“When…” Ghost clears his throat. “When was your last period?”
My face heats. “Like six, seven weeks ago? I don’t know exactly. I don’t keep a calendar.”
Titan shifts his weight. “And before that, when did you—” He stops. Starts again. “How regular are you?”
“Jesus Christ, are we really doing this?” But I answer anyway. “Pretty regular. Every month. I missed one. That’s how I knew something was wrong.”
The math is sitting there between us. Unspoken but obvious.
Six weeks since my last period. Which means I got pregnant right around?—
“The cabin,” Ash says quietly.
Nobody responds. We all know.
“So it could be any of us,” Titan says.
“Yeah.” My voice cracks. “Or it could be Marcus.”
The temperature in the room drops twenty degrees.
“What?” Ash’s voice is dangerous now.
“He didn’t finish inside me. He pulled out. But there’s still a chance—” My throat closes up. I can’t finish the sentence.
Titan’s fists clench at his sides. Ghost’s jaw tightens. Ash looks like he’s about to put his fist through the wall.
“That piece of shit is dead,” Titan growls. “I’m going to?—”
“Titan.” Ghost’s voice cuts through the rage. “Not helping.”
“Like hell it’s not helping. If that bastard got her pregnant?—”
“Then we figure it out,” Ash says firmly.
I stare up at him. “You can’t mean that.”
“I can and I do.” His thumbs stroke my cheekbones. “This baby is ours. I don’t care whose DNA it has. It’s ours.”
“Ash—”
“He’s right,” Ghost says quietly. He moves to stand beside Ash, his hand finding the small of my back. “We’re raising this baby together. All of us.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” My eyes burn. “If it’s Marcus’s?—”
“Then it’s still yours,” Titan cuts in. He joins the other two, surrounding me with solid warmth. “And anything that’s yours is ours. That’s how this works.”
I can’t breathe. Can’t process what they’re telling me.
They want this baby. Even knowing it might not be theirs. Even knowing it could belong to the man who’s trying to destroy us.
They want it anyway.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper.
“What don’t you understand?” Ash asks.
“Why you’re not running. Why you’re not furious, why you’re just—” My voice breaks. “Why you’re making this so easy.”
