Page 10 of Claimed by My Lawyers

Hendrix comes back to the table, grabs the papers he suspected he might need, then stands next to the podium. He flips through the pages as he lists each of the dates Prick went to court over his anaphylaxis. Turns out this guy is a real piece of work, putting his life on the line to get payoffs from restaurants.

Since Hendrix is a decent guy, he doesn’t bring up our suspicion that Prick has a nurse fetish. Unfortunately, Aria, the nurse who was at my bakery and assisted with his epi pen got pulled in to testify. Little does Prick know that Aria hasn’t given him a second thought. She only has eyes for her stepbrothers, but I only know that because they live in the same secluded neighborhood as Hendrix, who happens to be wrapping up his point.

“All of those dates should sound familiar, Mister Benedict. Without infringing on your medical rights, I pulled court documents of the claims you made against restaurants.” Hendrix has a powerful command in the courtroom. He seems even bigger than normal.

I catch myself leaning toward Damian and pull back, sitting straight in my chair to avoid a public display of affection even though I could use his snuggle right now.

“I can’t help it if restaurants are sloppy with food safety. The bigger question ought to be why you and your intern have sex with your client.”

My stomach drops so hard I think the baby kicked. It’s too early for that, though.

Murmuring comes from everywhere in the courtroom. How does he know?

“You’re not the only one who knows how to do research.” Benedict sneers at Hendrix then at Damian and me.

Will this ruin everything? Will he shame us? The judge can bring it all crashing down. My mind goes to the worst possibility. I don’t want to be a jailbird mom.

Damian whispers, “Hendrix will handle this.”

The judge asks, “Is this true?”

“Your Honor, Yvette was my—our—girlfriend before she was our client.”

The judge peers down her nose. “When did you take this case?”

Hendrix gives her the exact date. Fear bubbles through me. Not because Prick just announced to the whole courtroom that I’m in a relationship with two guys, and Hendrix acknowledged it, but because the dates won’t work. He has to tell the truth.

“And can you be as specific about the date you began a relationship with Miss Solis?”

“Yes, Your Honor.” He gives her the same date.

Her eyes narrow. “Don’t play games with me, Counselor.”

“I would never do that, Your Honor.”

“Then how can you claim to have had a relationship first when she became your client on the same day?”

“If you will allow it, Frank Wallace the public defender can vouch for us.”

Damian tracks Frank down, and the rest is history. We win. Prick loses. Hendrix demonstrates his phenomenal ability to handle the courtroom. But I’m more interested in the victory celebration Damian promised. I’ll give them the baby news to put a cherry on top of this year.

We’re the last case of the day, and Damian tells us to wait while everyone else files out.

Hendrix is antsy. “Believe it or not, this is one of my least favorite places to be. Let’s go home for the celebration.”

“The celebration has to be here.” Damian grins wickedly as he takes Hendrix aside. They look at something he pulls from his bag, then they turn to me, simultaneously dropping to their knees. For a second, I think they have Jell-O legs for once, instead of me.

I figure it out pretty quickly though.

They each hold up a ring box, nod at each other, and say, “Yvette, we love you. Will you marry us, right now?”

I think back to my request that we not get married until after the court case. They’d said they didn’t want to wait, but a rather satisfying negotiation had bought me time and orgasms.

“I love you both so much. Yes, with sprinkles on top.”

“And cream filled,” Damian adds.

“I’ll cover it with glaze as long as I get to put some of the cream inside too.”

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