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Tyler was a little groggy when he woke up. Everything was so warm and comfortable that he didn't even want to open his eyes. His arms were wrapped around someone warm-someone so very soft. He wasn't even sure why he'd woken up until he heard someone else walking around the room. A drawer opened, and he peeked his eyes open.

Josva was holding a sleeping Ellinor as he looked through the drawers in their bedroom for something. He pulled out a tiny pair of pants that had to belong to Rasmus before turning around. He smiled when he saw that the Englishman was awake.

"Sleep good?" Josh asked him in English.

Tyler nodded lazily. "What are you doing?" He asked, too tired to really even think about what language he was using.

"Rasmus pee," Josva replied in English, meaning that Tyler had used his native tongue before. "Rasmus too old to pee in pants."

"Do you need help?" Tyler asked, his eyelids already fighting to close again.

Josva chuckled before replying in Danish, "You have already got your hands full."

Tyler was confused for a second before he realized one of Jenna's breasts was in his hand. His cheeks burned red when he hurried to move his hand away, scooting away from her. Josva laughed.

"I'm sorry," Tyler said quickly. "I didn't mean to-"

"She is beautiful," Josva interrupted calmly. "In all my travels, I have never seen a woman more beautiful than my wife. Have you?"

It felt like a loaded question, but Tyler shook his head. Of course he hadn't. There was a reason Rasmus thought she was a goddess. She was a ray of sunshine in the coldest place he'd ever been. Thankfully, Josva smiled.

"I did not think so," Josva replied. He shifted the toddler sleeping on his hip. "You are allowed to touch her, little one. That is her choice. I already gave you both my permission."

The breath in Tyler's chest felt heavy. "It just seems like it should be wrong," Tyler said quietly.

"It feels wrong?" Josva asked curiously.

"No, but shouldn't it?" Tyler asked, wrapping his arms around Jenna's middle carefully.

Josva glanced at his wife before looking at Tyler again. He didn't seem to understand, even with Tyler speaking his language. "Why would it?"

"She's your wife," Tyler replied.

Josva chuckled. "Maybe, but she does not belong to me. Kings can take as many wives as they want. Why can she not have you if she wants to? The tribe already made it very clear that they do not mind if we keep you."

That was a good point, but Tyler still had reservations. "Does it bother you when I touch her or when she kisses me?"

Josva shook his head. "No. She is happy. I am happy. Are you happy?"

Tyler hesitated. He shouldn't be, but he was. He liked sleeping beside the two Vikings. He liked when Einar told him stories, trying to become as skilful of a storyteller as his father. He liked when Rasmus came and tattled to him because he couldn't find either of his parents. He liked when Ellinor came into their room at night when she had nightmares. This was a safe place.

"I am happy," Tyler decided.

"Homesick?" Josva asked carefully.

"A little, but I probably always will be."

Tyler smiled a bit when Jenna stirred in her sleep, grabbing his hand and pulling it back up over her breast, which was now cold from the air in the room. He was relieved when Josva just smiled. He didn't mind. This was okay.

"I need to change Rasmus and get them all to bed, but I will be back in a bit. Is your heart heavy?" Josva asked carefully.

Honestly, Tyler's heart was always heavy. Even when he was relaxed, part of him ached to go home. He nodded.

"I will be back as soon as I can to hold it for you. Sleep. Keep our baby warm," Josva told Tyler before carrying Ellinor toward the door.

Tyler was quiet for a moment. Our baby. Tyler was always Josva and Jenna's baby, but Jenna had only ever been Josva's. This was a big step. Josva was giving Tyler permission to be a bigger part of this-whatever this was.

"Joshua?" He asked quietly. The large Viking looked back at him. "Thank you."

Josva smiled. "I love you, little one."

"I love you too," Tyler replied easily.

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The nightmares were getting worse. Lately, Tyler's whole body froze when he had them, and he couldn't move at all. He was watching his village burn down. Wrapped around him was a wet blanket, keeping him from catching fire, but everyone else was smouldering. People were screaming and begging him for aid, yet he just sat there in his wet blanket, unable to move or to help.

Slowly, the nightmare ebbed away, and Tyler's eyelids flew open. He was gasping for breath as he finally managed to move his limbs. A pair of strong arms wrapped around him protectively, pulling him back against a solid chest. Josva's beard tickled his skin as he kissed the younger man's shoulder.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" Josva asked him softly.

