Page 60 of Agony of Our Regret

I glanced from her to the screen and back. “You can tell?”

“If baby wants to cooperate today. We’d have to check.” She didn’t move the wand away from the foot.

“We’re planning on waiting,” I finally answered. I couldn’t find out without Gavin and Luca.

“But––” Sky started before Noah nudged him.

“Why don’t I finish taking some measurements and see if we can even find out today? If I can, I’ll note it but won’t say anything. Then if you want to know, all you have to do is ask.” Stacy gave me a smile when I agreed.

“Don’t look,” I told the guys.

“As if I know what I’m looking at,” Noah scoffed.

Sky had a harder time tearing his eyes away. “I probably could.”

Stacy quietly laughed.

“This isn’t my first time, and I can barely tell the difference between the baby and the rest of my uterus,” I countered.

That got all of them laughing while Stacy clicked and typed. She offered me a towel. “I’ve got all I need. Get cleaned up, and I’ll send your doctor in.”

“Thanks.” I waited until she was gone before wiping the goop from my skin and standing up to close my pants.

“That was so cool.” Sky took the towel and put it in the used bin.

Noah shook his head. “It’s one thing when it’s your siblings, but it’s a whole new level when it’s yours.”

I sucked in a breath.His?

Sky nodded. “It was so cool to see yours and Vince’s mom bring those back, but this is something else.”

They both thought of this baby as their own? Already? They barely had a week to accept this news, and they were already on board?

“It doesn’t bother you?” I asked. “Not knowing who the biological father is?”

They shared a look, and Sky replied, “I don’t know who my bio dad is.”

“Me either,” Noah agreed.

“That doesn’t change anything. They’re all our dads whether we share DNA. They raised us, cared for us, loved us.” Sky shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and I let out a breath that seemed to lift a boulder from my shoulders.

“Ave.” Noah knelt in front of me. “We love you. We love the baby. That’s all that matters to any of us.”

He loved me? Still?

“That’s the first time you’ve said that.”

His brows furrowed. “That we love the baby?”

“Well, yes. That too.”

His confusion grew. “Who the dad is doesn’t matter?”

I shook my head. “No, that you love me.”

“That’s definitely not the first time I’ve said that.” He frowned, but I nodded.

“Since I saw you in the Philippines. You didn’t say it on the phone or when we texted.”

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