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“He probably wants to finish eating.” Katy held out his half-finished bottle, but I backed away, holding my son out to her instead.

“Can you please? I don’t know what I’m doing. How am I ever going to do this?”

“Every new parent feels the same. That’s how I felt the first time the nurse handed Katy to me. But you’ll learn. And to help you out tonight, Katy can stay with you, showing you everything.”

I stared down at the girl—woman—in front of me. One who studiously avoided my eyes as she plucked Liam from my arms. The moment they were empty, I reached out, placing my hand on her forearm which was wrapped around my son. “Thank you.”

She glanced up at me before dropping her gaze back to Liam, but not before I saw a multitude of conflicted feelings in them. Ones I caused. And if I had any hope of keeping this this amazing woman in my life, I needed to make it right, needed to talk with her without her mother’s presence. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one who thought the same.

“Marie, if you can show Jarrod and I where all the items are, we’ll gather them up and bring them over to the house while Peter brings Katy and Liam over.”

“That sounds fine. I’ll bring over some supper later, too since you’re just getting back and probably didn’t have anything planned. And Peter”—I moved my focus from Katy to her mom—“make sure you pack up some sandwiches for Katy to eat. She hasn’t been eating or sleeping much with the baby here.”

“Will do, Marie. You know we’ll take care of her.”

Marie’s eyes narrowed and her mouth grew tight as her gaze bounced between Jarrod, Jason, and me. “See that you do. I’m trusting you.”

I couldn’t stop the instant fear if I tried.What exactly did Marie know or suspect?

9

Jarrod

Ipoured myself a shot of whiskey before heading to our bedroom. Despite the earlier words of wisdom by Jason about cleaning and putting away all the items we took with us on our weekend getaway, Jason and I’d emptied the truck, dumping it all in the garage to be dealt with later while Peter relearned how to diaper a baby and settle one down for a nap. This had all been accomplished after we set up the baby supplies—and there was more than Marie had listed—in Katy’s old bedroom—now nursery.

We’d talked Katy into laying down and taking a nap on the bed. It hadn’t taken a genius to see how tired she was and since Liam was freshly fed, diapered, and sleeping, it only made sense for her to sleep as well… even if we—meaning mainly Peter—needed to talk with her. First, she needed sleep, then we’d talk. Together. All four of us.

It was strange to think there was a baby, Peter’s son, in the house. I know we’d talked about Peter having a kid while we were away, but really, it had been an abstract idea. We’d talkedmore about how to deal with Debbie, his baby momma, if she ever came back and if Peter wanted to have visitations with the child. But never had we discussed or even thought of having a baby living with us full time.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” Jason flopped onto the large bed. Unlike me, he held a bottle of water, I guess I was the only one who needed a little belt of courage.

“Yup.” I drained my glass, placing it on the dresser by the door as I hoped one was enough. Thoughts swirled through my head. They’d been constant since Katy told us what happened. At first, they’d been centred on Debbie and her abandoning her baby before morphing into how good Katy looked with a baby. Anything to keep from thinking about the bigger issues of what having a baby in our house would mean for us and how this would affect Katy because it was easy to see that knowing Peter had a baby had rattled her.

“Guys, I’m really sorry. I can’t even begin to express how pathetic I feel.” Peter dropped his head into his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. “This is all my fucking fault. Why couldn’t I have kept my dick in my pants? And Katy… it had been hard enough to work up the courage to tell her about the possibility, but now, now I have to explain the whole mess after the fact, after she already found out from someone else.”

“Hey,” I sat down beside him, wrapping my arm around him. “You made a mistake. We’re not perfect. She knows that. But now you’re stepping up, you not avoiding or denying anything. You’re dealing with the consequences. That’s something she’ll respect.”

He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

I forced the corners of my mouth into a smile. “I really do.”

And I did. I just wasn’t sure what else she’d do.

“Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed me. His warm lips caressed mine as his stubble rasped against mine. Unlike before we became an official couple, this kiss wasn’t a battle for dominance. Instead, it was sweet, loving so I placed my palm against his cheek, holding him to me as I tasted him.

“Fuck me. That’s so hot watching you two like this. Sweet. Loving. Carnal.” The sound of Jason’s zipper sliding down had me smiling as I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue inside Peter’s mouth. Yet even as I lost myself in his lips, my brain wondered if this would be the last time we were all together like this.

How Liam came to be had been a sore spot between Jason and Peter. It’s why Jason pretty much left for the past year. He’d been pissed that Peter thought with his dick instead of thinking about Katy. Yes, he’d been upset that it resulted in Peter not being there to protect her from being sexually assaulted, but Jason knew—I hoped—that the assault wasn’t Peter’s fault. He’d taken months to work through his anger and only the changes Peter made in his life, his coming out about our relationship and his sexuality had shown him that Peter wasn’t the same guy. Now Liam was here. A very visual reminder of all those things and I worried that Jason wouldn’t be able to handle it, breaking up the relationship between him and Peter. If that happened, I didn’t know what I’d do. It’d been hard enough on me when they’d been rocky, but I’d ultimately known that they’d work things out.

Now I wasn’t so sure.

Peter’s hands roamed over my body, sliding under my shirt. Another set of hands—Jason’s—lifted it, pulling it up until my kiss broke to allow the shirt to fly over my head. As Peter rolled and pulled my nipples, Jason pressed his naked chest against my back, rubbing his nipple piercings against me while he worked at removing Peter’s shirt.

Fuck. Were we really doing this now? While Katy slept on the other side of the house with Liam? I guessed we were since Peter left my nipples, trailing the pads of his fingers down over my abdominals before flicking open the button on my shorts.

“I need you. Need you both. Need the connection to know that having Liam here won’t change this, won’t change us,” Peter spit out between licks and nibbles down my throat.

He pulled my hard cock from my shorts as Jason fisted his hair, pulling his face away from my body before his mouth could move any lower. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My need to have my cock buried in someone riding me hard.

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