Page 5 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

Tears fall from my eyes as I take in each one.

I had a feeling that this would be the outcome.

Last night, I told Kyla about what happened with Braxton, Easton, and Dylan.

I’ve made a few mistakes in my life, but I think this is my biggest one yet.

I knew not to get involved with my bosses. It was a mistake I have made before. I do a lot of online work for authors, but I made most of my money from tips by being a bartender.

After they took Helen back, I kept my distance from them. I needed the money, or I would have left my job. How can I raise a kid with them and pretend it doesn’t kill me inside to see them with Helen?

Now I’m going to have to tell them that they are going to be fathers because they at least have a right to know.

Fuck, why did I get myself into this mess?

It takes longer than I am willing to admit for me to work up the courage to make it to their place. I spent over an hour pacing in my room, and then another hour pacing in front of their building.

I really hope that they are all home so that I can just get it all over with at once.

The doorman calls up to the penthouse and I’m let into the elevator.

When the doors open, the sight before me breaks me.

Helen is standing there with a flimsy robe and a smug look on her face.

“What an unexpected surprise,” she says in a sarcastic tone.

“Where are the guys?” I ask, trying not to look at her.

“They are still sleeping. Rough night last night, you know what I mean?” she says with a wink.

I hold back the shudder of disgust I have from thinking about their hands on her.

“I need to talk to them,” I state.

She shrugs a shoulder and then, to my horror, puts a hand on her stomach and starts rubbing.

“Just something about work,” I choke out, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of her stomach and she notices.

“Sorry, I always seem to place my hand here now that I’m pregnant,” she grins.

“P-pregnant?” I whisper in horror.

“Yeah, Dylan just couldn’t keep his hands off of me,” she says grinning like she had just won the lottery.

“Oh wow, congratulations,” I murmur. “I’ll just catch the guys later.”

“Oh, sure hun, see you later,” she says with a smile that I would love to wipe off of her face.

When I look past her, I see Dylan in the hallway with a look of shame and regret on his face, but I ignore him as best as I can and walk out of there with my head held high, even if I am breaking inside.

I don’t know how I am going to do this by myself, but I do know one thing; I can’t go back to work.

There is no way I will be able to work with them, knowing that both Helen and I are carrying their babies.

I have to find another way to tell them.

How will I find the courage after what I just saw?

---