Page 58 of Four Stepbrothers for Christmas

I grinned. “Nothing would make me happier.”

After exploring every nook and cranny of the opulent space, we settled into the cozy living area. It was evening, the city lights painting a picturesque backdrop. The topic of conversation shifted to our futures, which seemed more intertwined than ever.

"I've been thinking," Isaac began, his deep voice capturing our attention. "This place is big enough for all of us – not just Becca and me. What do you all say about making this our home?"

Vinnie nodded in agreement. "It's the perfect place to start our life together."

Archer chimed in, "It's practical and beautiful. Plus, with all of us here, we can truly make it ours."

Feeling a burst of joy at the thought of a shared future, I interjected, "I'm all in. Living together sounds perfect."

“More than room enough for five,” Luke said.

Make that six, I thought. The tension building inside me was nearly too much. I had to tell the guys, and it couldn’t wait a minute longer.With the important decision made, I took a deep breath, preparing to share some surprises of my own.

"Alright, now that we've settled that, I have two surprises for you all."

Reaching into my bag, I brought out the first gift – framed photographs of the majestic stallions I'd captured during our time at the cabin. Their sheer power and grace were frozen in time, a perfect reflection of the men before me.

"These are incredible, Becca," Archer whispered, clearly moved by the sentiment.

Vinnie added, holding his frame close, "A beautiful reminder of our time together. Thank you."

Holding out a small Christmas sack, I teased, "There's one more surprise. But there's a catch. Only one of you can open it."

The guys exchanged glances, each contemplating whether to take the lead. After a playful round of rock-paper-scissors, Isaac emerged the victor.

With a playful smirk, I handed him the sack, "Go on. This surprise is for all of you."

Isaac carefully untied the ribbon and reached inside. Pulling out a tiny pair of baby shoes, he looked up, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. The rest of the room was in stunned silence.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered, my heart swelling with emotion.

In the immediate aftermath of the words tumbling from my lips, a heavy silence settled in the room. The weight of my confession, the enormity of it, hung in the air, making it dense, almost suffocating. For a split second, I wondered if I'd made the right decision in telling them here, in this grand penthouse overlooking the heart of Manhattan.

And then, the reactions came in a cascade of emotions.

Vinnie was the first to break the silence, his face lighting up in a broad grin. "We're going to be dads? All of us?"

Luke, ever the practical one, immediately wanted details. "Have you seen a doctor?"

Archer knelt in front of me, placing a gentle hand over my still-flat belly. "There's a little life in there," he whispered, his eyes moist with emotion.

Isaac simply pulled me into a tight embrace, burying his face in my hair. "Thank you," he murmured. "For this gift."

“I haven’t seen the doctor yet,” I said. “I go in two weeks and you can all come with me if you want.”

The room was awash in a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and a dash of nervousness. Champagne was poured -sparkling cider for me- glasses clinked, and plans were immediately hatched. We discussed baby rooms, name choices, and all the responsibilities that come with a newborn. It was clear that each one of them was already deeply invested in this new life, ready to face the challenges and joys of fatherhood.

I watched them, these strong, powerful men, each expressing their joy and commitment in their unique ways. I was struck by the beauty of the moment, the confluence of our love creating a new chapter in our lives.

The warmth from our celebration, the thrill of our impending parenthood, everything mingled, creating an electricity in the room. The joy from the news of the pregnancy had somehow evolved into adifferentkind of excitement, one I was familiar with when I was around my men.

The light banter and teasing shifted subtly, eyes deepening with desire, touches lingering a little longer, and before I was even conscious of how it began, clothes began to shed. The opulence of Isaac's penthouse seemed to fade into insignificance as I became the center of their universe.

The silk of the carpet against my back was cool, but the heat from the hands caressing me was more than enough to keep the chill at bay. Archer's lips were on mine, passionate but tender, as if he were savoring the news just shared. Luke was at my ear, his whispers not words, but breathy sighs, letting me know without words what he intended.

Archer's hands, always so confident, began to explore me. His fingertips danced down my sides, sending shivers up my spine, then tracing patterns over my stomach, before settling where I ached the most. The intimacy of his touch, combined with the depth of our emotional connection, had me spiraling quickly.

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