Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Oh, fuck, did you hear that? They’re already here! I can already hear their voices coming from the hall. Rushing toward the kitchen, I throw my oven mitts on top of the counter and, grabbing the bottle of champagne sitting there, I bring it with me to the living room.
I get there just as they’re walking inside the living room, and they stop dead in their tracks as they see the homemade dinner I’ve prepared.
“Alright…” Carter whispers suspiciously, looking at Derek with one cocked eyebrow before turning his attention toward me. “Please tell me you’re not apologizing for giving away all of our money.”
“Oh, are we going to be living under a bridge now?” Derek laughs, closing the distance between him and I, and pressing his mouth on mine. “What’s all this about, baby?”
“I’ve got something to tell you,” I tell them, anticipation making my heart beat faster and faster.
“Something good…?” Carter tries, coming up to me and kissing me as well.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out, speaking so fast that I mash the words together.
“You what?” Derek asks me, turning around so fast to look at me that he almost stumbles forward. I take two deep breaths to calm myself and then repeat my words, slowly this time.
“I. Am. Pregnant.”
“Holy fuck,” Derek cries out, rushing toward me to take me in his arms. He stops a few feet away from me and, instead of locking me into a bear hug, he wraps his arms softly (and rather comically) around me.
“I’m not made of glass, you know?” I laugh and, acting as if they’re one, both men go down to their knees in front of me. They reach for my belly and rest their hands there, a delicious smile on their faces.
“I guess we’re about to become daddies for real,” Carter says, turning to Derek. He reaches for Derek’s hand and takes it in his, squeezing it softly as both men go up to their feet.
“I love you,” I breathe out, one hand on my belly, over theirs, as my gaze shifts from one to the other. “You’re my life, the two of you…”
“Well, now we’re four,” Derek says, lacing me by the waist with one arm and kissing me deeply. Our tongues dance around one another and, the moment we pull back from each other, Carter’s lips land on my own.
Before I know it, Derek has picked me up from the floor and is carrying me in his arms, turning toward the master bedroom.
“Dinner’s going to get cold,” I laugh, but truth be told, I couldn’t care less about dinner right now.
“We’ll reheat it,” Carter offers casually, grabbing Derek by the hand and dragging us toward the bedroom. “We need to celebrate,” he says as he pushes the door to our bedroom open, pulling us all inside and not even bothering to turn on the lights.
Yeah, that’s what we’ll be doing all night long—celebrating. And by God, if there’s anything that needs celebrating, it’s this.
Can you believe it? We’re going to be parents! And to think that one year ago I was just landing in New York, a knot in my stomach as I prepared to face the real world for the first time in ages. And look where I’m now … more than being rich, I’m happy. And believe me when I say it: nothing beats being happy.
Specially when being happy means the two most gorgeous men on Earth love you.
Feel free to envy me.
I’ve earned it.