Page 97 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
And the guys…they’ll make excellent dads, but…
God, they’re going to hate me for this.
None of them have kids. Why would they want one now? With our age difference? With the mess I’ve made?
With the way I’ve defied them at every turn? Haven’t shown them my trust when they truly deserve it?
There’s no way they want this. None.
Not with me.
I’m so fucked.
Who do I think I am? I’m going to ruin their lives with this.
I’m going to turn into a burden because they’d never abandon me after this. I’d be an obligation, something they didn’t choose but have to deal with anyway.
Shit, now I’m a true liability. The weak link. They’ll never let me save Sunny now. But they need me to do it. There’s no other way?—
My timer goes off, a quiet vibrate of my phone, and a knock at the door follows. It jars me in place.
Fuck.
I shoot off the toilet seat, and in a split decision, I scramble to turn the test over before I answer the door.
My gaze homes in on that pink plus sign. Positive? I’m seeing that right. Right?
Oh god.
I gasp on a sob, trembling as my hand slaps over my mouth. My knees go weak, and I’m ready to collapse to the tile floor and let the world crumble around me. This is going to be the end of everything.
The lock pops open behind me. I should have fucking known a locked door wouldn’t stop any of them.
They can’t know. Not yet. I’m not ready. I can’t?—
But the tears are full force when big hands grasp my shoulders.
“Harper? Are you hurt?” Trent’s voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it before.
He turns me to face him, and I’m in his arms the moment he sees my tears. He must see the test sitting on the counter because his grip on me tightens.
Soft, soothing noises drop into my hair, but I only cry harder.
How did this happen? I mean, I knowhowit happened, but I’m on birth control. I haven’t missed a day. I have a damn alarm.
More hands appear around my hips, in my hair, at the small of my back. Two other bodies crowd around me.
I’m protected by a wall of man.
Slowly, they soothe my tears away. A hand comes down around my hips, over my stomach and womb. The supporting pressure there calms my shaking.
“Come back to bed. Let us take care of you.” Grant is even keeled and as calm as ever, his hand at the back of my neck pushes against the tight muscles.
Trent retreats an inch and drags his thumbs under my eyes to smear the tears away. The look on his face is so soft. How is he not angry with me right now?
For all of this insolence?
I pull in a shuddering breath and close my eyes, willing myself not to break down in tears again.
