of mixed emotions. There was the searing pain of her father's rejection, a wound that would undoubtedly take time to heal. But beneath it, a strange, almost surreal sense of relief began to bloom. She was safe, cared for, and no longer alone in navigating this impossible reality. She felt a profound exhaustion, both physical and emotional, but also a nascent comfort in their steady presence. Her life had been upended, but she was now anchored, albeit to something she still barely understood.
This abrupt chapter of her life had begun, not with fanfare, but with a quiet, desperate acceptance. She was in their world now, undeniably, and for the moment, that was enough.