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She grabs the hoodie from me. “It isn’t like you haven’t seen it before.”
True… but still…
When her perfect body is safely tucked away behind my hoodie, she crawls under the covers.
“Do you need anything else?” I ask.
She looks like she’s warring with herself over whether to say something.
“You,” she finally breathes out. “Today was a lot, and I really don’t want to be alone tonight.”
The best sentence I’ve heard in a long time.
“Of course.”
I feel her eyes on me the entire time I replace my jeans with a pair of sweatpants.Better than sleeping in my boxers next to a woman I can’t have.
As soon as I’m situated under the covers, she’s curling up beside me. Her head’s on my chest with one of her legs thrown over mine.
“I don’t have my body pillow here, so you’ll have to do,” she mumbles against my chest.
I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her. Within five minutes, she’s fast asleep.
Grayson and Tucker quietly step into the room. Their eyes widen, seeing her curled up against me.
“She didn’t want to be alone,” I say as quietly as I can.
They both nod, stripping out of their jeans. They play rock, paper, scissors to see who’s going to sleep on the bed.
I don’t think any of us wants a repeat of the night we all crammed into this bed, especially with Sienna being pregnant now.
Tucker loses. He hauls in pillows and blankets from the spare bedroom to make a bed on the floor.
Grayson slides in behind Sienna. He wraps an arm around her, resting it on her stomach.
Locking eyes with Grayson, I see something that I’ve been fighting against all day.Hope.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Sienna
MAY
“Oh, I forgot my animal book,”Jackson says, darting out of the fort we built in the living room. I hear his small feet pound up the stairs.
Mack scampers right behind him. I snuggle back further into the mass of pillows and blankets the guys piled up so I’d be comfortable in here.
I’ve been at Warren’s house for two weeks now. I thought it would be awkward, but it’s been anything but.
Tucker and Grayson still have their own places, but they end up spending most of their time here when they aren’t working. Warren and Jackson don’t seem to mind having all of us encroaching on their space.
We’ve all fallen into a comfortability that screams of family. I’m trying so damn hard not to fall headfirst into it, but it’s getting tougher with each passing day when I see what thingscouldbe like with all of us.
I can’t, though.Not for me.My hand gently rests on my thirty-two-week bump.For her.
There’s just too much that could go wrong, too many hearts that could be broken.
“Got it,” Jackson says, crawling back into the fort. He ducks under the sheets we have draped over the chairs and couches around us and plops down beside me. Mack sneaks in behind him, cuddling up on one of the blankets.
