Page 93 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

What the hell was I going to do about it?

The cool evening air hit me as we stepped outside, but even that didn’t shake me from my daze.

Adam had driven here, and now he was unlocking the passenger door of his truck, motioning for me to get in.

I hesitated for half a second, the weight of three sets of eyes pressing into me.

“You okay?” Kai asked softly.

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I settled for nodding and climbed into the truck.

The second the door shut, I exhaled shakily, staring straight ahead as the guys got in.

The ride home was silent.

Samuel drove, his grip firm on the wheel, his knuckles white.

Adam sat beside him, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the road like he was looking for something to punch.

Kai was next to me in the back seat, his thigh pressed against mine, his presence grounding even though my thoughts were anything but.

I pressed my palm against my stomach, my mind still struggling to catch up.

Pregnant.

A baby…

I was having a baby.

It didn’t seem real.

But itwasreal. And I had no idea what to do.

A family…

Memories surfaced, unbidden and raw.

My parents’ laughter filling the kitchen as my mom danced barefoot across the floor, my dad spinning her in lazy circles.

Her voice, soft and sweet, singing old songs while she tucked me in at night. His strong arms lifting me onto his shoulders so I could see the world from higher up.

His advice, when I got older. When I had problems that seemed so big at the time because I had no idea what was about to come.

Love. Security. A home filled with warmth.

That had been mine once.

And then, in a blink, it was gone.

The moment that split my life in two—beforeandafter.

Before, I’d had everything.

After, I had nothing.

For years, I’d told myself I didn’t need it. That I was fine on my own. That families weren’t forever. That love was a fragile, temporary thing.

But deep down, I’d always wanted one.

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