AN: This is Madison's friend. I'm sorry for the delay in updates. I'm having trouble with the internet. It co and goes. The cable company can't find the problem. I had been waiting until the in was fixed to update. But I don't know when or if the internet will be fixed.

Chpt. 23 APOV:

"Ana, will you do us the honor…" Taylor begins asking the question that I've tried to convince myself they weren't going to ask me even though they were both on bended knee in front of me. I tried convincing myself that they were going to ask something else, not because I didn't want them to ask me to marry them but because I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"Of marrying us?" Christian says the words I wasn't expecting to hear it at all.

My eyes fill with tears at the realization that they're actually asking me to marry them. That this isn't in my imagination that it's actually happening. Needing to feel closer to them, to touch them, I drop to my knees in front of them. I can tell by the look in both of their eyes that they weren't expecting that. But I can also see the worry and it's only when I see that do I realize I haven't answered them yet.

"Yes," I whisper. "Yes, I'll marry you both."

"Thank fuck," Christian sighs.

They both take my hand and together they slip the ring on it. How they knew my ring size I have no idea, but the ring fits absolutely perfectly. I glance down at it for a split second and what catches my eye isn't all the diamonds on it, or the size of the diamonds, instead it's that there are in fact three diamonds. I love that they incorporated our unique situation into an engagement ring.

"I love you both, so much," I wrap my arms around their necks and tug them closer to me.

"We love you Ana," Taylor says.

"So fucking much," Christian adds.

Tears are falling down my face as both of my men wrap their arms around my waist and press their bodies against mine. They each kiss a tear on my cheeks, which just makes even more tears fall at the incredibly sensitive gesture coming from both of them. These two strong, former military men, are on their knees kissing my tears away after proposing to spend the rest of our lives together. I had no idea just how my life would change when I went to that club in Georgia, where Christian and Taylor both rescued me. I had no idea when I left their hotel room the next morning that fate would bring us back together. Or that six months later, we would be here; in the house that we just closed on, planning a future together.

I take turns kissing Taylor and Christian, not able to get enough of either of them. I try to pour into the kiss how I feel about them both, as there just are no words that can describe just how much I love them. I pull them both closer to me, until there's no space between any of us. The kisses quickly deepen, the emotions and reality of what just happened settling in. All I can think about is what an incredibly lucky girl I am to be able to spend the rest of my life with these two amazing, caring men by my side.

With Taylor's lips on mine, his tongue exploring me, I pull Christian into the kiss. I turn my head just enough to welcome Christian into the kiss but without pulling away from Taylor. For the first time, the three of us are kissing each other. I love how it feels; how the three of us truly become one. I can feel both of their lips on mine, their tongues intertwining with not just mine but their own. Christian's hand slips down to my ass, he grabs it just as Taylor tugs me closer to them. I feel closer to them than I ever have which I didn't think was possible.

Christian's eyes open and meet mine, the love I see in them just stuns me. It sounds like a sappy movie, but I see my future in his eyes. I can see walking down an aisle to where Christian and Taylor wait for me at the end. I can see us living in this house together, with kids running around under our feet. My breath hitches at many pictures going through my head of a future with these two men. Christian's mouth slowly leaves mine, kissing my cheek, my ear and my neck while Taylor captures my mouth in his. I don't know how it happens, but at some point we're lying on the carpeted floor. My shirt is unbuttoned, but I can't tell you if it was one of them or both of them who undid the buttons. My shirt and bra come off and within minutes none of us have any clothes on. The bed is only a few feet away, but we all stay where we are on the floor.

"Hmmmm," I moan against Christian's lips when Taylor takes my nipple into his mouth.

"You're so beautiful," Taylor mumbles with one nipple between his teeth.

"So fucking beautiful," Christian nips at my lip before soothing it over with his tongue.

He kisses his way down my neck until he reaches my other nipple; I nearly scream when he takes it in his mouth sucking on it just as Taylor does the same thing to the other one. My hands are on their heads, but I'm not sure if I should push them away or hold them against me so they don't stop. One of my legs is between each of theirs and they slowly open me to them. Their hands are everywhere, but their mouths never leave my nipples. They suck, lick and bite at them driving me absolutely crazy with need.

"OH!"

Both of their hands are on my sex; I can't tell whose fingers are whose but they're all over me. They're both exploring me, teasing me; I'm so close to coming but I just need something more.

"You're so wet," a finger slips into me before Christian slowly kissing his way back up to my lips.

