Page 29 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

Four weeks later…

Everything has been amazing with the guys and me. I can’t even explain how great they have been. We have moved at a slow pace and, even though I’m itching for more, part of me is scared.

I spend more nights at their house, and it’s time to admit to myself that I should just move in. I’m there more than I thought I would be.

The bed in the guest room is comfortable, and to add to my comfort, they had bought me a pregnancy pillow to use when I’m sleeping there.

As my belly grows, I think about how attached to the babies’ fathers I have become.

They have been proving to me that they care. Maybe it’s time that I really give them a chance.

I head over to their place after picking up more clothes.

The doorman just nods his head at me since I have been here so much.

I head right up, dragging a suitcase that I had packed.

I know that they are all either home, or are on their way home, since they all had texted me to let me know.

After I let myself in, I look around, noticing how quiet it is, and decide to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

I let out a sigh of relief when I open the fridge to find chicken fettuccine alfredo labeled with my name.

I know that when I open the freezer, there will be garlic toast. Dylan has been making and freezing it for me since it’s one of the main things I have been craving.

I turn music on my phone and set it on the counter while I make my meal. I may dance a little in the process.

I shake my butt and pretend I can twerk when I really can’t. I could possibly be the world’s worst dancer. I wouldn’t lie about it, if anyone were to ask.

I get really into the music and do the sprinkler, making the pizza dance and robot before I hear laughter.

Oh fuck. I freeze at the sound and slowly turn around to see Dylan, Easton, and Braxton all laughing. Easton is on the floor because he is laughing so hard.

“Nice moves,” Dylan says with a grin.

I narrow my eyes at him and growl.

“You guys weren’t supposed to see that,” I admit, embarrassed.

“I’m glad we did. I was beginning to think you were perfect,” Braxton says with a wink, and looks down at Easton who is silently laughing and looking like he is having trouble breathing.

“Are you okay there?” I ask, chuckling.

It wasn’t that funny.

“He sort of lost it when you turned on the sprinkler,” Braxton says with a chuckle.

I shake my head and move back to my food.

It’s all ready to eat, so I waste no time scarfing it down.

It takes several minutes for Easton to compose himself. He’s breathing heavily when he’s done.

“I haven’t seen anyone attempt the sprinkler in years,” he says, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Hey! I rock that shit,” I tell him while laughing.

“What are we doing tonight?” Braxton asks.

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