Page 66 of Single Mom's Bikers

“Fuck.”

My phone buzzes. Rose is calling. Probably to check on me. I silence it, not ready for her questions.

The bathroom mirror shows a woman I barely recognize. Memories crash over me again, but I shake my head, trying my best to ignore them. The brothers aren’t Luca. They love our girls fiercely and unconditionally. Never once suggesting they need anything different.

Still, doubts creep in. Three men sharing one woman is complicated enough. Add a baby—a baby that could be any of theirs…

I splash water on my face, trying to pull myself together. The tests go into my purse—evidence I’m not ready to share.

Back at the gallery, I get back to work, but I don’t miss Chase’s eyes on me.

He’s been watching me since the other day. He probably already knows I’m hiding something. I just got lucky during our last time together. Made him forget his questions with pleasure.

Nothing ever gets past his eyes, but I’m determined to keep the little life in my stomach a secret until I’m ready.

“You okay?” Chase asks just as evening starts to approach.

“Tired,” I say. It’s not a lie, just not the whole truth. “Long week.”

He studies me too carefully. “If you need anything…”

“I know.” I kiss him quickly, escaping before he can ask more questions.

The day finally ends. I watch my men lock up.

“Dinner at ours?” Rick suggests. I don’t have a solid reason to decline. The girls are at Jamie’s for movie night. It’s beautiful to see how much we’re blending in.

At the same time, I should say no. I need time to process and to plan. Instead, I hear myself agree.

Their house smells like home. I help Zane with dinner while Chase sketches and Rick handles club calls.

So domestic. So perfect. So much to lose.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Zane observes, passing me vegetables to chop.

I force a smile. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

About the fact that I’m fucking pregnant, and it belongs to one of you.

“Nothing important.”

But later, watching them move around their kitchen, I can’t help comparing. Where Luca used family as a weapon, they make it a sanctuary. Where he demanded perfection, they celebrate chaos.

They love differently too—not just physically, though that’s part of it. They love with their whole hearts and their entire beings. They love our girls like they’re their own.

Like they’d love this baby.

The realization hits hard enough to steal my breath. Of course they would. These men who’ve given me everything—safety, family, belonging. Who have never asked for anything except honesty.

Something I’m failing at spectacularly right now.

“Evie?” Rick’s voice pulls me back. “You went somewhere.”

I meet his eyes, then Chase’s, then Zane’s. See worry in all their faces.

“I…” The words stick in my throat. Not yet. I’m not ready yet.

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