Page 114 of What if It's Us

When the nurse disappears Marlee turns to me, wide-eyed and beaming.

“Triplets, Ledger! Can you believe it?”

I’m pretty damn sure I’ll spend the next five months in a state of disbelief.

“Guess we’re gonna need that minivan after all.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MARLEE

“This is a mistake. Let’s just text them,” Ledger says, shifting his stance outside Griffin’s door. “Or move. We could move.”

Deadpanned and more exhausted than I can describe, I turn to Ledger and tell him, “You faced a six-foot-five enforcer with no helmet last week. Surely you can tell your friends we're having more than one baby.”

Grumbling, he responds, “Yeah, I was able to tell them we were havingababy. This is a different category of news.”

“Well, they were your overachieving swimmers after all.” I shrug. “I don’t see what you have to be so nervous about. You should be proud of yourself and your…super-soaker.”

An ornery smile spreads across Ledger’s face and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the cutest expression I’ve ever seen.

“Did you just call my penis a super-soaker?”

“Maybe.” I shrug. “I mean you did spend an entire night exploding inside me.”

Playfully he taps my ass, making me squeal. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t love every minute of it.”

My cheeks heat at the thought of that one steamy night. I may be exhausted now but my body still craves him. It’s been too long.

“I thought I heard voices out here,” Griffin says as he swings his door wide open. “Look who’s here, everyone!” He steps back and allows us to walk inside where the rest of the team and their significant others are all seated. Immediately the room erupts in welcomes.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Is everything alright?”

“How did it go?”

“You definitely look better.”

“Better yes but also exhausted.”

“Do you want to sit? You should sit.”

All the guys hop up from their seats, offering me their spaces. I choose the comfy couch next to Ella. Ledger stands behind me, his arms rubbing my shoulders gently.

He leans down and quietly asks me, “Can I get you anything?”

I shake my head, yawning. “Nah. I’m good. Just tell them.”

“Uh oh. Tell us what?” Oliver asks, watching us anxiously. Layken curls her arm inside Griffin’s, her brows arching.

“You’re okay, right? Everything is okay?”

Everyone quiets as Ledger stands tall, scratching the back of his neck like he’s about to confess to murder.

“So, uh… Marlee and I have an announcement.”

“You're finally getting your own Netflix profile?” Barrett asks, his mouth full of the protein bar he’s snacking on.

---