Yoongi and Jimin's body odour didn't really make me feel nauseous; actually, they smelled even better to me with Yoongi's strawberry scent intoxicating and Jimin's chocolate making my mouth water. I did, however, need them to leave the kitchen so I could finish getting the meal together – I knew by the looks in their eyes that they wanted to devour me instead of the food, but I worked too hard on it to have it ruined.

I giggled to myself as I took the succulent looking pot roast out. The smell was incredible but my two men must've only had one thing on their minds when they got home since they never commented on it. I speared the hunk of meat, placing it onto the board and left it to rest with a large metal bowl over the top so it could stay warm. I dropped the baby carrots into the boiling water and drained the potatoes. I was mostly done mashing the potatoes when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Arms wrapped around my waist and from the scent, I knew it was my Arctic fox. "Hey, Sweetheart." I placed my hands on Jimin's, which were cradling my growing belly. The only time I really felt comfortable in my skin at the moment was when I had my mates' hands or lips on me. Logically, I knew weight gain was synonymous with pregnancy, but mentally, I felt fat and disgusting.

"Smells incredible, Angel." Jimin's lips tickled my neck as he spoke, his low chuckle could be felt along my back as my skin trembled. "Food smells good too."

"Can you or Yoongi please carve the meat up while I finish these?" I knew if I didn't give my mate a job, I'd end up just saying 'fuck it' and beg him to take me here and now. But it wasn't the time and we certainly had more comfortable places than the kitchen counter.

"Anything for you," he whispered, placing a soft kiss behind my ear and moving to stand beside me. "How's the kit been today?"

I smiled, resting my hand on the bump. "He's starting to move around a lot. Can definitely tell he's your son. I think he'll skip walking and go straight to running," I teased. The first time I felt the baby move was such a weird and also wonderful experience. Flutters, much like those from the wings of a butterfly, erupted in my belly; at first I thought something was wrong, Lisa laughed as she told me that was our little kit starting to explore his home.

"Yeah, mum says I did that too," he muttered, the cutest blush blossoming on his cheeks. "I apologise in advance if he takes after me."

"Were you a naughty little kit?" Yoongi asked, a smirk on his face as he entered the room to help set the table, stealing a piece of meat in the process.

"Not naughty, per se..."

"Jiminie, that's what all kids who misbehaved say," I teased, blowing a kiss his way to soften the blow.

"I was just free spirited and wanted to explore everything."

"You still do," Yoongi commented as he took the bowl of creamy mashed potatoes from me.

The fox whined cutely, only stopping when I planted a kiss to his cheek. "I think you would have been a very cute little kit and I'm sure our son will be too."

I adored nights like this, when it was just the three of us seated around the dining table, easy conversation flowing freely. I loved hearing about how Yoongi's dance practice went, pouted when they told me I wasn't allowed to see it until he performed live, and laughed as I heard about how Jimin had yet again, fallen off a chair – how he could fall off when he was sitting still and just watching the cat hybrid run through the dance was beyond me. Jimin was the most agile man I'd ever met, but chairs were his kryptonite.

Whenever I pictured what my life would be when I grew up, I never thought it would be filled with the love of two amazing men; however, now that I knew what my reality was, I would never change it for something different.

Well, there's just one thing I would like to change...

"My loves, I have something for you both," I said, standing up from the table. I could feel both of my mates' eyes track me as I wandered over to the antique console table that sat to the side of the dining room. The table was one of the only things I had left of my grandparents; my grandfather had carved it himself and apparently he was very proud of the rich mahogany he adorned with intricate curls and decorative curved legs. Pulling out the drawer, I took the small item I'd placed inside earlier today.

"You don't need to get us anything, Baby."

Jimin nodded, adding, "you being our wonderful mate and also bringing our young into the world are the greatest gifts we could ever get."

Tears began welling as I listened to their words while I went back to my seat... that was another big change the pregnancy had brought, I was a lot more emotional about little things. "This is as much for me as it is for you both, so consider this a present for all three of us if it makes you happier," I tried to reason. I took a deep breath and started. "I used to be a firm believer in the motto, 'if it isn't broke, don't fix it'. We aren't broken – actually, we're completely the opposite. Being with you both is amazing, so wonderful and you're both the best things that ever happened to me. And this little kit too."

