Page 71 of Bonding the Band

They slotted together perfectly.

I stood back and watched them with a smile, happily chewing on my ice and chocolates as they tightened the last few screws.

When they were finished, we all took a step back. Beckett looked at the completed changing table with wide eyes before bursting into loud laughter, bent at the waist, unable to contain himself. “Goddamn! We spent the last hour trying to put that thing together, and you’re telling me that all we needed to do was turn a hunk of wood around?”

Phin shook his head. “We really aren’t builders, are we?”

“You are,” I said. “Look at everything you did in here! It’s beautiful.”

Beckett dropped an arm over my shoulders. “You really like it?”

“Iloveit.”

“You’re welcome to change it in any way you want. I just wanted you to have a good base to work off.” He hummed,kissing the top of my head in a gesture that made my brain go mushy.

“You have to check out the closet! It’s fully stocked.” Phin bounced in place, and the second I made a move toward the closet doors, he leapt across the space to swing them open for me. “All the onesies with little instruments on them were my doing!” he declared happily. “We foundwaytoo many cute baby things and couldn’t resist.”

Beckett was back right at my side as I poked through the clothing, and I leaned into his embrace.

“This baby is going to learn to play an instrument before they can even write with a family like this.” I chuckled.

Phin beamed. “You laugh, sweets, but we’ve already been looking at miniature instruments for the little nugget! They’re going to take the world by storm with their skills if we have anything to say about it.”

Beckett hummed. “Imagine a toddler on tour with us with a mini guitar. I can’t think of anything more adorable.”

“Wouldn’t a baby on tour cramp your style?” I asked, raising a brow.

“Never!” Phin said. “Though we’ll have to talk to Gary about what to do once the baby’s born. I don’t know about the others, but I don’t think I’m going to want to be away for longer than a day or two.”

“I agree. We can focus on albums for a while, only local shows, and save the tours for later,” Beckett said, before tapping my shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

“It’s, like, three in the morning,”

He shrugged. “So? I’m starved, and I make a mean grilled cheese.”

At the mention of grilled cheese, my stomach let out a loud gurgle, making the guys burst out into laughter.

“Let’s go feed you, sweets.”

I sat on the kitchen island while Beckett made grilled cheese sandwiches and Phin sliced the cheese, feeding me little pieces of it.

Cheese to a pregnant woman was like rain to a shrub. I needed it.

“Another?” Phin asked, holding out a small cube.

Grinning, I opened my mouth. He popped the delicious snack onto my tongue and watched me with a different type of hunger while I swallowed.

“Get back to work, Phin.” Beckett laughed, flipping a sandwich.

“But it’s so much more fun feeding her,” Phin whined, his smile never slipping.

This close, I couldn’t help but admire his face. His smile was basically ever-present and gave him a touch of a baby face, even with his sharp jawline and gorgeous hazel eyes. I didn’t know if it was the late hour, but something made me feel bold. Leaning forward, I placed a quick kiss on his lips, so soft it was almost a whisper, before leaning back, suddenly shy and finding it difficult to meet his eye.

My gaze was firmly on my lap when a hand lightly cupped the side of my neck. Phin turned me to face him, stepping forward so he was between my legs. He smiled down at me, leaning in for a much longer, almost lazy kiss. His vanilla and black tea taste made my entire body hum with happiness and desire.

Curling my fingers into his shirt, I pulled myself flush with him, surrendering to the kiss. Instinctually, my legs wrapped around his waist, and there was no missing the feel of his hardness through my thin sleep shorts. Though Phin moved slowly with the kiss, it was deep and thorough, melting my brain and forcing a long, low moan past my lips as he swept his thumb down the column of my throat. God, if he fucked anything like he kissed, he was going to ruin me.

The sound of the frying pan had stopped as Beckett paused what he was doing to watch us. That should have embarrassed me, but something about the prospect of being watched made my neediness ramp up.

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