His eyebrow raises, and he smiles. “Holy hell! Didn’t think I’d see you two back together, but fuck is it good to see,” he chimes and then looks down at my stomach, raising his brow again, but saying nothing, even though I can see his mind ticking over.
“So, we’ve sorted our shit out. It’s taken us all day, but we need to talk to Lunar. Is she home?” Nate asks, and I tense up slightly, wondering what the fuck he has on his mind.
“Sure, come on in. Totally stoked about this, by the way. Glad to have you back, Zaria,” Danger says with a shit-eating grin.
“So glad to be back, you have no idea,” I reply as he waves his hand through the air and gestures for us to walk inside.
As I enter, it’s nothing like I imagined. I’m not sure what I was expecting—bachelor pad, rock and roll memorabilia everywhere, at least for it to be messy—but no, this is a home, as a family would live here. I’m a little shocked as I enter the kitchen and living area.
Danger chuckles, looking at me. “Not what you expected, huh?”
I shake my head and smile. “To be honest, no, not from you.”
He smiles. “I know, but this was Ryan’s home first, and we wanted to keep its charm. Plus, we kinda like that it has a homeyfeel. Especially now we’ll be getting married soon and having kids. We need to be respectable in some manner of the word,” he says, and I chuckle.
Nate rolls his eyes.
“We might beat you to the kids part,” I say.
Nate glances at me sideways like he’s shocked I’ve said anything. Danger and I had a good friendship when we were on the road, and I can tell he’s dying to know why I suddenly have a pot belly. So, I figure I may as well put him out of his misery.
He smirks and bumps Nate’s shoulder. “Anything you wanna admit to there, Nate?” Danger asks, and he looks at me, raising his eyebrow as if asking my permission. I nod, and he exhales, taking my hand as we lean against the kitchen counter.
“Ria’s pregnant—”
“Bullshit!” Lunar’s voice echoes from the top of the stairs. Thunderous steps boom as she races down the steps, wearing only a towel. Her hair’s hanging around her face in a frantic, tangled mess of wild wetness.
“Looking dashing there, Lunar,” Nate teases, and she throws up her middle finger at him, then wipes the dripping hair from her face.
“Is it true? Are you having Nate’s baby?” she asks, stepping up in front of me, the droplets of fresh water still visible on the tip of her nose as she stares me down.
“Yes, we’re having a baby,” I say, staring at her confidently.
She squints her eyes, her nose crinkles, and suddenly, her hands fly up in the air, and she screams. Her towel detaches from around her breasts and falls to the floor, leaving her dripping wet and utterly naked in front of me. I gasp, but she lunges forward, hugging me tightly. The warmth of her nude body surrounds me as the coldness of the water seeps through my clothing. She grips me so tight, swaying me from side to side, laughing.
“Oh my God, this is the best newsever,” she yells in my ear as the two guys laugh hysterically.
My arms dart out to my sides, not knowing where to put my hands on her naked body.
“Um… Lunar, you’re wet, and um… naked,” I say as she continues to laugh and hug me tightly, not giving a single fuck that Nate and I are seeing her in all her gorgeous glory.
“I don’t fucking care. I’m so happy for you guys. This news is mega exciting.” She pulls back and steps away from me, jumping around in a circle. Her boobs move up and down while squealing in excitement, and I try to hold in my laugh as I glance at Nate, who’s watching me with nothing but adoration in his eyes. It makes me melt that his eyes are firmly on me and not the naked beauty in front of me.
Fuck! I love him.
“Lunar, you’re fucking gorgeous, and I love you, but put some damn clothes on. I’m sure they wanna talk to you about something other than the baby,” Danger says.
She stops jumping and looks at him with a pout. “Aww… why don’t we all just take our clothes off? It’s far more comfortable that way?” she teases.
Danger rolls his eyes and moves over to slap her ass.
She pops onto her toes and growls at him, picking up her towel and sighing. “Fine, but I’m not putting on underwear.”
I laugh lightly and shake my head before Nate pulls me to his side, wiping a drop of water from my cheek. “That went well,” he murmurs.
“Not what I was expecting. At all.Actually, not sure what I was expecting. She kinda gives me whiplash.”
Nate nods. “Yeah, she has that effect on most people.”
