Page 21 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

“You’re not dreaming, Heather,” Gray’s voice is soft, and I slap my hand over my mouth so I don’t say anything else I shouldn’t. “Scope is right, though, we do love you. We should have said it a long time ago. You should have never doubted what you mean to us or what we saw for our future.”

“Our future?”

“Yeah,” Poe’s voice is thick with emotion, “the only future worth living is one with you as our old lady.”

The tears I’ve been fighting start to slide down my cheeks so fast that I’m unable to wipe them away before more are already there. I’m not usually a crier, but between my men showing up and telling me everything my heart has been yearning for and the hormones, I’m a mess.

Scope is up and striding across the room as I gasp, “Your old lady?”

As he crouches down in front of where I’m sitting, Scope’s eyes rove over my face. “You should know we claimed you at the table before we came here.”

I cover my face with my hands as the tears come even faster with his words. It’s almost too much to be offered my greatest wish and deepest dream. He picks me up and cradles me against his chest before taking his seat again in the middle of the couch while Viper and Bedlam’s hands reach for me, touching me wherever they can. It’s strange how a touch can be soothing and arousing at the same time.

Now is not the time to get turned on. I focus on how safe their touch makes me feel and how the rough edges of my hurt seem to melt.

“We shouldn’t have waited,” Gray admits, his eyes solemn. “At first we decided to wait because we couldn’t claim you before earning our cuts and we didn’t want our relationship to be a problem for you.” I frown a little bit at his words, but they do make sense. “Then when you left, I convinced them to wait to come after you until after we were patched in so we could offer you more.” His voice drops, his next words for himself more than me, “We shouldn’t have waited, we should have gone after you right away.”

I reach out and run my fingers through his hair. “I understand what you were trying to do and why you made the choice to wait. I just wish,” I look away from him, the remorse and guilt in his green eyes almost too much for me to bear, “I just wish I had known that’s what you saw for our future. I wouldn’t have left. I would have stuck it out.”

“We’re so fucking sorry, Cherub,” Bedlam chokes out.

I reach for him and grip his bicep, giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry too. For running. For hiding. For not telling you about the baby.”

I smooth a hand over my belly and the baby gives a kick which has me letting out a gasping giggle. My men still as they look at me and try to figure out what’s wrong.

I grip Scope’s hand first since he’s already holding my hip and he doesn’t have far to go. I press it right over where the baby just kicked, and they do it again which doesn’t surprise me because they are very active at night. His gray eyes are wide as he stares down at my belly.

When the baby shifts a little, I grab Bedlam and Viper’s hands, pulling them to my belly and giving it a push with their hands to encourage some movement. I get a punch on one side and a kick to the other, or at least that’s what I think it is.

“Holy shit,” Bedlam breathes out and I watch in fascination as his face transforms into pure bliss.

My men have always been attractive, beautiful even, but seeing their faces filled with wonder and awe as they feel our baby move in my belly makes them otherworldly.

Bedlam’s voice is soft, like he’s afraid our little one will stop moving if he talks too loudly, which is silly, “After Viper was patched in, we started building a house on the compound.”

“Which, by the way, I just learned about,” Scope cuts in with a glare at his brothers, but it doesn’t hold any real heat.

“We want you to come back with us,” Viper gently prods. “We want to make a home with you, a place where our family can thrive.”

I’m shocked by their words, even after they told me they love me. I should be jumping up and down and grabbing the chance with both hands. Isn’t this what I wanted? What I’ve been dreaming about?

“I’m not saying no,” I blurt when I feel like I’ve been quiet for a little too long. “I just,” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, “this is all kind of overwhelming. I don’t want us to jump into something and then regret it down the road.”

“Never,” my three men say in unison.

I believe them, I do, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need a little time to come to terms with them knowing I’m pregnant and offering me the world.

CHAPTER 10

HEATHER

My skin is too fucking tight on my body and not just because my belly is growing. It’s so much more than that. I try and adjust the giant pregnancy pillow Lark insisted was necessary, but it’s not helping. It’s helped every other night I’ve used it.

Okay, that’s only partially true. It’s helped my body be more comfortable, but it never did a damn thing for my racing mind, which is a huge factor in why I can’t go to sleep. Knowing my men are just in the other room sacked out on the biggest air mattress they could find at the last minute is really fucking with me.

They’re so damn close, but they’re not right here with me.

I want them here with me.

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