Tyler nodded quickly, his entire body trembling as he allowed Josva to turn him around and hold him close. He burrowed into the large man's chest, finding himself grateful that it was bare. It made finding his heartbeat easier. This was something Tyler had discovered during his first month in Scandinavia. Hearing his Vikings' heartbeats soothed him.

Josva's heart always beat a bit faster than Jenna's, but it was a constant rhythm. There was comfort in that for Tyler. He felt Josva's lips brush his forehead as he reached one of his hands out to rub Jenna's back whilst continuing to soothe Tyler.

"I will protect you," Josva whispered to Tyler.

Tyler nodded. He believed that whole-heartedly, but Josva couldn't protect his village. It had been Josva and his tribe that had set that village on fire, and he couldn't repair the damage even if he tried. Still, Tyler clung to him for comfort.

"Do you need Jenna?" Josva asked in a soft voice.

Tyler shook his head, but he knew he needed her. He needed her soft words of reassurance and her gentle kisses. Josva seemed to realize that on his own. He reached over and nudged Jenna awake.

"Mmmm," she mumbled.

"Our little one had a nightmare," Josva whispered to her.

Jenna rolled over to face him instantly. Her eyes were soft as she kissed his forehead. "My poor baby," she said quietly. "You are safe now."

The two Vikings cradled him carefully, whispering gentle words to him and reassuring him that nothing would hurt him here. Still, Tyler felt himself beginning to cry. He buried his face against Josva's chest again, hiding away.

"He is shaking," Jenna told her husband, who nodded.

Tyler was usually much better at calming himself down after nightmares, but he was helpless tonight. All he could do was bury himself against his Vikings and pray that this terror would pass. He just kept imagining his family being left behind in his house while he was forced down the blood-soaked cobblestone streets.

"I want to go home," Tyler whimpered out for the first time in a month.

"I will take you back soon," Josva promised him, much to Jenna's surprise. "You can go see your family during raiding season. Then you can come back."

Tyler nodded, still clinging to Josva. "You'll still let me come back?" He asked quietly.

Two months ago, Tyler would've been planning how best to get away from the Scandinavians forever as soon as his feet touched Saxon soil, but he couldn't do that anymore. He needed them. He craved Jenna's gentleness and Josva's rough comfort. It was a relief to never have to worry about when his next meal would be. In England, he never knew, but he never went hungry here. Here, he knew he was protected. In England, he was no one. He had to come back here.

"Of course, little one. This is your home," Jenna told him quietly. "Rest, baby. No more bad dreams. The gods are watching over you."

Tyler watched as Jenna leaned over to dip her fingers in the water beside their bed. The blankets pooled around her waist, but Tyler was too overwhelmed right now to care. He watched her mesmerising eyes as she used the water to draw protective runes onto his forehead, just as she usually did before bed. The cool water made him shiver, but Josva snuggled him closer to make up for the lost warmth.

Then, Jenna pressed her lips to Josva's before leaning down to kiss Tyler softly. He let out a shaky breath through his nose as he kissed her back. Josva's palm rested right above his heart, soothing soft circles along the skin there while Tyler tasted Jenna's soft tongue and melted when her fingertips brushed his cheeks.

There was less anxiety attached to kissing Jenna now that Tyler knew Josva didn't mind him doing so. Instead, he allowed himself to find comfort in her lips as well as Josva's fingertips. He did feel loved when the two of them were around to take care of him. Sometimes he would find himself forgetting that he wasn't actually married to them. It occasionally even slipped his mind that the three little Dun children weren't in any way his. He loved them too.

Tyler buried his face against Josva's chest once again when the kiss broke, his anxiety having eased up enough for him to yawn. He didn't mind when Jenna climbed over to be on the other side of Josva so her husband could hold her too.

It was a strange dynamic they had here. Really, Tyler was here for Jenna's benefit. He and Josva were supposed to have gotten along and settled for sharing, but he felt just as connected to the Norseman as he did to Jenna. Now it was Josva in the middle of them on the bed, wrapping an arm around each of them and kissing each of their foreheads.

Tyler thought about seeing Jenna hit Josva and how he'd just patiently waited for her anger to subside, coming out of it all unscathed. He would always be safe with Josva here. He didn't have to be married to Josva to be safe either. Whatever they were doing right now was enough. His Vikings loved him and they wouldn't let any harm come upon him.

