Page 94 of Deadlier Obsessions

Me: I know. I’m sorry.

Mav: It’s not your fault, Stel.

Gage: Is Lucy up?

Me:Not yet. I’ll wake her in a few.

Gage:Good plan because if you’re late, I’ll come up there, carry both of my women over my shoulder and drag them to the fucking altar.

Me:Are you being romantic again?

Gage:Always, little mama. I’m the most romantic out of the three of us.

Me:Where is Sebastian?

Mav:Shower. Probably jerking off thinking about our wedding night.

Gage:Breakfast is outside your door. Don’t let it get cold.

Me:Thank you.

Gage:You’re welcome, baby.

How that man can be an absolute asshole one minute, and then the sweetest thing in the world the next, I’ll never understand. I guess that’s what makes him so swoon worthy forus. He is an asshole to everyone except us. He may not be Mr Romance, but Gage loves us, and it shows. If you had told me a couple years ago that this would be the end result, I would’ve thought you were nuts. He’ll never be up for man of the year, but he’s ours and we wouldn’t want it any other way.

I brush the hair out of Lucy's face and wake her gently. She awakes with a yawn and immediately asks if I’m okay. I assure her I am and move to the door to get our breakfast. I bring it inside and quickly close the door and lock it, before setting the tray on the bed.

Glancing at Lucy, I shrug. “Gage made us breakfast.”

He doesn’t generally make breakfast, Sebastian normally does, I think because everybody agrees Pretty Boy makes better breakfast foods. However, I do find it sweet that Gage made breakfast for us and put it outside the door, without even trying to come in.

We sit on the bed with our plates on our laps and dig in. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, hash browns, fresh fruit, and muffins are entirely too much for women that are pregnant and have to fit into their dresses shortly.

We both take a few bites of our food.

She giggles. “Sebastian is definitely the better cook.”

After we both finish, I take both plates and put them back on the tray and set it outside the door and fire off a group text.

Me:All done, Daddies. Thank you. It was delicious.

LUCY

Is it pathetic of me if I say I never want to sleep without the guys again? I think they make us feel safe, because we both sleep better when we’re in the same bed as one or more of them,and that’s something I never thought I’d say. I can’t believe when today is over, they’ll all be our husbands. I mean, I know it’s technically not legal, and won’t be recognised outside of our family, but what matters is that we solidify our connection, our family. We’re going to be bringing babies into this world, and they’re going to be loved, protected, and so happy. There’s no way we’re ever getting away from Mav, Gage, and Sebastian, and that’s exactly how we want it.

I mean, Gage even cooked breakfast for us, and admittedly, the pancakes were a little on the salty side, but they were still good. Pancakes need a little salt, if I’m honest, but maybe that’s a Brit thing.

I catch up on the messages I missed in our group chat, and giggle at Gage’s response to Stella.

Gage:Only the best for our ladies, our future wives… babymamas? Always happy to stuff your mouths and bellies.

“He’s such a perv,” I tell Stella as I send him a little row of shocked emojis and set the phone down. She’s already stripping out of her pajamas and gathering up her lingerie to wear under her wedding dress. Since our hair and makeup will take a while, we’re both showering early, so we can perfect that, then we’ll be walking each other down the ‘aisle’ to the gazebo outside.

I feel that familiar pang of sadness, when I realise that I always thought my father would walk me down the aisle on my wedding day, even though I never thought I’d get married to one man, let alone three men and one woman. There’s no way my parents would have willingly been involved in this wedding, and as much as I’m disappointed in their attitudes, and I know I’m better off without them, it still hurts.

I’m nervous as I wait for Stella to finish in the bathroom, and simultaneously realise that my stomach isn’t rejecting my breakfast today, when it has most other days lately. Is my bodygiving me a break for this special day, or is it my baby who decided to go easy on me?

As I’m gathering my own lingerie and walking to the bathroom, since the shower has been silent for five minutes, something happens. Something weird and unexpected. Something in my stomach twitches, and I gasp, my hand instantly landing on it. What the hell?

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