Rosalie: I love you too. I know you are. He struggles as well, but I have faith in you guys.
Cole: I can’t wait to meet our new baby. What should we name him?
Rosalie: I don’t know. Why do you think it’s a boy?
Cole: I just have a feeling, baby. So what are we naming him?
Cole: Dom had his twins tested before they were born, so they knew who the dads were. We can do that. It’ll give Anson a head start if it does turn out to be his. But it’s not, so I’m not worried.
Rosalie: You’re so confident. I love it.
Cole: Mm, baby, you know it. I would like to name the baby August Alexander if he’s a boy, and Isla Rose if it’s a girl, after my sweet Rosebud.
Rosalie: You’re such a smooth talker.
Cole: Only for you, Rosebud.
Rosalie: I really like those names. You have my vote.
Cole: Hell yeah. What names did Anson want?
Rosalie: He likes Kyren Alessandro for a boy and Gracie Ray for a girl.
Cole: Damn. I like those too. Figures.
Rosalie: He’s a good man. You’ll learn to love him.
Cole: Probably. I don’t hate him. He’s just… got a big cock and makes you moan. I guess that bothers me.
Rosalie: So do you.
Cole: Fuck yeah, I do, baby.
He sent her a picture of his dick, fully erect.
I swallowed as I stared at her return picture. Almost naked. Fucking beautiful. She had a tattoo on her hip in the front with Anson’s name on it. Her other hip had a little fox on it that said Evan. I assumed Klaus’s name was somewhere on her body.
Her tits looked incredible in her pink lacy bra. Definitely bigger than I remembered. She was so toned and in shape. She left her face out of the photo, but her red curls cascading around her definitely let me know it was her. Tiny pink panties covered her pussy.
Fuck. My dick was hard as I stared down at the image. I knew I shouldn’t be looking, but I couldn’t stop. She’d once been mine. If things had worked out, she’d be Mrs. De Luca, and that baby in her belly would have been mine.
Fuck, it hurt.
I sent the picture to myself before deleting the evidence of doing so from Cole’s phone, and breathed out.
I was hurting my own feelings, but fuck it. I was too drunk to give a fuck right then.
I didn’t bother reading the rest of Cole’s messages, really, but I noted they were planning for him to go back out to her.
The happiness Cole felt at getting what he always wanted should have been what I felt, but instead, I felt anger. Jealousy. Hopelessness.
And to know Anson had his fucking cock against Cole’s and they’d kissed made all those feelings magnified. He’d gotten Cole off. I could do that too.
Cole and I had always been best friends who pushed one another.
Now I was even losing that.
But I wanted to be happy for him. I was conflicted.
