Page 26 of Breaking Hudson

“Okay…”

“I am more than likely pregnant,” I say, handing him the test. He stares at it for a second before tossing it on the counter and picking me up in a hug. I giggle when he spins me around.

“How is Hudson taking it?” I ask.

“Good. He knew it was a possibility and he’s just trying to work through his possessiveness,” I say.

“Yeah, he apologized to me last night after you fell asleep,” he says as he sits me on the counter. “He has never had to share you, but he wants to share you with me.”

“Yeah. It’s a bit comical to see him go back-and-forth, but he always ends up enjoying watching you fuck me,” I laugh. “We have to tell the others eventually.”

“Yeah. Let’s confirm either way, and then we can sit down with everyone,” he says.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you too,” he says, smiling brightly. “I did not expect that.”

“I’m sure you didn’t. Hudson asked me if I did, and I finally let myself admit it. I wanted you to know.”

“Hey,” Hudson says as he comes into the kitchen. “Tell him?”

“I did,” I smile. “You gonna tell him?”

“Tell me what?” Dallas asks.

“I am done being possessive over her with you. You deserve the same access as I do. I will not stand in the way of you doing what you want with her,” Hudson says.

“So, you could stand there and watch me fuck your wife without intervening?” Dallas challenging him with a smile.

“Yeah,” he chuckles.

“Hmm,” Dallas says, smiling at me.

“Think we can save fucking the life out of me for after the doctors office?” I ask with a laugh. “If I am sore when they do that vaginal ultrasound, it will suck.”

“That’s true. That would be mean,” he laughs. “I’ll be nice. I’ll make Hudson sit beside us when I fuck you.”

“Which means I end up getting fucked by both of you,” I laugh. “You would not deny me that pleasure.”

“She’s gotcha there,” Hudson grins.

“I have no willpower with you,” Dallas chuckles. “Let’s go. We can get food on the way home.”

“Mrs. Mulder?” the nurse calls. I stand up, followed by Hudson and Dallas joining me. The nurse looks confused, but she doesn’t say anything. I follow her back and she does routine checks like blood pressure, weight, temperature, and finally a urine test. Once all of that is complete, she puts us in an exam room.

“Why do you look like you are going to pass out?” I ask humorously.

“Hmm? Nope. I’m good,” Hudson says.

“You sure?” I ask, laughing.

“I am realizing if you are pregnant, I’m going to see a child come out of you,” he says.

“That’s how pregnancy works,” I say.

“No, I know. I just don’t like seeing you hurting.”

“Understandable,” I shrug.

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