"So wet," Taylor bites my nipple again and I feel a second finger slip inside of me.

Christian's lips are back on mine and Taylor is sucking and nipping his way up to where we are. Their fingers continue to thrust into me, pushing me closer and closer to that release. I can feel how much they both want me; their erections are hard against me but their entire focus seems to only be on me. I grab both of their heads, pulling them closer to me so we can all kiss once again. Taylor groans when our lips finally meet and his response triggers my own. I scream into their mouths as the orgasm finally hits. They slow their movements, but their lips never leave mine as I slowly come down from the incredible orgasm.

"I love you both so much," I whisper against their lips.

"We love you Ana," Taylor says.

"You're ours," Christian adds. "Forever."

I feel empty when they slip their fingers from me, but I'm quickly rolled on top of Christian. We both groan when his dick rubs against my still sensitive clit. I reach between us, positioning him at my opening before lowering myself onto him. He wraps his arms around me, bringing my lips to his; Taylor's hand glides over my back as he moves behind me. I moan as he slowly, and gently, enters me; I reach for him, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to me. We all groan at the same time as Taylor slides completely into me. Taylor's hand comes next to Christian's shoulder on the floor as he lowers himself until his chest is against my back.

Christian's lips are mine, Taylor's are against my cheek; our movements are slow and minimal but with them both inside of me I feel each and every movement. I lean back, kissing Taylor, the movement pushing me against Christian causing him to groan. I wrap an arm around Taylor, holding him close to me as I lean down to kiss Christian again. It's awkward but somehow the three of us manage to kiss again, something I don't think I'll ever grow tired of. My hand drops from Taylor's head to Christian's chest as they start thrusting quicker.

"You both…." I moan. "feel….so…."

"Incredible," Taylor whisper against my lips.

Breathless, my body tense with need, I pull back and try to move a little between them but it's impossible with our bodies pressed this tightly against one another. Taylor's hand moves from my hip to under us, before they both thrust deeper into me. Their names are on my lips as the orgasm rips through me; I can feel them both tense against me as they both begin to lose the fight of withholding their own release.

"Ana," Taylor gasps and I feel his warmth spread through me only moments later.

Christian doesn't say anything, but he reaches up, wraps his hand around Taylor's neck and lowers him until their lips meet. I don't think I have ever seen something so incredibly hot, sexy and more romantic and the mere site of the two men I love more than anything kissing each other; the sight of it has me coming for a third time. Christian groans against Taylor's lips, thrusting into me one final time before I feel him explode within me. Taylor's arm must give out because his weight is on my back though I suspect his knees are keeping most of it off of me still. His hand is in my hair, bringing me into their kiss.

"That was…wow," I whisper.

"Am I hurting you?" Taylor asks. "I should get up-"

"Stay," I reach behind and grab his leg.

"Stay," Christian repeats.

Eventually we move but only to our sides, and neither Taylor nor Christian leave me completely. Our bodies are so intertwined it's hard to tell where one ends and another begins. I'm about to fall asleep when Christian suggests we move to the bed. Although there's no working shower yet, we take turns cleaning up as best we can in the half bath downstairs before climbing onto the air mattress that was set up in the living room. Which reminds me…

"How did you guys pull this off? I mean we were together all morning," I ask. "When did you?"

"Elliot," Christian says simply.

"He knew you both were going to propose?"

"Yes," Taylor answers.

"I still can't believe we're engaged," I'm lying between both of them, with their arms wrapped around me. There's a light blanket over us, but the warmth from their bodies is all I'll need to keep me warm all night.

"You're stuck with us now," Taylor smirks.

"I don't think I'll mind that," I lean up and kiss him before turning and kissing Christian.

"Good, cause we're never going to let you go," Christian says. "You're ours."

"And you're both mine."

Normally we fall asleep with me laying on one of their chests and the other spooning me from behind. But tonight, I'm lying in the middle of the two of them on my back and their on their sides facing me. They each have an arm wrapped around my waist, their heads on the pillows next to mine. I'm just about asleep when I hear Taylor's voice.

"I can't believe she said yes," he whispers.

"When she didn't say anything I was freaking out," Christian whispers back.

"Me too," Taylor sighs. "I wasn't worried that she didn't love us…"

"But that it's one thing to be dating two men and another to marry both of us."

"Yeah."

"She's stronger than we give her credit for."

"That she is."

I fall asleep wrapped in their arms only a few minutes later, still in complete awe that this is my future. I know things won't be easy for us, but I can't imagine a future without both of them. I can't imagine a future where the three of us aren't together.

