Page 17 of Blindside

“Why the fuck is he here?” I look up from my phone at Crue’s voice and frown at the sight of Nathan with Darius, Beck, Leah and Katie. Pocketing my phone, Crue and I both head toward them but before we can get near Nathan, Katie jumps in front of us and places her hands on each of our chests like she has a right to touch us after what she fucking did!

“Don’t you dare hurt him,” she snarls. Narrowing my eyes at her, I make sure she can see that her pathetic pleas mean nothing to me anymore. “He helped me. If you need an explanation about why I did what I did we have a long ass flight and have the time. None of this is what either of you think—”

“How the fuck would you know what we think?” Crue cuts in and asks.

Katie doesn’t cower away from his harsh tone. “I know you love Saint. I also know he loves you but didn’t know how to show you without using me to do it.” My eyes widen slightly before I quickly school my features. “I can also see that you both finally gave into your… urges—” Before she can finish I slap a hand over her mouth and pin her with a warning look to shut her fucking mouth.

“You have the plane ride to convince us not to murder him. Fail to do so and your wannabe baby daddy will be lying in a ditch somewhere in New Zealand,” I snarl. I cut a quick glance to Nathan who stands there stoically behind Darius and Beck. Fucking pussy, I think as I pull away and head for the gate to get this flight over with.

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The flight attendant leads us to our seats in first class. Crue leads while Katie is in the middle of us. I watch her look around and take everything in. She’s too busy looking around to notice Crue has stopped and bumps into him. She stumbles backward only to knock into me, so I grip her waist to steady her. She clears her throat and quickly rights herself before mumbling her thanks and moving to the middle seat the hostess points out. I snag the one on her other side so she’s stuck sitting between Crue and me.

“If there’s anything you need, please let me know,” the stewardess says, and before she can leave Katie’s words stop her.

“I need to express, do you have somewhere where the milk can be stored so I can donate it?” I peer around her pod to stare at Crue who is looking directly at me. This bitch.

The hostess opens her mouth but I cut on before she can answer. “She’s joking, don’t worry about it.” Katie turns toward me, ready to argue but whatever she sees on my face has her clamping her mouth closed and slouching back in her seat.

Crue leans across the aisle, Katie tenses as she meets his angry stare. “You aren’t giving away my kids fucking food. Put it in a container or keep it in your tits if you have to, but you aren’t giving it away.”

“I can’t keep it in, you dick,” she whisper shouts. “I have to express every two hours, so unless you plan on drinking it and storing it in your nut sacks for later use, I have to pump it and dump it.” Crue’s face screws up in disgust.

“You aren’t dumping shit or giving it away,” I interject. she shoots both of us a scathing look before crossing her arms over her chest. I see her flinch and that’s when I pay closer attention. Her tits look fuller, almost like they have grown two cup sizes. She doesn’t notice me watching as she gently massages the tops of her tits and the side, almost like she is trying to relieve the pressure of her milk. Fuck, the longer I stare at her the more I see she isn’t just uncomfortable—-she’s in pain. She keeps her eyes closed and continues to rub her tits as the plane takes off, and the moment we are in the air and the captain turns the seatbelt sign off, I’m on my feet and yanking her to hers.

“What are you doing?” she snaps in an annoyed tone.

“Get whatever the fuck you need to empty your tits and follow me.” Relief shines in her eyes. She grabs her backpack off the floor and motions for me to lead the way. I shoot Crue a look to follow us as I lead the way toward the bathroom, benefits of first class is the bathrooms are big enough to fit the three of us with ease.

Katie

Crue shuts and locks the door. I stand here awkwardly with my bag clutched against my chest as the two of them stand there staring at me with bored looks on their faces. When it becomes obvious that they plan on staying while I do this, I balk at them.

“Seriously?” I hiss. Crue crosses his arms over his chest while Saint quirks a brow daring me to push this matter. “Fine,” I grit out as I close the toilet seat lid and place my bag on top of it. As I grab out the pump and all its connections, I turn to the side and thank the lord above that the bathroom has a power socket. I plug it in and turn my back to the guys as I lift my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra, when I hear a hiss and groan come from them, it fills me with warmth to know that they still enjoy the sight of me. I flinch in pain when I secure the cups to each of my nipples. I didn’t have time to express before we left the house, I’m so full and it fucking hurts. I switch on the pump and sigh the moment it begins to pull the milk from me.

I never knew how painful it felt for your breasts to fill with milk. If you don’t get relief from expressing or feeding the baby, it’s fucking agony having them this full. I know I’m gonna be here for a while and need to change out the bottles to the other ones to relieve myself so I move my bag to the floor and turn around before dropping down onto the lid of the toilet. Both their eyes widen at the sight of the contraption attached to me. I cross my leg over the top of the other and try to look as sexy as one can with this shit attached to their tits and say,

“Welcome to my daily life. Well, actually this is what I do every couple hours. You want answers from me so ask what you want to know. I’m gonna be here awhile emptying these bad bitches out.” They narrow their eyes at the snarky tone of my voice, but I’m passed caring what they think.

“Why’d you lie to us about losing her?” Crue asks. I refuse to cower under the pressure of his gaze, sitting up straight as I answer.

“I didn’t.” He opens his mouth to argue but I push on. “I really did think I lost the baby. I bled everywhere and anyone with a brain knows when you're pregnant and bleed it means you lost the baby. After the night you both came over and found the test and we fought, I thought I lost her then and that’s when I decided that I needed to head home. I had to get away and try to recover from the loss of Cody and everything you two did to me, except, before I could leave, I fainted and thought it was due to blood loss. Turns out I didn’t lose the baby.”

“What happened?” Saint asks.

“I found out that I had a subchorionic hematoma and bleeding is normal with that. I was shocked as hell to learn I was still pregnant. I thought I had for sure lost the baby after all the stress and everything with losing Cody and the night we all argued when you found out.”

“You ran from us!” I glare at Crue.

“I didn’t have a choice, you both left me! I was spiraling, couldn’t you fucking see that? My best friend was murdered. I wanted to tell you both about the baby but then shit with Corvin happened and it never felt like the right time. Then, I thought I lost her. I blamed myself for losing our baby. If I had of put her first instead of living in my own grief of losing my best friend she would be fine. Neither of you two were fucking there, so don’t you dare judge me!”

“You should have told us you found out you didn’t lose the baby,” Saint roars. I flinch at the sound of his angry tone and drop my gaze to my lap.

“You’re right, I should have told you both but I couldn’t,” I whisper.

“Why?” I mull over Crue’s question for a minute debating if I should lie but what good would that do?

I slowly lift my head and look to each of them. God, they’re so beautiful even when they look at me with nothing but anger and distrust. “Look how you both reacted when you found that test, neither of you two were happy. I mean, for God’s sake, Crue, you blamed me for getting pregnant and made out like I planned this!” I shake my head and look to Saint next. “And you, how could you accuse me of sleeping with you both for a golden ticket to a life where I would never have to struggle?” They both at least have the decency to look appalled by their actions. “Don’t bullshit me and say you weren’t relieved when you thought I lost the baby, so forgive me for not calling my boyfriends with the amazing news of finding out that our daughter wasn’t dead and in fact alive and thriving inside me.”

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