Double Score

“Marry me, Vanessa.”

“What?” I sat forward on the couch.

“For real. Plan the wedding. Meet me at the end of the aisle.”

“Wait a fucking minute.” Isaac leaned forward.

I closed my eyes. This is not what I had planned. My heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“I’m being serious. You and Vanessa are tied together forever. She’s having your baby. Be my wife.” He’s eyes pierced me.

“I-I…are we crazy?”

“Fucking nuts,” Dylan laughed.

Isaac rubbed the back of his head. “The world is going to think this baby is yours.”

I brushed his cheek with the back of my hand. “It’s our baby. And I belong to both of you. I don’t care what the world thinks. This baby is going to have so much love. Two amazing daddies.” I was tearing up again. Damn these pregnancy hormones.

I wiped my eyes.

Isaac nodded his head. “Only if I get a honeymoon too.”

I giggled. “I think we can come up with some king of emergency Warriors business that will require the VP to be on hand.” I winked, loving how smart Charlie’s plan was.

“Triple honeymoon. I like it.” Isaac smiled.

“We’re really going to plan a wedding?” I squealed.

“Yeah, darlin’. You’re going to be a bride.”

I looked down at my stomach. “People are going to know, aren’t they? I don’t want to be huge at our wedding. Oh, God.”

“You’re beautiful now. And you’re going to be beautiful whenever you set the date.”

I nodded. I was panicking for no reason.

“I have something else I need to tell you.”

They listened while I filled them in on the family breakfast meeting.

Isaac’s eyes hardened. “He’s not taking the team.”

“No, he’s not.” Dylan’s voice was rougher than usual.

“I have legal on it, and Charlie is already planning how to spin the family fall out if it gets to that. I don’t want this to hurt the Warriors brand. We’re a family team, and the last thing I need is my family feud destroying the legacy. It has taken all season to earn the respect of the team again, I can’t have them doubting me.”

“Let us take care of that.” Dylan squeezed my shoulder. “The guys love you for what you’ve done for them. They aren’t going to want your partying brother to take over and gamble away everything they’ve accomplished. I can handle the team.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

I sank down in the pillows. I was suddenly exhausted.

Isaac pulled a blanket from the back of the couch. “I’m going to prop my knee up over here. Why don’t you sleep?”

“I have to get ready for the press conference,” I argued.

Dylan kissed my cheek. “We’ll wake you up. Rest.”