He catches the pillow one-handed. “You love it.”
“Unfortunately.”
Ghost tugs me closer. “Come here.”
I shift toward him, and he pulls me into his lap. His hands settle on my hips, careful of my stomach.
“You smell like wind and sunshine,” he murmurs against my neck.
“I smell like exhaust and sweat.”
“That too.” He nips my earlobe. “But mostly sunshine.”
Ash moves behind me on the bed. His hands skim up my sides, fingers finding the hem of my shirt. “Can I?” he asks.
I nod.
He pulls my shirt over my head slowly. Reverent. Like unwrapping a gift.
Cool air hits my skin, and I shiver. My bra is simple—black cotton, nothing fancy. But the way all three of them look at me, you’d think I was wearing lace and silk.
“Beautiful,” Ash says quietly.
Titan moves closer, kneeling on the floor in front of me. His huge hands span my thighs. “You know what I love about you being pregnant?”
“What?”
“You glow. Like you’ve got a light inside you.” His thumbs stroke circles on my skin. “Makes me want to put another baby in you the second this one’s out.”
I laugh and shove his shoulder. “Absolutely not. One is plenty.”
“For now,” he teases.
Ghost’s lips brush my shoulder. “Ignore him. He’s delusional.”
“Hey,” Titan protests. “I’m romantic.”
“You’re insane,” Ash corrects.
“Same thing.”
I lean back against Ghost’s chest and look up at him. “How are you really?”
His expression softens. Just barely. “I’m good. Promise.”
“You’d tell me if you weren’t?”
“Yeah.” He kisses my temple. “I would.”
I believe him. Ghost doesn’t lie. Not to me.
Titan stands and strips off his shirt. His chest is a canvas of tattoos and scars. Battle-worn and beautiful.
“You just gonna sit there all night?” he asks Ash. “Or you gonna help me out here?”
Ash smirks. “Depends. You gonna be patient?”
“Fuck no.”
