Page 29 of Four Fiances & I

“Jaz, I haven’t been strong. I’ve caved to pressure so many times over the years I … I ended up doing things I’m not proud of.”

I want to ask her to explain, but the second she looks up at me with her eyes once again filled with tears, I know she has done enough talking for one day.

“Whatever you have done, I know you would have thought you had no other option. You don’t need to tell me. I can see in your eyes that you are worried about me knowing. So tell me when or if you are ever ready. I am always here for you. Bratties before Daddies,” I grin proudly.

“That’s not a saying,” she giggles. It’s good to see her smiling, showing that the old Verity is still in there. She just needs a little help right now.

“Since when have we stuck to the rules?” I laugh. “That’s the fun of being a brat; rules don’t apply to us unless we want them to.”

“I’ve missed you,” she giggles, pulling me in for a hug.

“I’ve missed you more,” I tease back.

“I’m wondering how you have missed that it’s freezing out here, and neither of you have a coat on?”

We both slowly look to where Travis and Christian are standing together, staring at us. Christian's arms are folded over his chest, and Travis has his in the pockets of his jeans.

“It’s not that cold,” I point out, earning me an arched brow from Christian.

“Plus, we were drinking coffee, so we didn’t notice,” Verity adds beside me.

“Get in the house, both of you, before you catch a cold,” Travis demands, pointing back towards the house.

Verity and I stand up and slowly walk over to them with our heads down, knowing better than to ignore them. But as we pass, Verity looks at me and whispers.

“I think I preferred it when our daddies didn’t get along.”

“Right! They would have spent more time shouting at each other than us,” I point out.

“Sweetheart, we can hear you.”

I look to Verity and smirk.

“Was that my daddy or yours?” We both look over our shoulders as we hold hands while walking toward the house. The guys are behind us, watching every move we make.

“I don’t know. Them both calling us sweetheart is a little confusing,” she points out.

“I would suggest I start calling you brat, but I think you would both answer to that as well,” I hear Travis announce behind us. Verity and I share a look before bursting out laughing as two deep growls sound behind us, making us squeal, running the rest of the way to the house and rushing for the lounge into the safety of our other men's arms.

I look over at Verity as she laughs in Ethan's arms. She whispers in his ear, and he laughs as Travis and Christian walk into the room.

“Causing trouble, Princess?” Sean laughs into my hair.

“I never cause trouble! It was Verity's fault! She dragged me out in the cold!” I protest.

“Hey! It’s not like you argued. What happened to ‘Bratties before Daddies’?” Verity argues.

“Shush!” I snap with my eyes wide as I stare at her. “Are you trying to get us a spanking?”

“No! But I’m not getting one because you can’t stop being a brat!”

“Takes one to know one, sister!” I stick my tongue out at her, and she does it back in return.

“Girls! Have you quite finished, or do we need to separate you?”

We both look to Ryan, who is looking between us.

“You can’t do that!” Verity demands stepping away from Ethan. I step next to her and link my arm through hers.

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