“One day at a time,” she whispered. “It’s not as if we’re having a baby tomorrow. Just keep talking to us, okay?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t call, but I wasn’t ready to talk last night. I needed time to process. And I didn’t want my mom to overhear. She’d only worry.”
“Keeping things to yourself might work with your mom. But don’t fucking hide your feelings from us because you think we’ll worry,” Beck insisted. “That bullshit won’t do any of us any good.”
“I know. But sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning. I don’t want to take you down with me.”
“Ever think that we’d just throw you a life jacket?”
Seth chuffed. “I’m so used to rescuing myself—and everyone around me.”
“Yeah?” Beck challenged. “Well, stop that shit. You have us.”
“Exactly,” Heavenly agreed softly, raising up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Seth’s lips.
He turned and took her in his arms, laying a desperate kiss over her mouth, lifting his head only when she was halfway to melting. “I missed you two so fucking much.”
Heavenly knew that look on his face. He needed her, needed to be with them. Bond with them. Become one with them.
“We missed you, too. Come on.” She took his hand and led him inside.
She and Seth checked on Hudson while Beck headed upstairs. The teenager was sprawled on his bed watching a sitcom in the dark.
Seth’s expression grew soft as he looked at his son. “Sleep well.”
Hudson nodded. “You, too.”
Afterward, she climbed the stairs toward their bedroom, Seth directly behind her. At the top of the landing, he swept her into his arms, his eyes heating when he entered and caught sight of the bed turned down. Beck stood waiting, already shirtless.
Slowly, Seth set her on her feet, letting every inch of her body slide down his, including his stiff cock. “I need you naked. Now.”
Instantly, Heavenly recognized his voice. Seth had gone into Dom mode.
She dropped her stare and kicked off her sandals. “Yes, Sir.”
“Faster. Then lay across the bed, pretty legs spread so we can see that pussy that belongs to us. Beck, why don’t you grab the rope?”
“Hell, yeah.” Beck strode to the closet, dissecting the urgency straining Seth’s voice. It matched the dominant energy pinging off his body.
The night they’d agreed to start a family, Seth had been so torqued up and impatient, he’d nearly ditched the bed and fucked Heavenly on the stairs. His mood now felt similar…but wilder, almost manic.
Beck completely understood why the guy was desperate to control something. He’d had an emotional reckoning in New York, then been blindsided by instant fatherhood the minute he’d returned to LA. But the edge—the demand—on Seth’s face gave Beck pause.
He shelved his concern for now.
BDSM toy bag in hand, he stalked to the bed as Heavenly peeled off her pale pink tee beneath Seth’s exacting stare. The big PI all but salivated as her breasts spilled from delicate lace. Beck set the bag near the bed and found himself following suit.
Heavenly glanced at the black duffel and blinked. “What’s that?”
“Our bag of tricks,” he quipped with a dirty smile.
“The fun kind.” Seth yanked the zipper open.
“Which we should have introduced you to months ago,” Beck drawled.
Heavenly raised on her tiptoes and lifted her chin, trying to peer inside.
“No peeking, little girl.” He swatted her ass playfully.
