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The third reason was that we helped put her parents in a proper facility. With their consent, clearly. They’re in the best mental hospital money can afford, being treated by the best professionals out there.

Her family is far from her, but she hasn’t been lonely. Never.

We were always there, taking turns to stay with her at home for her morning sickness. Those were awful. Broke my fucking heart to be this helpless against every wave of nausea. Every sprint to the bathroom.

I’m not too proud to admit that, other than being torn about her pain, I was scared.

Sure, I’d learned a lot about women through Anne. What tampons to buy and what dress goes with what heels.

Throwing up and shaking and crying? I had no fucking clue what to do about that.

We were there, though, anyway, doing whatever we could. Came with her to every doctor’s appointment, all three of us. Showered and bathed her. Bought her a whole new wardrobe.

Anything, including a new workstation we had set in our living room. Despite our protests, she asked to keep working, and we couldn’t resist her.

Just like we couldn’t stop loving her.

We could never stop loving her.

Damien is the one who makes her laugh a second after she’s done throwing up.

Liam has researched everything there is to learn about pregnancies. Ordered in a million different pillows and vitamins.

I, other than tending to her every need, fret over what she eats. I thought our pantry and fridge were adequately filled before. We added a new fridge ever since we got the news about her pregnancy. More shelves have been installed in the pantry.

I’m there to make sure she has whatever she wants at every hour of the day.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mr. Langford.” Sadie’s face is flushed as she turns to Quinlan. “Ms. Palmer. I apologize, truly.”

“You couldn’t have known.” Quinlan’s face is even softer than before.

Her cheeks a deeper shade of pink. The color is back there after weeks of morning sickness. It’s finally over. The fire is back in her eyes as well. Her gray eyes are a stormy night as she trails her gaze over me, Liam, then Damien.

She’s done talking to Sadie.

She wants us. Our cocks and too many orgasms to count too, if I had to guess. She needs to come until she cries for us to stop. Until she’s delirious and panting. A beautiful mess.

Pregnancy hormones have another effect on her than just morning sickness and food cravings.

They’re making our Quinlan horny as fuck.

There’s a room in the back of the plane to take care of that for her. Jesus, for us. I need to have my cock inside of her.

We have another thing to give her. That’ll have to wait, even though I’m dying to start there. Except I can’t. She needs us to take care of her pretty pussy, so that comes first.

“Yes, but—”

“Leave us,” Liam quips. He sees what I do in Quinlan’s gaze.

“If you come back before the plane lands”—Damien’s expression is pure evil. He’s been letting this side of him out these days. Quinlan asked him that—“you’re fired, Ms. Mimosa.”

Sadie gasps. Who cares? I’m too engrossed in Quinlan’s tongue and its slow, seductive swipe along her bottom lip.

“What are you still doing here?” I stand to my full height.

She scurries out, gone in a matter of seconds.

I outstretch my hand to Quinlan. “You wanted something, Ms. Palmer?”

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