I wake up, startled to hear a groan next to me. Only when I open my eyes do I realize what the groaning noise was all about.

"What happened?" I mumble.

"Seems our bed has a leak in it," Taylor says.

"What the fuck happened?" Christian whines.

I feel the hard floor under our bed; even though it's carpeted, it's definitely not soft enough to sleep on. I slowly sit up, my back aching in the process; the guys follow mumbling about a cheap mattress as they do. Christian is up first, extending his hand to me to help me up before doing the same for Taylor.

"That wasn't quite how I imagined this morning going," Christian complains.

"Me either," Taylor agrees.

"What did you two have in mind?"

"That we would stay in bed, right here all day," Christian glares at the nearly flattened air mattress with anger.

"I didn't even realize that there were curtains up last night!" I notice the windows for the first time.

"They probably don't match the design you planned, but we figured they were better than giving our new neighbors a free show," Taylor says.

"I don't think our neighbors would be able to see anything," our nearest neighbors are pretty far from us.

"They might not, but cars driving by could," Christian argues. "And we don't share."

I laugh, loudly, at his words.

"What?" Christian and Taylor both say at the same time.

"Ummmm…you don't share? Isn't that kind of what we're doing?"

"We don't share with anyone else," Christian says firmly.

"You're ours, only ours," Taylor adds.

"Down boys," I giggle. "I was just laughing at your choice of words; there's no one else for me. I don't share either."

"I'd offer to make us breakfast in bed but…" Taylor nods to the flattened bed and then to the lack of kitchen.

"We could go back to the condo for breakfast?" Christian suggests.

"I kind of want to stay here," I say.

"Me too," Taylor agrees. "How about I run and pick us up breakfast? There's a place not far from here that has really good breakfast sandwiches."

"Works for me," I say.

Taylor gets dressed and heads out a few minutes later, leaving me and Christian at our new house. We both get dressed and then clean up the living room. We end up sitting on the floor waiting for Taylor since other than the air mattress there isn't any furniture here yet.

"How did you get into interior design?" Christian asks.

"It's silly really," I say embarrassed. "Remember how I said my mom used to move us around a lot when I was younger?" he nods. "We didn't stay in one place for very long; maybe a year if that."

"What would make her decide to move?"

"Sometimes it was because she wouldn't be able to hold onto a job, other times it was because she met someone who convinced her that wherever they were was better, but most of the time I think she just got bored. I quickly learned there was no point in setting up my bedroom; we often left before I really even unpacked. So I started drawing pictures of the room; I would design the bedroom I was in but on paper. As I got older, the designs became more in depth. I would add pictures of pillows, or colors that I found in magazines to the drawings. By high school I taught myself how to transfer those images onto a computer so I could manipulate furniture and have an actual image of the room."

"Wow…Ana that's impressive."

"It's not really," I argue. "It was something to do."

"That you taught yourself," he points out. "Look at how far you've come because of what started out as a hobby. I love vision you have for our new house and I know the clients you've worked with so far love what you've done for them."

"I like designing. I like taking that image that people have in their minds and watching it become a reality. And this place," I look around at the open space before us. "This…this is what I always wanted and never had. I would have loved to pick out paint colors or kitchen cabinets for my mom; but she never saw the point since we were always moving. I was shocked when she bought the house in Georgia; she swore she was done moving. I was going to wait and see how long she lasted there; I promised myself that if she stayed two years I would redo one of the rooms in the house for her."

"I'm sure she would have loved anything you designed."

"I think she would have and I would have loved to have done it for her. If she would have stayed there long enough to enjoy it after it was done."

"We're going to stay here as long as you want Ana," he leans in and kisses me. "You'll be the only one to decide if we move some place else. Although I have to say, I don't think we could find a place that will top this one once you work your magic. Your design has me wanting to move in right now."

"Me too," Taylor chimes in from the living room. I hadn't even heard him come in; I quickly go to help him with the bags and tray of coffee cups in his hands. We all settle back down on the dining room floor to have our breakfast.

"I can't wait to move in here permanently," Taylor says. "Between the kitchen and the bedroom, this place will be perfect."

"Don't forget the bathroom," Christian smirks.

"It's going to be so different than what we've been used to," I point out.

"Yes but in a good way," Christian smiles.

"We'll have to have everyone over once the work is all done," Taylor suggests. "It might still be warm enough to grill outside, but even if it's not we can have everyone over inside."

"OH! I need to call Kate! I can't believe I forgot to call her!"