Page 96 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

I slowly rub my hands over my face as I stare up at the ceiling, my mind now focusing on the guilt I feel about how I talked to Marcus today. He’s so kind and caring, and he just wants to look after me.

But all of the attention from him and the others stresses me out. It’s like every move of mine is watched, and they’re just waiting for me to mess up so that they can correct me and put me back on track. Now that they know their baby is inside of me, they’re not going to let up on that.

And now I feel like a jerk for complaining about their attentiveness and care.

I roll onto my side to face the nightstand that my phone is on. I could text them and tell them to come over. We could talk and establish some boundaries.

But what’s the point in doing all of that when the results are coming soon and they could change everything?

I don’t see Marcus or Jackson running for the hills if the baby is theirs, but I’m not completely optimistic about Tyler. I’ve never seen him so shaken up and anxious before, and we’ve barely spoken to each other.

I grab my phone and pull up his contact, my finger hovering over the call button. Or maybe I should text first and see if he’s awake. Maybe it’s rude to call first.

I flinch when I hear a light knock on my door, my eyes flying to that direction to see a break in the light reaching under my door from the lit hallway. Did I somehow conjure him?

I switch on the lamp on my nightstand and get out of bed, my feet aching in protest as I make my way to the door. When I unlock it and open it, I face one of the last people that I would’ve expected.

“Sarah.”

A tiny smile appears on her face as she stands out in the hallway in her light pink, satin pajama set. Her hair is still wrapped around a heatless curl rod that arches over her head.

I’d laugh if the circumstances were different.

“Did I wake you?” she whispers.

I shake my head as I wrap my arms around myself. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either,” she admits as she shifts restlessly on her feet. “I haven’t been able to since I learned the news.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip as we stare at each other. If she hadn’t said anything to Ryan about what she overheard, maybe all of this could be avoided.

No, Derek would’ve said something if she hadn’t. She just sped things up.

Yet I can’t bring myself to be furious with her, especially when her face is clouded with guilt.

“What are you doing here? I mean, I’m glad to see you, but I haven’t heard from you at all,” I ask her.

“I came to talk,” she replies. “I should’ve come sooner, but…things have just been really chaotic lately.”

That’s an understatement. She has no idea how crazy and unexpected the past weeks have been for me.

I open the door wider and step to the side, letting her come inside. We gravitate to the bed and sit down together like we’re just having any other conversation, our legs crossing as we face each other.

Sarah picks at a loose thread in her white fuzzy sock. “I’m sorry that I went straight to Ryan instead of talking to you first. It’s just kind of complicated, you know? You’re my best friend, but…”

“Ryan is about to be your husband. It makes sense for you to pick him first,” I sigh.

It was weird at first when my brother started dating my best friend. I guess I kind of saw it coming because they got along so well and had that unmistakable spark. Part of me was worried that I would totally lose Sarah because she would focus mostly on Ryan.

But we still stayed close.

And I wasn’t angry at Ryan for choosing to date her instead of literally anyone else.

I just wish he would react the same to me being with the guys.

Granted, there are three of them, and one of them got me pregnant, but the principle is still the same.

He dated and is getting married to my best friend, and I have feelings that get deeper and deeper for his best friends.