Jenna reached across Josva to play with Tyler's short hair. Tyler laughed when Josva picked up one of Tyler's hands and set it on Jenna's breast. When she raised an eyebrow at her husband, he grinned.

"He thought he was not allowed to touch them," he explained to her.

The goddess beside them hummed her understanding. She looked to Tyler seriously. "You can touch any part of me that Josva can as long as I am not telling you no."

Tyler nodded, not sure if he was supposed to move his hand or if Josh had put it there for a reason. It didn't seem liked it mattered either way though. Jenna's eyelids were heavy with sleep and Josva was already starting to drift off. He let his hand slide down to rest on Josva's stomach instead.

"Any part of Josva that I can touch, you can too under the same conditions. You get to decide what parts of you we can touch, and we would not ever touch you without your permission. You saw what happened to that man who touched his wife without hers. That is not allowed here," Jenna also explained.

Tyler wasn't really sure what parts of Josva he'd want to touch or what parts of himself he was willing to share, but it was a kind offer. It made him feel equal to them. He still knew deep down that he was a prisoner, but he was a very spoiled one.

"Joshua?" Tyler asked quietly.

"Mmm?" The Viking hummed.

"Do I only belong to Jenna?" Tyler asked, although his words stumbled slightly as he translated them into Danish.

Josva lifted his head to look down at Tyler. "Do you want to?"

Tyler hesitated before shaking his head. "No," he said quietly. "Not only Jenna."

The Viking chuckled. "Well, good because you are ours. You are our little one, and we belong to you. Is that okay with you?"

Tyler smiled gratefully. "Yes, please."

Josva kissed his nose. "Then sleep now. I will not let anything hurt you or our Jenna."

Jenna was smiling when Tyler kissed Josva's cheek before snuggling against his side. She nuzzled Josva's shoulder as she reached out to play with Tyler's hair once again.

"My babies," she said happily.

Finally, Tyler felt calm enough to close his eyes. His Vikings would protect him. Everything would be okay. He would go back to England for a while when the raids started again, but until then, he'd just enjoy whatever this was that they were doing.

Tyler felt Jenna's hand grab his, pulling it over to her. He laughed when his hand was set on her breast once again.

"Your hands are warm," she explained simply. "Besides, if Josva gets to hold my ass while he sleeps, you should get to hold something too."

Tyler looked up at Josva, who was already starting to snore. Jenna lifted the covers just enough to show Tyler where Josva's hand was resting exactly where she'd told Tyler it would be. Tyler laughed.

"So you're not fighting anymore?" He asked hopefully.

Jenna smiled. "Oh, we do not end fights until he has gotten his chance to retaliate, but we always call truce at bedtime. We never go to sleep angry with each other. If we are not calm enough for him to grope me in his sleep, we do not sleep until we have talked through our problem."

"Has he been doing this every night?" Tyler asked in surprise. He'd been sleeping in this bed with them for two months and hadn't seen anything like that.

The queen chuckled. "Oh, little one. You cannot possibly think we have been celibate for your entire stay here. We are Vikings, Tyler. I think my husband would die."

"But...I've been in here every night. When did you...?" He trailed off when Jenna smirked, his eyes widened. "While I was in here?"

Jenna snickered. "You are a deep sleeper."

"Oh my god!" Tyler exclaimed, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing. "I had no idea."

Jenna laughed, resting her head on Josva's shoulder like Tyler was. She kissed him softly. "You are practically our husband anyways."

That made Tyler's heart feel warm. "I am?"

She smiled, brushing his hair back gently. "Of course you are. Did you not think we thought of you that way?" Tyler shook his head. "Josva does not tell just anyone that he loves them. Vikings are better at that than other men from what I have been told, but he is very protective of his heart. He trusts you with it. I am sure that someday he will decide that he wants you to officially be our husband, but he has called you that before to me."

"He has?" Tyler asked curiously.

"I think you surprised him when you asked if you belong to him. You have since the night he brought you home. We talked about it then before I sent him in to come get you out of your bed. We decided it made more sense to share you," Jenna explained.

Tyler glanced at the sleeping Viking. Scars speckled his pale skin and his beard and muscles made him look tough, but Tyler could see how gentle his nature was. It was gentle in a different way than Jenna's was, but he was gentle all the same.

