He shrugged. “I could think of worse things.”
“Like what?”
“Like losing her.”
I choked out, “In what world does this work for you?”
“In a world where she doesn’t have to choose between us.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to keep up. “What are you implying?”
“Julius, you know exactly what I’m saying.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“What if she has us both?”
I chuckled. “You’ve lost your fucking mind.”
“No,” he firmly stated. “I think I finally found it.”
“No,” I mirrored his tone. “You’ve lost it.”
“Julius, what if she doesn’t choose you? Huh? What happens to you then? What happens to us? Our family?”
“What family, Kraven? You fucking sent me to jail, and now we’re not broth?—”
“You don’t have to reiterate, Julius. I know what happened. I’m just trying to think of a solution where we all win.”
“How do we win in not knowing who the father is? And what are you suggesting? A fucking three-way?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he just crossed his arms over his chest.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. My brain refused to process what he was saying.
Until I finally confirmed, “You want to share her.”
Kraven didn’t flinch. “I’m not giving her up. Are you? How far are you going to take this? You heard the doctor. She can’t have stress, so what? We’re going to all stand at opposing ends and fight till the death for her?”
“Kraven—”
“Stop acting like there’s only one way this can end.”
I laughed under my breath, but there wasn’t anything amusing about what he was proposing.
“With her choosing?” he challenged.
“Yes.”
“And if she doesn’t?” he fired back. “If she can’t choose?”
“She will.”
“You don’t know that.”
