"Shhh, you'll wake them up," I heard coming from a loud voice beside the bed.

"I was speaking quietly, you Doo-doo head."

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giggling at the very loud conversation my children were having. Ashton, my eldest kit, was trying to keep his brothers and sisters in check; however, my feisty second-born, Carina, was not having it.

The past eight years had been filled with many milestones: the birth of our son, followed by my beautiful and romantic wedding to Jimin and Yoongi, after which came four more children.

Ashton had come into the world 15 hours after my water broke at the awards ceremony. He was such a little cutie, always making everyone swoon at his adorable white ears that were nestled in dark ebony locks similar to mine – the only real look-in I got since Aston was basically a carbon-copy of his father, just with my hair and skin tone. He'd grown into a kind and caring boy who loved dinosaurs above all else. My husbands and I often joked that we had a little palaeontologist in the making.

Carina had blessed us 11 months later, surprising everyone with her kitten-kit chimera features. We'd all thought chimeras were a myth, but as we found out, they're just very rare. After doing some research, Jin found that chimeras can only be born if they have parents who are destined mates and from a gnomon mate group.

Carina was a mix of both her fathers' features: Yoongi's fluffy grey tail and Jimin's white ears. The first few times that she went into her animal form freaked us out because it turned out she could actually choose which animal form she wanted to be in. Carina was my free-spirited tomboy, who loved to play rough and tumble with her older brother and fathers. She did, however, love cuddling up with me in the mornings; it was our special time together.

Our next born, Aria, was my little girly girl. At the prime age of six-years old, she knew exactly what she wanted to be when she got older – a princess who wore pretty dresses and danced with handsome princes. Aria had a way of getting even the most masculine man to play dress-ups with her as they engaged in opulent tea parties. Seeing her little grey ears and tail twitching in delight as her fathers, grandfathers or uncles were perched precariously on tiny chairs while they sipped make believe tea from dainty teacups was one of the sweetest things I'd ever seen in my life.

And finally, a little over five years ago we welcomed the fraternal twins into our family. Both Emerson and Nora were chimeras, but unlike Carina, they both had white fox tails and little grey kitten ears.

Emerson adored his older brother; he was absolutely in awe of anything and everything Ashton did. Emerson was such a sweetheart, but he was also the one with the naughty streak. He was often the one influencing his brothers and sisters to do something they shouldn't, like raiding the pantry for the best snacks whilst my mates and I were still asleep. He wasn't a bad child, just one who liked to push the boundaries to figure out how much he could get away with... exactly like his Daddy.

His twin sister and the baby of our family, Nora, was a mixture of her older sisters' personalities: a tomboy who loved being a princess. Out of all my children, Nora took after Yoongi the most; I'd often find the two of them snuggled up in the sun as they napped or she was happily playing in Yoongi's studio as he made music that she could dance to. Jimin was relieved to have one of his children who loved to dance, so when Nora wasn't with Papa Yoongi, she was dancing with her Daddy.

"My babies," I cooed quietly, sitting up in between my two slumbering husbands and putting my finger to my lips. "You're going to wake up your fathers and you know how grumpy and scary Papa can be if he gets woken up."

"Papa not scawy," Nora proudly exclaimed rather loudly.

I felt the bed shaking slightly either side of me with silent laughter. Both my mates had obviously woken up, and like I had tried to do a few moments ago, were trying to look like they were still asleep.

"Papa's cute and friendly... like a little kitten," Aria stated, causing her siblings to laugh out loud.

"The only kittens here are my five children," my feline mate spoke, his voice low with a gruffness that, while my children found scary, I found sexy and erotic. "Now, who dares wake Papa up? I need names so I know who not to give my famous pancakes to."

Jimin and I both held in our laughter, my fox burying his head into my side, as our kids desperately tried to dig themselves out of their hole. Yoongi's pancakes were famous for a reason and to miss out on them would be a cruel and unusual punishment.

"Papa, here," Carina hurriedly said, handing over a gift in the hopes of getting her favourite breakfast dish.

"Vey for you and Daddy," Emerson added with his adorable little lisp as he passed over a sheet of paper. We were trying to help him pronounce his 'th' sounds properly, but it wasn't working yet.

"What? What are these?" Yoongi asked in a tone of exaggerated confusion, clearly entertaining our littlies. "For Daddy and I did you say?" Five little heads all nodded in synchronicity. "Well, you'd better go jump on Daddy so he can wake up and open these with me."

I felt Jimin chuckle quietly and brace himself for the inevitable pile of bodies. Voices shouting "Daddy" and "wake up" came like a battle cry as our bed was inundated.

"Daddy's awake," Jimin croaked out, feigning having just woken up.

"Papa, Daddy, opwen!" Nora said bossily through a pout because her dads weren't playing the game properly.

"Presents? For us?" Jimin asked, playfully forgetting what day it was. "What do you think the occasion is to get presents from our young, Yoongi?"

I watched Yoongi pretend to think before replying, "I think they're trying to butter us for something."