I could feel myself waffling, something I really hated. I could tell the guys were slightly confused with what I was saying, so I held up a finger as I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to centre myself so I could think clearly.

"What I'm trying to say is that I love you both, so much. You're the two most amazing men in the world and I still sometimes can't believe that I'm lucky enough to be the one who is your destined mate." I looked at my men, the two of them smiling with glistening eyes. They looked so handsome it made my heart thump in my chest and arousal seep out of me. "But I want more. I don't want to just be your destined mate."

Their loving looks turned to those of confusion until I opened the box I held in my hand. Two silver rings laid on a bed of black silk, looking like two tiny halos shining in the darkness of night.

"Yoongi Min and Jimin Park, I want to be your wife if you would have me. I want you both to be my husbands, the men I will love and cherish until I take my very last breath. I want you to be the fathers of my children and to walk though my life beside me. So, will you both marry me?"

"No," Jimin said before rushing from the table.

My heart broke. I felt it sink into my stomach. I could see Yoongi's lips moving as he came to wrap me up into a hug but I couldn't make out any of the words he said. Everything just sounded like it was sinking beneath water as my body began shaking uncontrollably.

Is this what it feels like to be rejected by your mate?

I was in too much shock to take anything in. I was spaced out, only focussing on a knot in the wood of the table; everything else just drifted away. I heard nothing, felt nothing from the crushing sadness and despair. Every negative thought I'd ever had about my body flooded into my head, voicing that Jimin didn't want me because I'd gotten fat, that he left because I'd been too nauseous to have sex with him, and that I was just not pretty enough to be seen with a famous singer.

I don't know how long I was sitting there staring into space and listening to all the negative voices' justifications over why I was rejected by my mate. A hand lightly gripped my chin and moved my head upwards and to the side. My eyes shut; if I didn't see the look of devastation or rejection on my Jiminie's face as he told me it was over, then I wouldn't relive it in my nightmares each night.

"Angel, look at me," I somehow heard above the incessant whispers in my head. "Cara, open your eyes."

I shook my head as a tear slipped out, the first one to fall since he'd uttered those two letters that broke me.

"Baby, look at us please," Yoongi pleaded desperately.

A whimper broke from my throat as I began to break down. "I d-don't want to look at y-you if you're g-g-going to leave m-me," I stuttered between sobs.

"Who said anything about leaving you, Darling?" I wanted to believe Jimin but hearing him turn down my proposal hurt too much.

You did! When you said no.

"I'm never letting you go, Cara. You're my mate and the mother of my kit." I heard Jimin sigh in desperation. His voice turned soft, murmuring, "I wasn't turning you down or rejecting you, I promise, Angel. Please look at me... it will make sense if you do."

Slowly, I pried my eyelids apart but kept my gaze on the table in front of me. I squealed as my chair moved, turning me to face the two men who were both kneeling before me.

"I want to marry you–" Jimin said, before being cut off by my other mate.

"Jiminie means to say we both want to marry you," my feline mate clarified, shooting a quick glare to the fox. I giggled softly as my younger mate whined. "You just shocked us because we were planning on doing the same thing tomorrow, actually."

I looked over at Jimin, who simply smiled brightly and nodded. My mate wasn't rejecting me, I'd simply stolen his thunder.

"Darling, we are the lucky ones to have you as a mate. You're the most beautiful, wonderful, loving–"

"Don't forget sexy, breathtaking, kind, patient, mffghhmm," Yoongi interrupted before the fox slapped a hand over his mouth.

"If we said all her wonderful qualities, they'd find our skeletons here. Now, can I finish proposing so we can get engaged to our mate?" I giggled as I watched the two men bicker. "Okay, thank you. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you are the love of my life. You're the only one I want to come home to at the end of the day, the one I want to grow old with. Cara Randall, will you do me the honour of allowing me to be your husband and will you let me love and cherish you for the rest of our days?"

I nodded, releasing an emotion-filled 'yes' seconds before I pressed my lips to his plump ones, sealing our love with a kiss. A throat clearing brought me back from the euphoria I was in.

"Baby, you're it for me," Yoongi began, his voice deep and soulful. "You're the light that brightens my life, the reason for my existence. You're the other half of my soul and the holder of my heart. You're the sanctuary amongst all the chaos in the world. Kitten, will you please continue to hold my heart and keep it safe for the rest of our lives as my wife?"

