Page 112 of My Ex's Brothers

“I gotta run, though.” He leans over to kiss my syrup-laden lips. “See you later, Mamma Mia,” he says, before nodding to his brothers. “Later bros.” He waves, heading out the door.

“I should probably head out too,” Richie grumbles, his fingers sliding over my stomach. He squeezes me lightly. “Eat all your pancakes,” he grunts.

“Or what?” I shoot him a mischievous grin as I raise an eyebrow.

His gaze narrows at me and the smoldering look in his eyes makes me want to moan right here. I know that look. Or rather, I’m starting to.

“Bad girls don’t get rewards, Mia. Remember that.”

I pout and the hint of a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“Noted,” I say as I bite another pancake.

He kisses the top of my head and whispers in my ear, “Be good for Daddy. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I grin. “Okay.”

When he leaves, it’s just Dane and me at the counter with our pancakes.

“Can we uh…stop by the pharmacy so I can pick up my…pills?”

I watch as he stabs his stack of cakes, the way his hair falls in his face, the tightness in his forearms where his shirtsleeves are rolled up. He looks up at me for a moment, his expression shifting from happy to slightly melancholy.

And I know just with that one look, he wants this more than he’s willing to say.

He wants what Dex stole from him.

Me. A baby. A family.

“Sure,” he says solidly. “We can swing by after we pick up Lyla. Head to the café and then go for our walk.”

There are a hundred things I should say. I should tell him about my thoughts, the good and the terrifying. I should tell him I’m nervous the pills won’t matter because I might already be pregnant.

I should tell him that the thought of having another baby so soon gives me a lot of anxiety. But that the thought of having a baby withhimmakes my heart flutter.

I should tell him that the thought of having a baby while being in love with my ex’s brothers makes me want to have a heart attack.

Love.

Is that what this is? I’ve barely been home for two months at this point, and in the span of that time, I’ve gotten to know Dane, Tripp, and Richie in ways I never thought possible.

I’ve gotten to watch them open up to me. To my daughter.

Do I love them? The fact that I can’t say no makes my breath catch in my throat.

Maybe it’s just hormones.

Maybe it’s all the sex and my baby fever pitching to an all-time high.

But maybe it’s them. Maybe it’s Dane’s understated dominance or Richie’s open heart. Maybe it’s Tripp’s bright smile and childlike energy. Maybe it’s that here, in this house, with the three of them, I feel happier than I’ve ever felt in my life.

But I don’t say any of that. I only blink, nodding in agreement.

“Sounds good,” I say.

When we get to the Rose residence, I notice the black BMW almost immediately. I tense before reminding myself that Dexter Rose was not the first person and won’t be the last to drive a black BMW.

“You okay?” Dane asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

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