So with the thought of my princesses care spurring me on I enter the weird ass den of the medical subway gang.
Chapter thirty-seven
Isla
‘Well, well, well. Look what the breeze blew in.’ Luna chirps from her makeshift fort on the floor, distracting us from our questioning.
Apparently Luna was the first of the others to come back to this room before we arrived and it’s been like pulling teeth trying to get any information out of her.
Lucky for her, Eloise’s bed messed head shyly peeked through the door just in time to save her from the third degree. Eloise groans, attempting to smooth down her wild blonde hair as she shuts the door behind her.
‘Why are you on the floor?’ She sighs. ‘You know what I don’t want to know. I don’t know why I ask questions when it comes to you.’
‘Oh no you don’t.’ Luna leans on her elbow, propping herself up. ‘What happened with you and….’ She naps her fingers. ‘The buff brothers!’
‘They’re brothers?’ I ask as Fauna hoots a laugh.
‘You fucked two brothers?’ Liz chimes in from the corner of the room. Her tone more curious than judgmental.
I look her way, watching the dark horse as she inspects Eloise with something akin to amusement… or is it some fucked up sort of respect?
‘They aren’t actually related!’ Eloise huffs, plonking herself down between where Fauna and I are sprawled out on the sofa.
‘So you did fuck them,’ Fauna smirks and Eloise hides her face in her hands.
Luna’s practically buzzing with excitement as she starts pacing the length of their room.
‘Did you have… fun?’ I ask.
Eloise has had a hard time with it after what happened with that dickhead of a boyfriend she had, so it's nice to see her getting the attention she deserves. And from more than one man? Girl’s living most people’s dream.
Sheepishly, she peeks up at me and the twinkle in her eyes tells me all I need to know. It’s like the light has been switched back on and she’s finally alive again.
I grin like a Cheshire cat and squeeze her in for a hug.
‘Isla… you’re suffocating me.’ She chokes out, her words muffled by my chest.
I back off with a sorry.
My boobs have been growing nonstop recently; it’s unbelievable. None of my sports tops fit anymore and all of the bras Fauna brought back after one of her supply runs for us looklike they are about to break whenever I put them on. The four boob look isn’t a vibe and to make matters worse I’ve started to get a cheeky six boob going on when I wear some of them now.
Liam, of course, is having a field day with how big they’ve gotten. So much so, I've had to start batting him off of me whenever we’re doing a task.
We’re really taking this whole horny pregnancy thing to a new level. One second it's me climbing him like a starved animal, then the next it's him practically salivating over the way my body has changed over these past few months.
He’s been so complimentary, I haven’t had the slightest ounce of self-consciousness creep in since the second he touched me.
‘Yeah momma, those bad boys are out of control.’ Luna laughs as she mimes walking around with massive boobs.
‘I’m sorry, Isla, but they were so distracting last night.’ Fauna laughs, ‘I’m so jealous.’
My face heats as my friends continue to tell me how amazing I’m looking and I’m glad I’ve started to listen. My life is so much better now I’ve stopped brushing off their kindness.
‘Guys, stop,’ I fake-wipe away a tear. ‘You’re going to make my head massive.’
Luna momentarily stops her pacing. ‘Mine would be the size of the moon if I looked as sexy as you whilst eight months pregnant.’
The others hum in agreement and the door opens, revealing two giggling and very smiley girls — Amelia and Isabella.
