God, tonight’s been long for everyone.
“First thing in the morning, we’re setting up your appointments,” Bram says.
“Okay.”
“Can I tell my dad now?” I ask, hating that I’ve been holding this all in for a whole month. It’s felt like the secret has been wanting to explode out of me this whole time.
“I guess we’re going to have to tell my parents too,” Sloane says with a wince.
Both of the Alphas look like that wasn’t even on their radar and they’d rather stay at the hospital, but they both give Sloane a curt nod as we head home and try to go back to normal.
CHAPTER 42
Istare down at the oatmeal with complete disgust.
Bram sprinkles cinnamon on top, but it doesn’t do shit for me.
“This looks like prison food.”
“It’s not prison food, it’s healthy food,” Bram says.
I glance over at Max and Ethan, the two who are more likely to give into what I want, especially if my eyes well up just a little.
“Don’t even, Sloane,” Max says, looking away.
Dammit.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have told you till the baby was born so I could eat whatever I want.”
All the men blink at me.
“Okay, too soon for concealed pregnancy jokes. You know, a lot of people don’t even find out they’re pregnant until now?” I say.
“Eat your oatmeal,liefje.”
I smell the slop. Nope, absolutely fucking not.
My stomach whirls, and I’m jumping off the stool and running to the trash can where I throw up the water I drank that morning and what little was in my stomach last night.
Max rubs my back, and I hear him complaining to Bram.
Ethan comes over with a warm washcloth and wipes my face. Poor guy has been on morning sickness duty for too long.
“Maybe just let her eat what she wants in the morning. It’s when she usually gets sick.”
“Or all the time,” I say, closing the trash and going back to my stool and pushing away the affrontingbreakfast.
“Fine, for now until this passes,” Bram agrees.
Max and Bram share a look, and I wonder what they could possibly be conspiring in what little time they’ve had alone since last night.
“What?” I ask, happily eating my chips and dip first thing in the morning.
The baby has great taste.
“We have a few minutes before we leave for practice, but we wanted to discuss something with you, both of you,” Max says.
“Is this about how you two want to fuck each other but won’t?” I ask, scooping a hefty amount of dip on my chip.