"Did I hurt his feelings when I asked?" Tyler whispered to Jenna.

She studied her husband before looking back to Tyler. "Maybe a little bit. This is strange for both of you. Of course, I know how to handle having a husband. I have had one for a while. For you two, it is a completely new experience. It is kind of cute to see how timid you both still are."

"It's not just me then?" Tyler asked, feeling relieved when she smiled.

"Tyler, Josva asked me if he was allowed to hold your hand once. It is not just you who is learning. The last time I had sex with Josva, he got worried because he realized he would not know how to take care of you like he does me. He loves you very much, and he is trying very hard. This is just new to him."

Tyler was quiet as he thought about that. "I wouldn't know what to do with either of you."

"No?" Jenna asked, seeming surprised.

Tyler shook his head. "In England, men can only be with women, and they can't have sex until after they've been married."

Jenna raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" Tyler nodded. "I met Josva at Gamla Uppsala when we were just teenagers. That festival only happens every nine years, and it is to appease the gods with sacrifices. I had never in my life been touched by a man, but I did not hesitate to let Josva be the first. We were not married and it was definitely not his first time, but it was normal. That is how it is for most people here."

"What would you have done if you'd have found yourself pregnant?" Tyler asked curiously.

Jenna shrugged. "I would have gone to his village and punched him in the face, but he would still have owed it to Frigg and Odin to help me care for the baby if I wanted him to."

"He wouldn't have to marry you?" Tyler asked.

Jenna laughed. "Gods no. We were fifteen. I would not have been ready to be a wife, and he certainly would not have been ready to be a husband. He slept with four girls in nine days at Uppsala."

Tyler's eyebrows raised in shock. "Four?"

"Josva has always been this handsome," she replied simply. "He used to drink more though, and that contributed."

Tyler nodded. He realized then that his hand was still on Jenna's chest. It was becoming normal for him. It felt more natural and less like some monumental thing. He was touching her, and that felt nice, but he was also comfortable just being here with her.

"What do you think he's dreaming about?" Tyler asked as he looked back up at Josva.

"Raiding probably," Jenna replied. "Or something else that makes him excited. He keeps squeezing my ass."

"Excited in a good or bad way?" Tyler asked.

Their question was answered for them when Josva started to mutter quietly in his sleep. He was speaking Danish, but it was hard for Tyler to understand when he was mumbling. Jenna looked worried though, sitting up.

"Josva, wake up," she said carefully.

The Viking didn't seem to hear her though. He was muttering faster. Tyler sat up too when Josva released him, slinging an arm over his face. It was even harder to understand him when he was practically babbling into his arm.

"He's talking about war," Jenna said quietly as she eased his arm off of his face. She sat down in his lap, bringing both of his hands around her waist and letting him cling to her as she tried to wake him up. "Josva? Baby, it's not real. It's not happening right now. You need to wake up. Josva Wilhelm Dun, wake up!"

When Josva did wake up, it wasn't because of Jenna speaking to him. He shot up, gasping for breath. His arms wrapped around Jenna tightly as if his instincts assured him that his wife would protect him from whatever was in his dream. It wasn't until he pressed his face against her stomach and took in a shaky breath that Jenna seemed to realize what was going on, leaving Tyler to be the only one in the dark.

"Baby-" Jenna began.

"I saw him," Josva said quickly in Danish. "He was in Valhalla, and he was fighting. He was a warrior unlike anything I had ever seen, but he could not come back as I could not get to him and-"

Jenna hushed him. "If he is in Valhalla, we do not need to be worried, my beloved."

"He was so big," Josva whispered. "He was not...."

"He was not a baby?" Jenna asked in a quiet voice, and Tyler's heart sank.

"He was so small in Midgard," Josva whispered into Jenna's skin. "He would never have survived here, but he is big and strong and a warrior there. You would...you would be so proud of him."

"I am proud of him, my love," Jenna said quietly. "I will always be proud of our son."

Josva nodded, holding Jenna tighter. "Me too."

They were all quiet for a moment, but Tyler could see the tears in Jenna's eyes. He didn't know how to make them go away though. How long ago had they lost their baby? Was he older or younger than Einar? How was the loss of their baby associated in Josva's mind with war?

"We will have more sons, Josva. Odin is taking good care of Tore. You saw that. He became a warrior. We will see him again in Valhalla, my love," Jenna soothed softly.

