Page 89 of Bratty Badboys

She squeezed my hand back and smiled. “I’m glad you’re dating not one but two gentleman who will protect you.” She eyed the tank top I was wearing and added, “No matter what you wear.”

I chuckled. Of course, she would say that.

But that night, we had a family dinner with no awkward silence—except when Alice brought up Caleb in front of Aaron. He was still not used to me dating him. But with time, I knew he would comply.

My hands were clammy as I checked the time on my phone—one more minute to go.

“Angel, are you okay?” Kyle’s muffled voice rang from outside the bathroom as I chewed on my bottom lip, anxiety and worry knotting my stomach.

“Let me in, pretty,” Caleb said. Compared to Kyle’s softer tone, his was demanding. “Let me hold you. Come on, be a good girl and open this door for me.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. I should have known he’d be greedy. Caleb had been full of energy when I had told them I had missed my period for more than a week. He was grinning when he handed me five pregnancy tests that morning after the threesome we had in my room. Being quiet since Alice was sleeping.

Kyle scolded Caleb, but I unlocked the door and let them come in. Their eyes were wide, and all my anxiety melted away when they took me in their arms, rubbing my back and kissing my hair.

“We got you, angel,” Kyle whispered, cupping my cheek. “Okay?”

I nodded, taking a deep breath.

“We’ll need to fuck more if it’s negative,” Caleb said, rubbing my stomach with a dark gleam in his eyes like he was already imagining me pregnant and growing their baby. “And if it’s positive, we’ll fuck to celebrate it.”

“Can’t you be serious for a second?” Kyle glared at him and softened his eyes at me. “We can go out for ice-cream or your favorite Mexican restaurant.”

The timer on my phone rang, and I jumped, stopping it. “I-I am shaking,” I said, eyeing the five tests on the sink. I had turned it upside down, so I won’t see the lines.

What if I was pregnant? With Caleb and Kyle? Kyle had been thinking about getting married in Scotland and having a honeymoon. On paper, Caleb would be my husband, but Kyle would be ours, too. I liked that idea the more that I thought about it. I wanted to spend the rest of my life together.

But what if I wasn’t pregnant?

I had a pregnancy scare months ago, and it was disappointing to see Caleb’s eyes dim and the pursed lips of Kyle when the tests showed one line. Though we went out on a date that night and had kinky sex later, I didn’t want to disappoint them.

“Do you want to see it?” Caleb asked, his voice low, his large hands on my waist, rubbing circles.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head and looked at him. His piercings, dark eyes, pouty lips. I kissed him and tilted my head to kiss Kyle. He squeezed my hand as I took a step closer to the sink and braced myself.

Holding one test, I took a deep breath and flipped it in my hand. My eyes widened and lips parted at the warm feeling spreading all over my body. My hands were shaking so much that the test dropped on the floor, and I felt the heat of Caleb pressing against my back.

“Are we pregnant?” He asked, his voice eager and full of curiosity.

Tears were blurring my vision, and I checked another test, bringing it closer to make them see the result.

Two lines.

“Oh…” Kyle said as he took the test. His hands were shaking, too. “We are pregnant.”

I smiled and nodded as Caleb leaned over to check all the tests before turning to me. I was surprised to see tears pooling down his cheeks with red nose and cheeks. I hadn’t thought he’d cry?—

“We are all pregnant,” Caleb said, hugging me tight to his chest. “I’m gonna be a daddy. Kyle, we are fathers.”

My chuckle was wet against his chest when Kyle hugged us from the back, sandwiching me between them. “I can’t wait to build a nursery for our kid,” Kyle whispered, kissing my hair.

“I can fuck you, right?” Caleb asked, pulling away and eyeing my stomach. “No, we need to go to the doctor’s first?—”

“Calm down, baby,” I said to him, wiping the happy tears on his cheeks and kissed his lips. “We can go to the doctor later. And we can have sex, but?—”

Caleb pounced on me like a starving man, groping my ass and pushing me on the sink as his wet kisses trailed down my collarbone where he bit me, making me gasp.

Thankfully, Kyle stopped him with a stern look and said, “Let her finish, Caleb.”

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