Page 110 of Vegas Daddies

ALICE

I catchthe elevator two floors down from the ICU and head to my ultrasound appointment.

Lying down on a hospital bed feels weird.

I’ve only done it around Lifesaver, Match, and Brander. Never properly like this.

A tingling sensation spreads through me as the nurse lifts up my gown to expose my stomach.Muscle memory.I need sex right now to escape, not confirmation that the baby is healthy when Daddy has already got it in his head that I’m aborting the child.

My heart hurts at the thought.

Yesterday was like a movie, and not a nice one. Last night at three AM after several hours of tossing and turning and overthinking, Brander peeled back his comforter and allowed me into his bed. He big-spooned me the entire night, and it felt safe. His gigantic arms blocked out the entire world, and reality receded for a short few hours.

Daddy coming home yesterday to find all three of the bikersplusLevi all gathered around me in the family room wasn’t how I thought he’d find out about everything.

First up, I didn’t think he ever would.

But it’s even worse now.

He doesn’t approve.

“Everything okay, Alice? You look slightly worried,” Kayla, the ultrasound tech, says.

I swallow the lump in my throat and force a smile. “Yeah. All good.”

“You’re only three weeks so there isn’t an awful lot for us to do at this stage, but everything at the moment looks perfect. I imagine you’re getting excited?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Who’s the father?”

This will be the question of the dayevery daywhen the bump starts to form.

“Match, Brander, and Lifesaver.”

I take pleasure in seeing her face contort. I know the information that I have three boyfriends has already gotten around at work, but I imagine she thought that if I’m pregnant then that means I’ll surely be settling down with only one. After a moment of confusion, she decides to flash me a smile. She’s fighting hard to hide her surprise, but her eyes get the better of her, rising all the way to her hairline.

“Of course, I’m unsure which one it biologically belongs to, but all three will be fathers.”

“Like a Mama Mia situation?”

“Nope,” I say. “More of a…package deal.”

“Oh!” she says. “Lucky baby. I didn’t even have one father, and this little human gets three?”

Match, Brander, and Lifesaver will all make great fathers.

Assuming Levi’s plan pulls through, and none of them die.

A sharp pain drives through me.

Fuck.

What if one of them doesn’t make it?

Agony rips my chest in half at the thought of being without just one of them. Each of them have totally different qualities that would enhance a child’s life. Lifesaver, for one, is a doctor, so we’d save ourselves millions in medical insurance if the child needs anything or gets into an accident. His love for health, nutrition, and fitness, coupled with his complex understanding of human anatomy, will make him a good father, and I don’t know, there’s just something about that man that squishes my heart every time I look into his eyes.

I’d want the baby to have either Lifesaver or Match’s eyes. Looking into blue or amber eyes all day would make me so happy, and I’d love the baby to have Match’s organization skills. Out of the three, he’s the most sensible (aside from the occasional cocky side comment). If there’s one thing to learn from Match, it’s the importance of taking your time and doingthings well. And of course, if we’re talking physical attributes, a little boy with curtain bangs would be cute.

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