Josva nodded, but he was shaking. "What if our next baby-"

"We have had three healthy babies out of four, Josva. The odds are in our favour. Our next baby will not be like Tore. He will be strong and born screaming at the top of his lungs like Einar." Jenna kissed the top of Josva's head. "If the gods bless us with another baby, we cannot be afraid."

"Maybe you should not have my babies anymore," Josva said quietly, and Tyler was pretty sure he stopped breathing. "Maybe the little one should give you the next baby."

Jenna sighed. "Josva, he was born too soon. That was not your fault. You do not get to choose who fathers our next baby. The gods will decide that. I would happily carry a baby from either of you, but that is not your decision to make."

Josva looked up at Tyler then, and there were tears in his eyes too. Tyler couldn't stop himself from reaching out to take one of Josva's hands. He remembered what Jenna had said about Josva asking her if he was allowed to hold Tyler's hand. He remembered her talking about how soft Josva's heart was. He remembered her saying that Josva had referred to him as their husband more than once.

"You're a good papa," Tyler told Josva quietly. "Your babies are lucky to have you."

Josva closed his eyes and sighed. "I hope so."

"I know you're a good papa," Tyler assured Josva. "You're a good papa and a good husband and a good king. Your son is probably just as proud of you as you are of him."

Josva pulled Tyler closer, wrapping one arm around him and the other around Jenna. "I love you," he told them both.

"I love you too," they both replied, one in English and the other in Danish.

They were both half on top of Josva when he laid down, not releasing them for even a second. He held them both tightly, kissing Jenna's lips again and again before kissing Tyler's cheeks.

"The next baby will belong to all three of us," he decided aloud.

"Yes, they will," Jenna agreed easily.

Tyler found himself nodding. "Yes."

Josva nodded, letting his eyelids slip shut. "I am sorry I woke you up."

"I wake you up every night," Tyler pointed out, stroking Josva's bearded cheek softly. "I don't mind."

"We were already awake, my love. You do not need to worry," Jenna replied.

Josva nodded, relaxing slightly. "Jenna?" He asked as his hand trailed down her side softly.

"Not until the little one is asleep," she replied knowingly.

Josva nodded, kissing the top of Tyler's head. "Goodnight, my loves."

Tyler was blushing as he tried to calm his rapid heartbeat enough to allow him to sleep. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Jenna replied gently.

"Joshua?" Tyler asked.

"Yes, little one?" Josva replied.

"You can always hold my hand," Tyler told him quietly.

Josva smiled slightly. "Ja?"

"Yes," Tyler replied. "And you can always hug me and kiss me and hold me while we sleep and tell me stories and all of that. I'm just as much yours as I am Jenna's. Don't worry about not taking care of me properly. We'll figure everything out. We've got plenty of time. I'm not going anywhere. We're practically married."

The Viking smiled fully at that. He pressed a lingering kiss to Tyler's forehead. "You are our husband, little one. We just need to have a wedding to make it official. I will always protect you though, and I will take care of you in every way I can. I promise."

Tyler smiled. "I know. I'll take care of you too."

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"Well, if we are all married," Jenna mumbled rolling Tyler off of Josva before laying down beside the Viking. Her hand disappeared beneath the covers and Josva let out a soft sigh as his muscles instantly relaxed. Tyler was confused for only a moment before he realized what Jenna was doing. "Better?" She asked Josva.

He nodded instantly, humming under his breath. She smiled, soothing her fingers through his hair with her free hand while the other moved beneath the blankets. She tugged lightly at his hair, and he buried his face against Tyler's shoulder as he let out a soft whine. Tyler's cheeks were burning as he tried and failed to tear his eyes away from the place between Josva's legs where the blankets were moving up and down at a languid pace.

Jenna seemed to notice, pushing the blanket down enough for Tyler to see her hand moving inside of Josva's pants. It took everything in Tyler to keep himself from yanking Josva's pants down so he could see, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet.

Instead, he looked up at Josva's face as he blissfully allowed his wife to touch him so intimately in front of Tyler. His thick eyelashes fluttered when Jenna's hand moved differently beneath the fabric of his pants, and Josva's hips started to roll in time with the movements of her hand.

"Fuck," Josva swore, and it took Tyler a hazy moment to realize he'd said it in English. "Faster."

