Page 13 of Save Us

Rhys comes around the island slowly, grinning from ear to ear with victory. “I win.”

“That’s cheating! You can’t use someone else in your scheme,” I grumble in protest. “Now I don’t want to tell you the news.”

Adam nuzzles against my neck again, the tickling sensation making me squirm against him. “Come on, babe. You know you want to tell us,” he whispers and brushes his nose along my jaw. “Tell us.”

“You don’t even know what this is about,” I argue, though my voice is coming out much softer than I want it to.

Rhys stands in front of me, cupping my right cheek with his hand. “I think she knows something about the house we put an offer on, but she’s not telling us.”

Adam groans and ever so slightly tightens his arms around me. “Oh, babe. You know you can’t keep holding news that big in. Give in and tell us.”

Being suddenly pressed between Rhys and Adam, my mind goes hazy with lust. These two assholes know exactly what they’re doing when they use their bodies like this. At this point, I’m holding on by the very last stubborn ass thread that I have left. Sadly, we all know it’s a losing battle.

“They accepted our offer,” I murmur, my eyes flickering between Rhys’ bright blue eyes and his soft, pink lips. “We got the house.”

Adam pulls back immediately, whooping loudly and jumping around like a madman. Rhys grins again, but stays exactly where he was. Leaning down, he kisses me deeply and tangles his hands in my hair. I completely give myself over to his touch, kissing him back just as hard as he’s kissing me.

When we break away, our breathing is rapid and uneven from the intensity of the kiss. Adam spins me around, a dark, smoldering look in his hazel eyes.

“My turn.”

I gasp as Adam’s mouth descends on mine, the taste of Rhys still on my tongue, but now deliciously mixing with Adam. Watching is definitely a turn on for Adam and it seems something as simple as kissing is no exception. He presses a hand against my lower back, holding me tightly against him while he worships my lips.

Pulling back, I work on catching my breath after not one, but two, amazing make-out sessions. I step back and place a hand on my stomach after a weird bubble popping sensation hits me.

“Oof,” I whisper to myself and look down at my stomach. “That’s, ah, strange.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Rhys and Adam both ask in sync with each other.

“I think the babies are moving.” Staring down at myself, I pull up my shirt and catch the slightest movement just below my belly button. “There! Did you see it?”

Both Rhys and Adam drop to their knees in front of me and stare intently at my stomach in awe. There’s more bubble popping feelings and then the slightest movement again, that almost looks like a muscle twitch.

“Is that one of the babies?” Adam asks quietly, his eyes wide and unmoving from my bump. “That little blip?”

“I think so! I’ve been having the bubble popping feeling for a couple weeks now, but I honestly just thought it was gas,” I murmur with a shrug. “It felt like a much bigger pop that time though! Like someone put one of those rubber popper toys in my belly and it jumped.”

Rhys is silent throughout the conversation, an unreadable expression on his face. Biting my lip, I shift uncomfortably as I look between Rhys and Adam. Adam is practically beaming in pride which makes Rhys’ reaction so much more noticeable than it would have been without the comparison.

Inhaling deeply, I take the plunge and say his name aloud. “Rhys? Are you okay?”

Rhys jumps at the sound of his name, his blue eyes moving up to look at me. There’s tears gathering in his eyes and a shaky smile spreading across his face.

“I think it just really hit me that we’re having babies,” he murmurs, laying his forehead against my belly. “I’m going to be a dad.”

Adam reaches over and squeezes his shoulder, a proud smile aimed at Rhys. “We sure are. These two kids are going to have three kickass dads and a fierce badass for a mom. They’re going to hate it.”

The image of two dark haired kids rolling their eyes at the four of us for being over the top comes to mind, making me laugh. With four parents, it’s going to be a struggle to not smother them with love and to balance out the protective nature we all have.

“They’ll hate it in the best way,” I surmise, still laughing quietly to myself. “They’ll hate it the way I hate it. Which is not really at all, as long as you still let me be my own person.”

“I think that’s fair,” Adam agrees, clapping Rhys on the back. “We just want to protect them so they can grow up to be who they want to be. I don’t want them to hold onto the same questions that we have about who we could have been if only we were allowed to grow up naturally.”

“I agree,” I whisper, twisting my hands together in front of me. “My biggest fear is them growing up and losing us in some way. All the work we would put in to keep them safe won’t mean much if they’re thrust into the system and forced to experience the trauma we did because we’re not there.”

“That won’t happen,” Adam says confidently. “This time around there’s something they have that we didn’t and that’s family.”

Rhys nods and places his hands on my hips. “If you think Dot, Hayley, Poppy, or Juliette would ever let these babies go into the system and not fight tooth and nail to have them, you’re crazy. Plus, the chances of all four of us being gone before the kids are fully grown is slim to none.”

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