Page 125 of The Tangle of Awful

When our eyes lock, his grow soft and he gives me a wink that never ceases to make my blood run hot. I playfully stick out my tongue at him. His eyes darken, warning me of a delicious punishment later.

Hugo looks good surrounded by his admirers and voters. Despite the hell our family has been publicly put through, he’s persevered and managed to swing the election in his favor. I’m proud of him. He’s a heck of a lot better than his opponent we went to dinner with months ago. Hugo is a good man. My man.

Rex hollers, his loud voice carrying over the many voices all talking at once in celebration. I see my brother, now awake from his nap, waving his tiny fist and his face screwing into a pout. Spencer has him strapped into a carrier on his chest, which looks funny considering he’s wearing an immaculate Tom Ford suit.

Spencer’s gaze finds mine and his is a lot more salacious than Hugo’s was. Where Hugo tried to rein in his need for me, Spencer boldly shows me how much he wants me with a seductive lick over his bottom lip.

My thighs clench thinking about that mouth earlier this morning. While Rex slept, Spencer ate me out like it was his last meal. And he was ravenous. I still have the bite marks on my thighs to remember it by.

But because I’ve been surrounded by people all day, I haven’t had a second to myself.

I need a minute.

Just one.

“I’m running to the restroom,” I tell Gemma, holding my clutch to me. “Keep an eye on my little brother. I don’t put it past Spencer to try and feed him cake.”

The whole family is here, even Wyatt, Hugo’s grandfather. Well, everyone except for Jude for obvious reasons.

Gemma laughs and then makes her way over to where Spencer is now intently listening to Dempsey as he gestures wildly, eyes wide and grin even wider amidst his vibrant storytelling. Because of Nathan’s influence in this town, and my statement against Drew, the police saw Dempsey’s killing as a matter of defending an innocent. Sloane was instrumental in making sure the case was open and shut, heralding Dempsey as a hero rather than a villain.

It pays to be a Park.

I make my way through the throngs of excited people and into the restroom. There’s a line and I’m about to wet myself by the time I make it into a stall that reeks of old lady perfume. Finally, I rip the box out of my clutch and open it.

It’s probably negative.

I only forgot my birth control a few times last month.

But I had sex. A lot. Sometimes with both of them when Rex was asleep, but more often than not, with each of them individually. We steal the moments when they come and it just works. We’re happy.

Awkwardly, I lift my dress and attempt to pee on the test. Once finished, I clean off the pee and set it on the edge of the toilet paper holder. I finish up and then stand, waiting on the results. There are people out there, probably about to piss themselves as they wait for an open stall, but they’re not getting this one. Not yet.

Time seems to tick slowly by despite the rapid hammering of my heart.

A baby—another one—would be a complication we don’t need. Hugo has been incredibly busy with work, and me and Spencer started school in late August, with Spencer taking night classes at PMU to be home with Rex during the day while me and Hugo are out.

Another baby means more juggling.

More sleepless nights.

And more love.

Tears well as I read the results of the stick. Pregnant. I knew it. Deep down, I just knew. Now it’s been confirmed.

As much as I want to run into that crowded room to tell them both, I know now’s not the time. I’ll tell both Hugo and Spencer soon. One day when all three of us are cuddled together after lovemaking that requires each part of our unique tripod.

That’s when I’ll tell them.

They’re daddies.

Both of them will be the daddies. Again.

Speaking of daddies. I’m not sure what to do about mine. For some reason, he’s been reaching out and trying to make amends. All his texts go unanswered. His last one said:

Dad: You’ll be happy to know I quit working for Ben. No matter how pissed I was, he wasn’t faultless. I unfairly blamed you for everything.

It wasn’t the apology I’d wanted, but it was something. A start in the right direction at repairing our relationship. I also learned via his texts Ben was working things out with his wife.

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