"I'd love to be your wife, Yoongi," I whispered against his lips. "I promise to keep your heart safe and to never give it back."

The sound of a box opening caught my attention. Both men beamed with sparkles in their eyes as my feline mate slid a ring onto my finger. A sob of happy tears crept out when my eyes laid upon the simple design. Yoongi and Jimin knew that I hated flashy jewellery; I much preferred to wear simple, yet classy pieces. The ring was simply gorgeous with two smaller diamonds flanking a larger one in the middle, all placed upon a white gold band.

"It represents the three of us," I head the deep voice of Yoongi, the softness in his tone thick with emotion. "You are the centre of our universe."

"I love it and I hope you love yours too," I told them both as I took their rings out, sliding one onto each of the men's fingers. After placing a kiss onto the two rings, I brought my hybrid mates in for a group hug. "And I love you both. Thank you for making me the happiest person in the world."

"You two go upstairs while I clean this up," Yoongi said, cutting my protest off with a quick kiss and a swat to my bum. "Baby, don't make me ask you twice." The growl that permeated his voice had me leaking, so aroused. Grabbing Jimin's hand, I hurried upstairs, paying no attention to the laughter erupting from my mates over my eagerness.

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After waking this morning a little sore from our celebrations last night, I'd been run a nice bubble bath by my fox as the cat hybrid started on breakfast. I was told by Jimin as we soaked that they were taking me somewhere today; however, when I asked, all I was told was that I needed to dress really warm.

Not knowing where we were going or what the plans were for today, I told my mate he could choose my clothes. It was worth it just to see the radiant smile that formed on his handsome face.

If this is all just part of the longest dream in the history of the world, I never want to wake up.

Reluctantly, when the water began cooling off, I allowed myself to be pulled out. It was amazing how soaking in the bath made tight and sore muscles relax. I made a mental note to ask Lisa about the prospects of having a water birth.

Jimin dried me off carefully. After I was carried back into the bedroom to sit on the bed, he proceeded to rub my favourite body crème onto every inch of my skin. He even massaged the knots out of my muscles; I felt pampered and loved, exactly what he was going for.

"Now, stay here and look beautiful for me while I quickly pick out some clothes for you," he whispered against my lips. As much as I wanted to loop my arms around his neck and to never part from his kiss, I allowed my hands to rest on my belly, smiling as my baby moved.

"Your son knows you're here," I told the fox softly. A particularly hard movement had me grabbing Jimin's hand and bringing it to where the baby was kicking me.

Tears welled in my mate's duo-toned eyes as he felt his son move for the first time. "Hi little kit, it's Daddy. I love you so much and can't wait to meet you." Jimin spent the next few minutes talking to our baby. Every time he spoke, the kit would kick as if to reply. It was such a touching sight to see.

"Baby, why aren't..." Yoongi began to speak as he entered the bedroom, his crankiness disappearing immediately as he took in what was happening.

"Yoongi, get over here quick," the fox said quietly, waving the cat to hurry up. Jimin took Yoongi's hand and placed it where his own had been. "Little kit, this is your Papa." Yoongi shot his head up to look at me, questioning if he had really felt what he thought he did. I nodded, biting my bottom lip as I watched my two mates bond with our unborn son. Jimin kept talking to my belly, allowing my other mate to experience feeling our baby moving.

A few minutes later, no more movements could be felt. Both men whined, wanting to keep interacting with the baby. I, however, sighed in relief. I loved feeling the baby moving – and now kicking violently it seemed – but I had to admit being booted repeatedly from the inside was not something I would be able to get used it. It felt like I had a boxing match in my belly and I was the loser.

I gently pried my mates' hands off my stomach and dashed into the bathroom. While they had been able to feel the kicks on my belly, my bladder had also taken a fair bit of punishment. Well that, and the whole frequent urination thing that went along with the pregnancy glow.

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"Where are we?" I asked, looking out the window and not recognising any of the landmarks passing. It made it difficult to navigate where we were since everything was hidden under a layer of white.

Yoongi and Jimin had been both very secretive after we'd finished breakfast. I was quickly bundled up into an outfit of my mate's choosing, and stepping outside into the snow, I was incredibly thankful that Jimin had rugged me up. The black fleece-lined leggings and rust-coloured maxi sweater dress he'd chosen to go under my favourite long cream wool trench coat were a godsend; I hadn't seen them in my wardrobe before, so one of my mates must've snuck them in recently. That was something they'd been doing lately since we found out I was pregnant, and while at first I tried to stop them, when Yoongi explained that it was their way of helping protect the kit, I relented.

