“Long enough.” River reached out and cupped the back of my head, swooping down to kiss me. The caress was filled with an aching feeling, so tender it made my heart break. He pulled back, his nose touching mine. “Missed you,” he murmured softly, then grabbed Huey from my arms.

While he made baby noises, Rigby tugged me into his body. He encompassed me so completely in his arms, and I sank against his chest. He kissed the top of my head, then my temples, and then tilted my head back so he could give me a searing kiss that I felt down to my toes.

“You feel so fucking good.” Lifting me into his arms, he buried his face into my neck. “If I wasn’t starving, and it didn’t smell so damn good in here, I’d take you upstairs and show you how much I missed you,” he purred.

My whole body flushed hot. He kissed me once more, his tongue pushing between my lips until it was basically a promise of what was to come. Then he pulled away and slid me down his body, one hard muscle at a time.

I wasn’t going to survive these men, I knew it, but I was too stupid to care. I wanted what they were offering. I wanted it so bad that I wasn’t going to deny myself, like I normally would. I wanted the happiness they promised, and I didn’t care about what I should do.

I looked at the clock. “Devan should be home soon. Do you want me to put Huey down or…”

River held the baby closer, blowing raspberries on his cheeks. Yeah, that shouldn’t have been hot, but it did something primordial to my ovaries. Pretty sure they just exploded. “Nah, I’ve got it. Let’s go get you ready for bed,” he said to Huey in a high, sing-song voice that still managed to be gruff.

Rigby grinned, his arms still around me. “I’ll make his bottle and bring it up when I drop my shit in my room.”

I’d gotten lucky somewhere. It was hard to think that after the year I’d had, but these guys, they made it so much easier than it would have been.

Rigby herded me into the kitchen, and I took a moment to get the bread out of the oven before it turned into a crouton. I also pulled out the beef stew, which was now smelling amazing.

When I spun back around, Rigby was watching me closely. “What?”

“Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?” he asked softly, and I nodded immediately.

“Of course. But you know, you don’t have to take me on dates.” This wasn’t a conventional courtship. This wasn’t a case of wooing me into something more.