Monty glanced at him, then at me, looking suspiciously at ease.
“I haven’t thought of that.” Jordy’s voice rose in pitch.
Monty smiled, reached over my torso, and ran a hand down Jordy’s arm. The casual touch tugged at my heart. God, I loved seeing them being tender with each other.
“I thought about it while we waited for you,” Monty said. “I figured we’d have to call Hunter. We should do it now.”
“I do want kids,” I hurried to say. “And I’m already doubting my decision, and I know it’s the heat hormones talking. But I need time.”
“We all need time,” Monty said.
Jordy stared at us both. “Oh fuck,” he repeated.
“Chill, Orson.” Monty grinned. “We just have to get Laurel on contraceptives before the heat progresses. Let’s call Hunter.”
“I’ve already talked to him,” I said.
“You did?”
“Yeah, when the symptoms started, I freaked out and called him. I have some pills left from my last heat, and Hunter says it’s enough. I’ve taken the first one and set a timer for tomorrow. You just need to help me take them. I might forget or get confused or…too horny.”
Nodding, Jordy squeezed my hand. “Okay. Sure.” He looked relieved.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Spooked you, huh, alpha man?”
He grimaced, shaking his head. “I’m not…the best parent material. Not yet, anyway.”
“That’s bullshit,” Monty said breezily.
“Why?” I asked.
Jordy looked at Monty, his eyes pleading, and Monty smiled at him in encouragement.
Then Jordy brought my hand to his lips and kissed the palm.
“I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
The tension in him made me nervous in turn. I moved to sit up, only to realize I was going to soil the bed if I did.
“I need to shower first, I think.”
What Jordy did next had my heart skipping a beat. He smoothly moved his arms under me and lifted me from the bed. He’d carried me before, but now, as he cradled me to his chest, he pressed a small kiss to my nose.
Monty followed closely behind us.
“The door to the right,” I piped up. Monty moved to open it, and Jordy carried me inside and set me on the floor.
It had been great thinking on my part to demand an unreasonably huge shower stall. Both my bears fit.
Jordy set the temperature, and Monty began washing my back. I noticed them exchanging glances, Monty’s tender and Jordy’s still a little unsure. He seemed to be avoiding looking at Monty for too long.
But this was for keeps, right? That was what being fated meant. They could stay together while being with me.
I stood leaning against Monty’s chest, watching Jordy as he lifted his face against one of the two showerheads. He stood like that for a while, his chest heaving.
“Hey man,” Monty murmured, and reached around me to put his hand on Jordy’s shoulder. “You okay?”
Jordy rubbed his face with his hands and looked at us. His eyes seemed a little red, but it could have been because of the water.
