Page 42 of Becoming Brandy

“Wow,” Wrek said. “That’s… amazing.”

“And terrifying,” she said, her tears flowing freely now. “Are you telling me you didn’t do this to me? As your experiment?”

Wrek shook his head. “I didn’t experiment on you if that’s what you’re thinking. Though, it could have been my fault because… you know.” He widened her eyes, trying to remind her of their tryst without actually saying it.

The other two seemed to catch on anyway. “Good for you, little brother,” Drake said with a wry smile.

Brandy dropped her eyes. “It could be Tork’s, too.”

Tork smirked as Drake glanced over at him. “What can I say? Women love me.”

“I’m the only one? Gods!” Drake slumped against the wall.

“Regardless, you are telling me that this child was made the normal way?” Brandy’s hand strayed to her already-expanding belly. No bikinis for a while.

Wrek nodded. “Turns out you can carry our children after all.”

Her head swirled. She’d been so worried. Then so angry. Now she was just… tired.

“What do we do?”

“I wish I could hold you right now,” Wrek said sweetly.

“Get in line,” Tork grumbled. When she met his eyes, his were tender. “If we get out of here, we’ll take care of you. All of us.”

She studied the three male faces, each signing a contract with their eyes. They meant what they said. They would stand by her.

“All right,” she said. “Then we need to convince Han to take your deal.”

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