Page 52 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

Duke glanced between him and Mav. “You’re pregnant?”

Telos’ face burned. “It’s a theory. We don’t know.”

“Who’s the other dad?” Ace asked.

Raptor smacked the back of his head, but everyone’s eyes went to Mav.

Gods, had they heard Mav talk about breeding him? Telos straightened his shoulders and tried not to look embarrassed, but his burning face betrayed him anyway. No matter how good it had felt in bed, it still wasn’t dignified, admitting that you were less of an alpha than everyone else.

“The pregnancy is just a theory,” Telos said, changing the subject. “It’s only because my nipples are leaking, that we arrived at that possibility.”

“You should do a pregnancy test,” Crush said.

“I shouldn’t have symptoms this soon,” Telos hissed. “That’s abnormal all by itself.”

“How many days has it been since your... possible conception?” Raptor asked, purposefully obtuse.

“None of your business,” Telos growled. “You’re not my doctor.”

Duke nodded. “The only thing that matters right now is whether you’re pregnant, because of the possible risks you’ll have to take during the rescue.”

“I’ll get test kits!” Hadley flailed and rushed out of the suite excitedly. “Oh boy, these test kits need to bereallyspecial. I think I know what to do.”

“Don’t tamper with them,” Telos yelled after him.

In the kitchen area, Hilly-Billy snickered. “He won’t tamper with the part you pee on. But I think I know what he’s going to do.”

Dread crept up Telos’ spine. His brothers loved playing pranks; Hadley hadn’t had a chance to pull one since he’d shown up. “I don’t want to know, do I?”

Hilly-Billy waggled his eyebrows, handing him a bottle of formula. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Telos sighed. “Is everyone going to stick their noses in my business?”

“Yes,” they all chorused.

He couldn’t even bury his face in his hands, because he was holding the bottle for Estie. “Why is this happening to me?”

Hilly-Billy glanced pointedly between Telos and Mav. “You know why.”

Mav turned to Telos with a raised eyebrow; not that Telos had an answer to give him.

He sat down on one of the plush couches to continue nursing Estie. Mav and Crush went to the kitchen, where someone had brought in several bags of takeout for breakfast.

Telos focused on Estie—this was the first time he’d gotten to do something for her, without anyone interrupting him. She grasped the bottle with her little hands, suckling eagerly, and his heart swelled. He was doing something right.

After a while, Mav wandered over, setting a paper box and a drink on the side table next to Telos. “Food.”

Telos frowned. “What sort of food?”

“Scrambled eggs, bacon, fried mushrooms, hash browns, fried chicken, toasted English muffins.”

Telos’ eyebrows went up. Those were all things he enjoyed.

When Mav sat down next to him and opened his own box, Telos realized that his breakfast was completely different—French toast, breakfast sausages, yogurt, fruit, and a fried stack of canned meat.

Telos gagged. “You’re eating that crap meat again. And yogurt.”

Mav shrugged. “I like it.”

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