Page 3 of Another Ryan Christmas

She smiles at me, her hand running down my chest toward the waistband of my suit pants. “Is that a promise?”

Chapter2

Shane

Movement catches my attention out of the corner of my eye as Liam tosses a stack of poker chips into the center of the table. I glance at the doorway and the sight of my wife in only her underwear and Mikey’s tuxedo jacket makes my cock immediately jump to attention. I wasn’t expecting them back for hours. “Jesus, sweetheart. I hope you didn’t leave the apartment in that get up.”

She laughs softly and shakes her head.

Conor checks his watch. “Not that I’m complaining, angel, but why are you back already? Is everything okay?”

“Where are your clothes, baby?” Liam adds.

Her beautiful cheeks turn red and she looks down at her attire, sinking her teeth into her plump bottom lip. “I got hot.”

Conor flashes her a wicked grin. “You are fucking hot.”

Something’s wrong.I push back my chair. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Nibbling on her juicy bottom lip she crosses the room and I pull her onto my lap before placing my hand on her forehead. She gives me a sweet, sexy smile. She doesn’t feel hot although my body temperature is sure on the rise from the way her perfect ass is nestled against my cock.

“Our girl also got a sudden and intense attack of nausea.” Mikey holds up a white paper bag like the kind you get from the drug store. I can take a guess at what he has in there and it makes me suck in a breath. “The kind that passes after a few minutes,” he adds with a knowing smirk.

“But you feel okay now?” I ask her, my eyes searching her face.

“Yeah. Perfectly fine now. And so Mikey thinks—”

“You’re pregnant?” Liam doesn’t let her finish her sentence.

Mikey grins. “We’re about to find out.” He thrusts the bag into Jessie’s hand. “Go do the thing, Red.”

Fuck, she’s pregnant again. I swallow down the knot of emotion that clogs my throat while she glances between us nervously. I press my lips close to her ear, my breath ruffling her hair. “You want me to come with you, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head, aware that if I accompany her to the bathroom to watch her pee on a stick, there’s every likelihood that my brothers will too. “But maybe you could all wait outside?”

Conor winks at her. “Like there would ever be anywhere else we’d be.”

Mikey pacesup and down the room chewing on his thumbnail and Conor leans against the wall beside the bathroom door, hands stuffed into his pockets a frown furrowing his brow. Meanwhile Liam and I sit on the edge of the bed, arms folded staring at the door while we wait for our wife. I can’t help but think about when we were trying for a baby last time, and how devastated she’d be every month when her period arrived. We agreed to try again a few months ago but she only came off her birth control last month, and that was mostly my doing. The four of us want more kids so badly and I know we can be a lot, so I wanted to make sure she was ready. Not for the baby, because she’s the best fucking mom in the world to our twins, but for the emotional toll the whole process might take.

And she is. Jessie Ryan is the strongest person I have ever known. Still, whatever the results are, we’re all here for her. For each other.

The toilet flushes and Mikey stops pacing. Conor stares at the door now too. After the sound of running water, Jessie emerges from the bathroom, a nervous smile on her face as she holds the test between her fingers.

Conor cups her jaw in his hand. “How long, angel?”

“Two minutes,” she replies.

“Fuck that. I’m checking now,” Mikey says as he plucks the stick from her hand.

“Mikey!” she admonishes him before she goes to snatch it back but he dodges her and stares at the test. The giant goofy smile that lights up his face stops her from moving any further.

She claps a hand over her mouth.

Liam edges off the bed and moves closer to his twin. “Is it positive?”

Turning the white piece of plastic in his hands, he holds it up for us all to see. “Sure fucking is.”

Jessie gasps and Conor wraps her in his arms. “You’re sure, Mikey?” he asks with a frown.

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