Page 27 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

There are various types of clothing, but mostly lots of jeans and t-shirts. Through working in and owning a bar, I guess I haven’t really seen them in anything else. When I see the suits, I wonder how they all look in them. I bet they are fucking hot.

Hopefully one day I will get to see.

I find a shirt that looks like it would fit over my little pregnant belly and be down to my thighs. There isn’t much on it though; looks like a faded sports shirt.

I remove my clothes and put it on, looking into the mirror, and giggle at the sight I make.

Yeah, this will do.

Dylan

I wait impatiently for Holly to pick a shirt to wear. I honestly don’t care whose shirt she wears. She will still be wearing something of ours.

“Fuck, I wish I could hold her all night,” I murmur.

“I know, me too; but we need to go at her pace,” Braxton says, wrapping his arms around me.

“Right. Well let me go set up the guest room for her,” I say with a sigh and head to her room.

I make sure that the bed’s sheets are still fresh. I had washed them earlier in the week, but wanted them to be perfect. I was quick to get the room ready for when Holly decides to move in.

I want her to know that just because she’s living here doesn’t mean we expect more from her. I am willing to go at any pace that she is giving.

As long as she is here, I can make sure that she is safe and that she has a healthy pregnancy.

Now that we know she is pregnant with our baby, I want to make sure she is as healthy as can be.

Minutes later, Holly is walking into the room wearing Braxton’s old sports shirt from college. It’s faded and I forgot we had it, but fuck does it ever look good on her.

When I turn my eyes to the men behind her, I know that they are thinking the same things that I am.

This woman is a goddess.

“Fuck,” I mumble.

“Funny, that’s what they said,” Holly says slyly.

“Well you look fucking gorgeous,” I rasp out.

“This is a nice room,” she says, changing the subject and looking around, but I can see the blush on her cheeks.

“There is an attached bathroom, and there are towels in the warmer if you want to have a shower in the morning. There are products there for you in the shower and on the vanity. The sheets are clean and, if there’s anything else you need, we are just across the hall,” I tell her nervously.

She walks up to me with a smile on her face. I don’t move since I have no idea what she’s planning. She kisses me softly on the lips.

“Thank you. This has been the best day I can remember having in a long time. Thank you for respecting my wishes to go slow. It means a lot to me,” she says softly.

“You mean a lot to us,” I tell her firmly. She nods her head at my words.

She kisses Braxton and Easton before we reluctantly leave the room into ours and go about our bedtime routine.

We climb into bed and nothing intimate happens between us. I know it is because it feels weird when we have our woman in the other room. I don’t want her to think we are excluding her.

Thankfully, they seem to think the same thing as we all close our eyes and hope for sleep to come.

Braxton

I wake up early the next morning and glance at the door where my woman is sleeping. I listen for a moment, but I don’t hear any sounds coming from there so I assume she is still sleeping.

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