Page 73 of Three Daddies Under the Mistletoe

Sully gives me a broad smile. “You are really fixated on that day-old pizza, babe. What’s the deal?”

“Yeah, I thought the entrees here were pretty good,” Jason adds, equally amused. “And I’m pretty sure you raided at least one platter on your own.” His humor fades as he realizes that he might be digging himself into an accidental hole. “Not that I’ve been keeping track, baby, you know I love you.”

I can’t stop a laugh from rolling out of my chest. “It’s okay, honey. It’s just that I’m still hungry. Leftover pizza sounds easy, and you know what would work great with it? I remember we had an opened jar of pickles in the fridge, too. I’d ravage that. I’d totally ravage that.”

“You haven’t had cravings like this since you were pregnant with Ashton,” Matthew jokes, but then it hits him as he stares at my glass. “Hold on…”

Sully is quick to catch on. “You haven’t had a single drop of alcohol tonight, Selina.”

“Yeah, I guess that comes with the territory of being pregnant. Again,” I reply with a cool grin.

I have to admit, the utter shock, the total blank expressions on their faces was worth waiting until this evening to break the news. The tests came back positive this morning, though I’d suspected something over the past few weeks. Sore breasts, the late period, and now the cravings returning with a vengeance. I’m happy to be able to give them such news. We did talk about having a bigger family. Another kid or two. The ideal would’ve been for each of my men to father a child of their own, though given the way we operate, the way we love each other so intensely, the odds would always be uncertain.

It doesn’t matter. We’re having another child.

And the happiness spreading across their faces as they grasp this unexpected reality has my heart singing yet another song of joy. I keep telling myself that it doesn’t get any better than this, but the universe seems intent on proving me wrong.

The End

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