Jenna complied, looking far too at ease with this when Tyler was so overwhelmed by all of this stimuli. "Tomorrow, Josva, you are going to fuck me as hard you can." Tyler's eyes widened as she started to speak, but Josva was watching her as if she was sent from the gods themselves. "Make me scream. Make me bleed. I do not care. You are going to punish me though for hurting you, and you are not going to hold back. Whatever you need to do, you will do it as hard as you possibly can. Am I right?"

Josva nodded enthusiastically, his eyes starting to cross from how hard he was trying to focus on Jenna while her hand sped up even more. "Ja," he replied breathily.

"Are you going to break me, Josva?" She asked in an almost mockingly sweet voice, but Josva was eating it up.

His hips were rolling even faster and harder now into her hand. Tyler wanted to give him something-anything-to help him finish sooner, but he didn't know what to do. He soothed his hand across Josva's hair, making him shiver despite the frantic motions of his hips.

"Pull his hair," Jenna told Tyler in English, and the lack of reaction on Josva's face told Tyler that he hadn't understood the command in his current state.

Tyler did as was told though, tugging at Josva's curls. The sound Josva made almost made Tyler stop breathing. His toes were starting to curl as his eyelids slipped shut.

"Harder," he gasped out, forcing his eyes open to look at Tyler.

Jenna's hand didn't relent for even a second as Tyler tugged Josva's hair again, trying not to worry about hurting the Viking with the harder pull. Josva moaned so euphorically, though, that Tyler instantly pulled his hair again, even harder than last time. He needed to hear that sound again and again and again.

At this point, Josva was just babbling as Tyler and Jenna each kept doing what had been requested of them, tugging and pulling and making Josva's back arch up slightly as he squirmed with pleasure.

The whole world seemed to slow down to a snail's pace as Josva's hips stilled and his jaw dropped open to release the most incredible sound Tyler had ever heard. Jenna's hand slowed down before eventually sliding out of his pants when his body went limp. Josva's eyes looked tired, but they were twinkling.

Jenna wiped her hand on Josva's pants before sliding them down his legs. She dropped them on the floor beside the bed, giving Tyler no excuse not to look at Josva fully.

Just like rest of his body, Josva's cock was larger than Tyler's. It was flushed and pink at the tip as his body recovered from his orgasm. His abdominal muscles were visible even when his body was completely relaxed like this. Tyler couldn't help thinking that Josva was just as beautiful as Jenna.

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Tyler laid back down beside Josva, ignoring the heat between his own legs as he kissed Josva's shoulder. He wasn't ready for them to touch him yet, but he had loved seeing Josva feel so good after being so overwhelmed.

Jenna laid back down as well, her flawless skin looking angelic beside Josva's scarred flesh. Both were beautiful to Tyler though. It was overwhelming him.

He smiled when Josva nuzzled Jenna's hair softly as one of his hands came down to rest on Tyler's ass like he had done earlier with Jenna. It was an oddly comforting gesture. Jenna slotted one of her legs between Josva's, leaving her halfway on top of him as she closed her eyes. Looking completely sated, Josva kissed Tyler's forehead before meeting his eyes.

"You are our husband," Josva promised him in Danish, "and we love you with every grain of salt in the ocean."

Tyler smiled, nuzzling his nose against Josva's. "I love you too."

Jenna smiled softly as she watched her boys interact, but remained silent.

Josva kissed each of Tyler's cheeks, squeezing Tyler's ass just slightly. "You are so beautiful, little one."

"So are you," Tyler replied quietly. He looked at each of the Vikings, feeling overwhelmed by the warmth in his chest. "You're both beautiful. I want to be your husband forever."

Jenna reached across Josva to softly stroke Tyler's cheek. "You will be, little one."

"Very soon," Josva promised.

Tyler smiled as he closed his eyes. He felt safe and loved and comfortable. A thought crossed his mind, making him smirk. "You're just trying to get me to fall asleep so you can end your fight, aren't you?"

The Vikings both laughed, but it was Josva who responded. "Believe me, little one. Even you would not be able to sleep through that."

Tyler laughed, and Josva kissed his forehead gently. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sweet baby," Jenna replied softly.

"Goodnight, little love," Josva told him sleepily.

Tyler fell asleep wrapped up in two beautiful people, and he sincerely hoped he could continue to do that for the rest of his life.