"We're nearly there, Baby," Yoongi replied, skirting my question completely. "We just need to make a quick stop, then Jiminie and I are taking you out on a date. Sound good, Kitten?"

My stomach rumbled, despite having breakfast not even two hours ago. "Mhm," I hummed, turning to look at my handsome feline mate, who looked so damn sexy behind the wheel. "The kit is craving steak, but I'm in the mood for sausages," I teased, giggling internally at the confusion on the two hybrids' faces.

Jimin cottoned on first, a salacious grin forming as he leaned forward between the two front seats. "Is my little Vixen feeling needy? Does her little pussy need to be stuffed with a big knot?"

A whimper escaped and I could tell by the twitches from both their tails that my arousal was filling the car.

"Yoongi, pull over," the fox demanded, not once taking his eyes off mine as I looked through the rear-vision mirror. "Our little mate is needy and I don't know about you, but I don't want anyone else to smell her when she's so delectable like this."

"We're less than five minutes out and there'll be no other hybrids there," Yoongi said, shaking his head. "Kitten, be a good girl for us when we get there and I'll make sure you're rewarded very well. Can you do that for me?"

As much as the thought of Jimin scratching this itch I had, I'd prefer not to have sex on the side of the road – even if it was a very nice road filled with large homes that looked cosy coveted with snow. I reached over, linked my hand with Yoongi's and assured him that I'd be good... like I always was.

A couple of minutes later, the car pulled into the driveway of a stunning house. Whomever lived here was so lucky because this place was one of the nicest houses I'd ever seen. It looked even more magical with a layer of snow on the roof and the grass out the front.

"Come on, Angel, let's get you inside where it's nice and warm," Jimin said, opening my door and holding out a hand for me to take.

"Yoongi, Jimin," an attractive-looking man spoke as he opened the front door. "And this must be the lovely Cara I've been hearing lots about." I nodded, a little shy since this man obviously knew about me, whilst I didn't even know his name. "Ah, my apologies. I'm Leedo Kim, a new acquaintance of your mates."

I shook Leedo's hand and allowed myself to be led through the door by my Arctic fox. I looked around the living room in awe; if I thought outside was nice, the inside was beautifully cosy and warm.

"You've got a beautiful home," I breathed out, admiring the rustic brickwork on the fireplace.

"It's actually just sold, so I won't be able to enjoy it anymore. The new family that's moving in will, though." I didn't detect any sadness in his voice, only warmth.

"What do you think, Kitten," Yoongi asked, moving to stand behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist. With his head resting on my shoulder, he asked if I'd want to live somewhere like this.

"I'd love a house like this," I answered, growing a little confused as I was led further into the house, my cat hybrid refusing to detach from me so the two of us ended up waddling in together like conjoined penguins. "Wow," I breathed, speechless upon entering the nicest kitchen I'd ever seen in my life.

"Do you think you could see yourself in a kitchen like this, Darling?"

I looked over at Jimin and nodded, a pang of jealousy entering my heart thinking about the new owners of the house living in my dream home.

"Good," Yoongi murmured into my neck. "Because it's all yours."

I spun around so fast, bewildered over his comment.

What does he mean it's all mine?

"The new owners Leedo mentioned," Jimin said, cupping my face to look at him, "they're us, Angel. Leedo is our real estate agent who helped Yoongi and I buy the house for you."

"You– you guys bought us a house?" I tried but failed to keep myself from crying. This was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. Without even talking about what I loved most for my ideal house, my two mates had purchased the home of my dreams.

"Our house is too small, Darling. And so, if we were buying a bigger house, Yoongi and I wanted it to be one that could be our forever home," Jimin said softly, his smile radiant. "The one where our kits and kittens would grow up, where the three of us could grow old, and where we'd spend every day of our lives together."

"Thank you. Thank you both." I pressed a soft kiss onto each of their lips. As much as I'd have loved to thoroughly show my appreciation to my mates, I didn't want to do that in front of the real estate agent.

"You're so welcome, Baby. Now, let's show you around so we can plan where things will go, hey?"