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But I can’t say any of that, so I just shake my head and cry harder.

Grant stands and helps me up. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we’re having this conversation properly.”

He guides me back to my room. Helps me wash my face and rinse my mouth. Sits me down on the bed and hands me water.

Then he texts someone.

Five minutes later, Donovan and Kai appear in my doorway.

“Is she okay?” Kai asks immediately, crossing the room to kneel in front of me. “What happened?”

“She’s pregnant,” Grant says simply.

Silence.

I can’t look at any of them. Can’t see their reactions. Can’t handle whatever disappointment or anger or confusion is about to come.

“Holy shit,” Kai breathes. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” My voice is barely audible.

“That’s incredible!” He’s grinning now, that reckless joy spreading across his face. “We’re having a baby?”

“We don’t know if it’s just one,” I manage. “Could be more than one with—with all of you?—”

“Even better.” Kai looks at his father and brother. “This is amazing.”

“It’s not amazing.” I’m crying again. “It’s a disaster. I can’t have a baby. I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Donovan’s voice is calm but firm. He moves to sit beside me on the bed. “What’s the actual problem here?”

“The problem is I’m not ready for this. I didn’t plan this. I don’t even know whose—” I gesture helplessly.

“Does it matter?” Grant asks.

“Of course it matters!”

“Why?” He’s watching me with those gray eyes that see too much. “The baby will be ours. All of ours. That’s how this works.”

“But I don’t know how to be a mother. I don’t know anything about raising kids.”

“I had no idea what I was doing when Donovan was born,” Grant says. “I figured it out. You will too.”

“We’ll figure it out together,” Donovan adds. “That’s the whole point.”

Kai is still kneeling in front of me, his hands on my knees. “This is good news, Sam. I know it’s scary, but it’s good news.”

They’re happy. All three of them are genuinely happy about this.

Donovan is already pulling out his phone, searching for something. “We need to get you prenatal vitamins. And schedule a doctor’s appointment. When’s the last time you saw an OB?”

“I haven’t. I just found out two days ago.”

“Then we’ll get you in this week. The estate doctor can refer us to someone good.” He’s typing notes. “You’ll need to start taking folic acid immediately. And we should look into dietary changes.”

“The nursery can go in the room next to mine,” Grant says. “It has the best light and it’s close enough that we can hear if the baby needs anything at night.”

“We should probably get more than one crib,” Kai adds. “In case it’s twins. Or we could rotate rooms. I don’t mind having the baby in my room sometimes.”