Page 97 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

And if that meant sharing her, if it meant all of us standing beside her, giving her something steady to hold on to…

Then that was what we’d do.

Samuel sat forward, his jaw tight, hands clasped together like he was physically holding himself back.

“We need to be honest with ourselves,” he said. “This isn’t just about the baby. It never was.”

Adam exhaled hard through his nose, running a hand down his face.

“Yeah,” he muttered, dropping his head back against the chair. “Yeah, I fucking know.”

And I did too.

This wasn’t some passing thing. It wasn’t some obligation we were taking on because it was the right thing to do. This was deeper. More raw.

It had been building, burning between us for a long damn time.

Samuel’s knuckles were white as he looked at her, like he was holding himself together through sheer force of will.

“She’s it,” he said finally, the words clipped but heavy, like he was admitting something he’d been keeping locked up for too long. “You both know it.”

Adam let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. He dragged a hand through his damp hair, eyes dark, unreadable. “I knew the second she walked into town and made me forget how to breathe.”

I clenched my jaw, my chest feeling too tight, my pulse hammering too hard. “She scares the shit out of me,” I confessed. “Not because of the baby. Not because of any of this.” I looked at them, at the only two other men who could possibly understand. “Because I don’t know what I’d do if she left.”

Samuel’s nostrils flared, his lips parting like he wanted to argue, like he wanted to say she wouldn’t. But he didn’t. Because he knew.

Sadie had always been a runner.

She’d left me once before. I wasn’t sure I could go through any of that again.

Adam’s voice was quieter this time, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to say it out loud. “What if she does?”

The words landed like a gut punch, but I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Then we don’t let her.”

Samuel’s head snapped up, fire flickering in his eyes. “You think we should make the choice for her?”

“No.” I shook my head, exhaling slowly. “But we don’t let her believe that leaving is her only option. That she has to do this alone. That she’s alone, period.”

Adam let out a low breath, leaning back in his chair. “That means telling her how we feel.”

Samuel made a rough sound in his throat, but he didn’t argue.

The thought of it made my stomach twist. Not because I didn’t want to tell her, but because I didn’t know if she was ready to hear it.

I looked back at her, curled up beneath the blanket, her hair spilling across the pillow, her lips slightly parted in sleep.

The woman who had somehow carved herself into every part of me without even trying.

Samuel’s voice was quiet, almost broken. “What if she doesn’t want this?”

None of us answered right away.

Because that? That was the one thing none of us wanted to say.

But then Adam’s voice came, steady, sure. “Then we love her anyway. When the time is right.”

And just like that, the truth settled in.

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