Goddess Of The Underworld (Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 176

Xavier.

POD

Moving furniture through a portal should’ve been easy, but apparently, portals don’t like rocking chairs. The damned thing folded sideways halfway through and nearly clipped Haiden in the head.

“Watch it,” he barked, ducking just in time.

“Maybe if you didn’t stand directly in the way,” Levi shot back, his jaw tight as he maneuvered a stack of shelves through like it was a delicate surgery.

Noah chuckled under his breath, arms full of curtains and bedding. “At this rate, the babies are going

to come before we finish this nursery.”

I steadied the crib frame in my grip and stepped through into the packhouse. The old guest room we’d cleared out was already humming with potential. The walls glowed faintly, touched by Envy’s magic, as if the house itself already knew it was making space for something new.

We placed the crib first, anchoring it against the far wall beneath the window. Sunlight spilled across the wood, catching on the delicate carvings Envy’s Mum had once picked out. I ran my hand over the railing, letting my fingers linger.

“This stays,” I said quietly. “It was meant for her once. Now we need three more here and another

three in the Underworld…”

Haiden grunted as he dropped the rocking chair in the corner and tested it with a shove. “Still

creaks. Figures.”

“We’ll fix it, and we’ll buy more stuff,” Noah said, already unwrapping the blankets and smoothing them across the mattress. Pale blues and soft creams, with tiny embroidered stars. “Feels right, though. Like it belongs here.”

Levi straightened one of the shelves, his usual precision written across every line of his face. “We’ll need another few sets of drawers, too. Four babies don’t exactly share clothes.”

I smirked. “Add it to the list. Along with a mountain of diapers.”

He groaned, already calculating in his head. “Gods help us.”

By the time the last box was carried in, the room had transformed. Curtains swayed gently in the

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breeze, shelves stacked with folded baby clothes, and the crib sat ready, waiting. I stepped back, crossing my arms as the others stood beside me. For a moment, the four of us were just men, just brothers, staring at the future laid out in wood and fabric and love.

“She’s going to love this,” Noah said softly.

“No,” I corrected, a smile tugging at my lips. “They’re going to love this. Every single one of them.”

Tommy and Aleisha came in shortly after, bringing three more cribs that I’d asked them to retrieve from storage, thanks to Mum hoarding everything of ours. And we began setting up the space for

three more babies.

Haiden

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