"Happy Father's/Farver's Day," all five of my babies yelled together.

"Siwwy Papa and Daddy," Emerson chastised my two men who were giggling profusely over something.

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"You've got to frame that," my brother laughed as he read the card our kids had proudly made their fathers.

"They know you too well, Jiminie," Tae teased, slapping his thighs in laughter. "Even our three wouldn't call me out like that."

Our children were very proud of their card, so neither Yoongi, Jimin, nor I, had the heart to point out the obvious, yet hilarious, spelling mistake.

"Oh," Jungkook paused upon being handed the card. "Is it supposed to say, 'Happy Farter's Day?'"

The rest of us burst into laughter at his innocence as he asked the question. "That's Jiminie's card since he's the chief farter in our household," Yoongi declared while laughing hard. "Mine must've gotten lost in the mail."

"By mail, do you mean the four doors that separate our room from theirs?" Jimin retorted sassily. "And if I'm so gassy, it's only because of your cooking."

"Okay now, you're starting to act like your children. Do I need to put you both in time out?" I teased, smirking at the pouts that formed on both of my husbands' faces. I put both Jimin and Yoongi out of their misery with a quick kiss to their lips. "So tell me, Jinnie, how's my first baby going?"

After having Ashton, I'd found it quite difficult to juggle running Sanctuary and being a first-time mother. So, instead of selling or bringing in an outsider to take over as CEO, Jin had stepped up. He'd become the new CEO and a co-owner of Sanctuary, while I was the silent co-owner who traded in her meetings and paperwork to be a full-time stay-at-home mother. Thankfully, his two mates were really supportive of his new job. Jungkook had become the leading hybrid physical therapist in all of New Kanoa. He had invented, while working with one of our patients, a special technique that revolutionised the treatment of spinal cord injuries in hybrids; the 'Jeon Method' was now the preferred option for neurologists and physical therapists. Taehyung found that he didn't love modelling as much as he thought he would, so after he and his mates adopted three kids (a human, a kitten and a pup), Tae became a househusband. Their children were best friends with my five, as well as Joon and Hobi's two little boys.

Namjoon had successfully changed the laws in New Kanoa so that hybrids had the same rights as humans. No longer did hybrids need to be adopted, they were all completely free people. Last year, he surprised us all by announcing that he was putting his name into the running for President. No one was more supportive than his husband, who was now the head teacher at Sanctuary. Hobi loved the more flexible hours, which allowed him to be there for their two sons – a human and a golden retriever pup hybrid, both aged six.

I looked across the backyard, smiling at the kids all playing together. Jin's three-year old Samoyed hybrid son and Nora were chasing each other in their animal forms; my daughter opting to be in her Arctic fox form. My heart sung as I saw that Aria had a captive audience as attendants to her tea party; her Uncles Joonie and TaeTae proudly wore the finest tiaras and jewellery the children's discount shop offered, and her grandparents – Nana and Gramps Park, along with Ma and Pop – were all giggling away while they were dressed up with fabrics to look like beautiful gowns. The six adults looked like they were having far more fun than my little girl.

From the peals of laughter I could hear, along with Hobi's, Felix's and Bang Chan's voices, I could tell they had the rest of the kids at the elaborate playground at agility course Jimin had constructed. Those three men were often playing on the agility course, even if none of the kids were there.

I sighed happily as my two mates came and hugged me. "You sure you don't want to try for more," Jimin whispered into my ear as he stood behind me. "Give me a few minutes and I can have my knot inside you and a kit growing in your belly."

"Hey, it's my turn next," Yoongi whined quietly. "You got her last night and we were too tired afterwards for me to fuck her too."

"Boys," I warned quietly using my best Mama voice, "there's going to be no fucking me any time soon if you're going to fight." Both hybrids whined softly, not liking that option at all. "Now, go play with your children, as well as your nieces and nephews. It is Father's Day after all and we'll be leaving in a few days for your tour, Yoongi."

I was very proud of both of my husbands. Yoongi was now the top music producer and rapper in the world. He was highly sought after by musicians , but he chose the people he worked with very carefully; they had to be a good person and in good standing. His third world tour, the Not So Sweet Tour was kicking off the following day here in Samta before we left for the next four months. The kids were all excited to come along, even if they had to do their schoolwork remotely.

Jimin had retired from the music industry five years ago, instead becoming a dance teacher for BH. He still sung, but only for our family and as Yoongi's back-up singer. My Arctic fox found that his heart wasn't into making music the same way Yoongi's was. He didn't like the constraints placed upon him by the record label, instead much preferring to choreograph and teach dance routines to new artists. Call me selfish, but I had to admit that I loved how our family were now the only ones who got to hear Jimin's beautiful voice; it was like a special gift just for us.

"I love you both," I called out to my retreating husbands, grinning widely when they yelled it back to me.

It often blew my mind that what had started as a business to help hybrids in need had brought me so much more love than I thought could be possible. Yoongi and Jimin were my sanctuary, my safe place, the loves of my lives.

And I knew that would never change.