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And I have no clue what to do with it.

They've been back for a while now, and I can smell the dinner they brought home. However, even though I know they won't pressure me to make any kind of decision, I can't bring myself to face them.

But hiding in the room isn't going to solve my problem either.

Fudgestickles. This isn't going well, is it?

There's a soft knock on the door, but no one opens it this time to peek inside.

"Sugarplum, I'm going to leave your food here at the door. If you want to join us, you're more than welcome."

Kaz's soft voice soothes more than I'd like to admit. Maybe even enough to help give me the push I need to face them. Even though I still have no freaking clue what the heck I'm going to say.

Getting up and taking those steps to my bedroom door terrifies me. The butterflies in my tummy flutter around like mad when I bend over to pick up my food. The closer I get to the lounge, the harder it is to take those steps, but this one time, I'll need to be a big girl. After that, I can leave it up to them.

My heart pounds as I stand in the doorway of the dimly lit room where Brennan and Kaz sit, quietly talking while pecking at their plates of food. They've set out some mood lighting, and I don't know if the candles were lit in case I chose to join them or for their own ambience.

The flickering candlelight casts shadows across their faces, adding to the gravity of the conversation about to take place.Taking a deep breath, I step inside, nerves tingling with anticipation and apprehension.

It's impossible to decipher their expressions as they notice me walking into the room. I feel the weight of their gazes, intensifying the moment's seriousness. It's a scary moment because I'm on the cusp of getting everything I've ever wanted in my entire life, but maybe I will bite off a little more than I can chew.

Who am I kidding? I saw their rods. They are packing more than I can cheworcomfortably fit in.Anywhere.

Pushing away thoughts of their impressive salamis and where they can get stuffed, I bring my focus back to the scary conversation we need to have.

"Sugarplum, you ready to talk, or are we just having dinner?" Kaz asks.

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I can be brave. "Talk. But we can eat first."

"How about we talk and eat? Do a bit of multitasking so we have something to help distract us?" Kaz's eyes soften as he reaches out to tap the spot on the couch next to them.

"And whatever you decide," Brennan adds, smiling reassuringly, "We'll be okay with it."

I sit, feeling the warmth of their presence even though they're on a different couch. The Little in me really wishes I could have squeezed myself in between the two of them, but the chair isn't big enough, and my ass is definitely too big to make it work.

Despite the tension in the air, I find an odd sort of comfort in their presence, but I know the weight of their expectations might soon overshadow that comfort.

"Zelda, sweetums," Brennan begins, his tone soft yet firm. “Have you considered our offer?"

"Uh-huh," I respond, looking down at my plate instead of them.

"Have you come to a decision?" He tries again.

My eyes peek up at them quickly before zapping back down again. My heart is beating so fast that it's going to climb right out of my chest any minute now. And even with the nerves flying through me, I still can't stop imagining them in each other's arms only a short time ago.

Nodding quickly, I take a deep breath, knowing they'll probably want a verbal answer, too. "Yes." The word is so soft, barely even a whisper, but it's all I can manage.

"You need to be sure, sugarplum," Kaz warns me, but he's leaning forward now as if his very existence depends on my answer.

His words hang in the air, a silent invitation and a challenge all at once.

My heart flutters in time with the butterflies, the mixture of fear and excitement coursing through me. This is my moment. The one I've been waiting for. I just need to be brave enough to accept their offer.

"I..." I hesitate, a myriad of conflicting emotions swirling within me. "I accept."

Brennan's gaze softens, a hint of relief washing over his features. "Are you sure, sweetums? This is a huge commitment. We're asking a lot from you."

I meet his gaze with unwavering determination. "I'm sure. I don't know you two well yet, but I feel like I can trust you. With everything that's happened over the last couple of days, it's been clear that you're good, kind guys, and maybe even the type of guys I normally like."

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