“Uh-huh.”
I gape at the two of them, wondering how the hell we got onto this topic. I don’t particularly want to be thinking about any of the guys like that, though I'm not going to lie, a Widow sandwich would be sexy as hell.
“Speaking of Nic,” Colton says, coming over to me with his phone in hand before stopping and meeting my eyes. “What’s going on?” he asks. “You look like you’re thinking too hard.”
“Nothing,” I grin, glancing at Milo, who grins right back. “Just thinking about a Widow sandwich and what exactly that would involve.”
“Girl,” Milo grumbles, his voice low. “If you need any visuals, you just let me know. I’ve got them all stored up in this perfect head of mine. Every position, every angle, anything you need.”
“Alright,” Colton says, shoving Milo off towards Spencer. “Get out of here before she decides one dick ain’t enough for her.”
I can’t help but laugh as I pull my towel tighter around me, but seeing the seriousness come over Colton’s face, the laughter fades away. “What’s going on?”
He holds up his phone. “I just had an update from the lawyers. Nic is playing it smart and only confessing to the crimes that would have him serving a lesser sentence.”
I let out a sigh, but honestly, I’m not surprised. Nic is a very ‘in the moment’ kind of guy. He may have had a conscience with a gun to his head, but he's had some time to think it over. Apparently, his newest plan doesn't include spending the rest of his life behind bars. One thing I know about Nic is that he’s not stupid. He’s going to play the system as well as he can.
I meet Colton’s eyes. “What’s he looking at?”
“Worst case scenario, he’s looking at twelve years, but my lawyers are pretty fucking good. They’ll do what they can to get it reduced, and obviously, with good behavior, he’d probably be out sooner. My guess is maybe he’ll be out after ten.
I nod my head, lost in thought. Ten years is a long freaking time, but in the end, is that ten years enough to make up for what he’s done? Probably not.
“You okay?” Colton murmurs, hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me in so that he can press a kiss to my temple.
“Yeah,” I say with a sigh. “I guess it’s better than the alternative.”
He nods, knowing I’m referring to having to put a bullet through his head, but nothing else is said on it when Harrison comes striding out the door with burgers.
“Lunch anyone?” he announces, placing the burgers down so we can help ourselves.
Fuck yeah. A wide grin stretches across my face, and I drop my towel to the ground before practically barging Harrison out of the way and grabbing a burger. I’ve been so hungry lately. I could eat a supermarket out of groceries right now.
I start chowing down on my burger, shoving it down as though this is the last meal I’ll ever eat. Everyone starts getting out of the pool, and as they start making their way over to grab their own burger before I clear them out, Milo stops and stares.
“What?” I grumble around my full mouth. “Quit staring, bitch.”
“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Slow down. I’m all for loving every body shape, but girlllll, you’re putting on a little pudge down there.”
“What?” I grunt, my eyes going wide as I glance down my body, taking in the tiniest little baby bump that was poking out just a bit this morning. I guess after adding four glasses of juice and my non-stop eating, it’s all sticking out just a little bit more.
Fuck. There's no avoiding it now.
My eyes swivel to Colton’s, and he watches me with a raised brow. He's all for making the announcement so I don't have to tip-toe around anyone, but for some reason, I've been keeping the whole baby thing close to my chest.
I put my burger down, swallowing what’s left in my mouth, and glancing up at everyone now staring at my ‘pudge’. “So, umm … I kind of have something to tell you guys.” The twins and Drix instantly suck in deep breaths, catching on a lot sooner than the guys. “But,” I continue, cutting them off before they get a chance to get excited. “It’s not exactly what you think.”
All four of the girls glance around at each other in confusion while the guys just stare, having absolutely no idea what’s going on.
“So, as you know, a few months ago, after the masquerade party we had here, I was attacked by Jude.” Drix instantly starts shaking her head, figuring it out too soon for her own good, but I continue on, knowing that if I stop now, I won’t be able to get the words out. “He got me pregnant that night, and I found out a few weeks ago.”