Page 65 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

I cannot forget everything that happened to us, but I can only hope that the issues of the past will make us all stronger together.

I have been prepared to do whatever it takes to make sure that this pregnancy lasts, even if I’m extremely bored.

My men have the night off, and Dylan is cooking a nice dinner. Braxton and Easton are setting up the bedroom around me to make a romantic dinner. They have fake candles around the room, giving it a nice glow.

I smile at everything they are doing to make this a nice night for me since we can’t go out.

Braxton gives me a wink when he notices the silly smile on my face.

“This is perfect,” I say in awe when they turn the main lights off and play some soft music.

There’s four trays instead of a table since they refuse to let me get out of bed, except for when I need to use the bathroom, or shower.

They have the trays set up so that someone sits beside me, and the other two sit across from us, giving the illusion of a table.

Easton leaves the room and comes back with some sparkling juice and glasses. Braxton heads out when Dylan calls for help.

I have been smelling the food for what feels like forever.

When they come in, Dylan has made some stuffed, Greek spinach chicken breast with herbed asparagus and a sort of spiral cut potato with cheese, chives, and bacon. My mouth is practically watering looking at the plate.

“This looks amazing,” I say quietly.

“Why are you whispering?” Braxton whispers back.

“I don’t know, with the lighting and everything, you guys made this feel like a restaurant kind of date. Thank you,” I tell them with tears welling in my eyes.

“You were saying yesterday how you wish we could go out on a date; why would we need to go out when we can bring the date to you?” Easton says.

“This is very sweet. No one has really done anything like this for me before,” I say as my smile grows.

“We haven’t been the best at showing you how we feel. We plan to make an effort to show you more. Kyla had told us once that you value actions over words, and we have been shit with showing you how we feel. I can tell you promises all day but I know, we know, that they won’t mean much until we show you what you mean to us,” Braxton says.

Tears fall from my eyes, but they are of pure happiness.

“Okay, let’s eat before the food gets cold,” I say, breaking the silence since they are all staring at me.

We talk about their work. It’s nice to see them take pride in what they do. It’s obvious that they love their pub and restaurant.

I barely add to the conversation since I’m busy eating everything Dylan had made. They don’t comment on it, but just send me amused smiles.

Once we are all done eating, they clean up the trays and take them back to the kitchen.

I look over at Easton who is sitting beside me, and he wraps an arm around me.

“So how long has it been since you guys had sex?” I ask, and Easton chuckles at my question.

“Since the last time we all had sex. We couldn’t think about it when you were gone, then we decided to wait until you were able to be a part of it. Felt like we were missing you when the relationship was up in the air, and didn’t feel right until we knew. Since you have been on bedrest, it has just been some unspoken thing between us that we wait,” he says with a shrug.

“No hand jobs or blow jobs?” I ask in disbelief.

“No, we didn’t feel right when we didn’t know where you were, where we stood and, since you can’t have sex until after the baby, it just makes sense we should wait since you have to,” Dylan says walking into the room carrying a chocolate dessert. I have no idea what it is, but it looks delicious.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you guys wanted to, you know. I can’t myself, but if you guys want to while I watch; well, I would be up for that,” I say, stumbling over my words.

I look down, but a hand tips my chin up and I’m looking into three heated stares.

“Are you sure?” Braxton asks, clearing his throat. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

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