After washing my hair, I let the water slide over my shoulders, soaking in the heat as I lean against the tiled wall.
One pee test and my world changed forever. So, what happens next? I’m scared to face the guys, to hear them voice their concerns and admit that they don’t think I’m cut out for this.
I can’t bear to hear them tell me that I’m right; I’m not enough.
“Chloe?” Ethan’s voice cuts through my dark thoughts. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” I call out, reaching for the water and turning it off.
Ethan comes in bare-chested, wearing a pair of sweats, and hands me a towel. “We didn’t want you to be alone,” he says. Behind him, I see my other men. Enzo, Mason, and Noah, all waiting for me.
Their presence here, in my steamy bathroom, immediately puts me at ease, and all my worries seem to slip away as they reach for me, pulling me toward them. I may doubt myself in a thousand ways, but my men haven’t left me, not now, not yet. They are here, still standing, and drawing me near.
“Baby, don’t cry,” Noah says, wrapping a towel around me as I step from the shower. My hair drips on the tile floor, and I watch Enzo and Mason step back to my bedroom, turning on the lamp and pulling back my blankets.
Ethan takes a comb and begins to untangle my hair as Noah dries me off. “You’re all being too good to me,” I tell them, overwhelmed.
“No such thing, Chloe, you’re our everything,” Ethan says from behind me, his words tickling my ear.
“And you are carrying too much on your own,” Noah says.
Their words really help ease my uncertainty. After all, they were the two who seemed most shocked and underwhelmed downstairs when I told them the news.
Mason comes back into the bathroom, our eyes meeting. When he looks at me, he sees me as the best version of myself. But sometimes that belief in me, it’s scary. Like, am I really the woman he imagines? Am I really as good and pure and true as he deserves?
“They’re right,” Mason says. “Whatever happens these next nine months, you have to let us be the ones to help carry you.”
Behind me, Ethan kisses the base of my neck, pushing aside my wet hair. I close my eyes, letting the moment wash over me.
His lips on my bare skin feel like a sunrise, hope in a new dawn. My head falls back and the towel drops as Noah lowers to his knees. His mouth is on my belly, kissing it softly, and tears prick my eye at the tenderness. I know Noah doesn’t want to be a father, he said as much at Disneyland a few weeks ago, but regardless, he is here, right now, with me.
Maybe they are right. Maybe all the problems can’t be solved in one night or in one month. Hell, in a lifetime. But maybe right now the answer I need, in this moment, is right in front of me.
Enzo takes a bottle of essential oil from my bathroom counter and cocks his head toward the bedroom.
We silently follow his lead, and he tells me to lie on my belly. I do as I am told. He rubs lavender massage oil on my back, his strong capable hands applying the perfect amount of pressure. I turn my head to the side, my cheek propped on a pillow, and find Mason there. He’s taken off his pants and I watch as he runs his hand over his thick shaft. It grows under his touch, and I feel my pussy get wet at the sight before me.
Mason is so hot, and it’s crazy to think someone, as ripped as him, could be aroused by me. But if his growing cock says anything, it’s that I do.
“It feels so good,” I moan as Enzo works out the tension in my shoulders. I turn my head and on the other side of me is Noah, who has also stepped out of his pants. His ladder of abs is something to behold and I bite my bottom lip, groaning at my mounting excitement.
“You like that, love?” he asks, but he knows I do because I reach out to him, rolling over so I am on my back, reaching one hand around him and my other hand around Mason on the other side of me. His big cock is so thick and smooth in my hand; I love the way it throbs under my touch.
Enzo straddles me, massaging my breasts tenderly, somehow aware that they are more sensitive than normal.
They are growing too.
“Bella,” he moans. “Your tits are so gorgeous,” I swear they’ve grown a cup size overnight and I smile widely, loving the attention. “They’ve gotten so big.”
“I know, and I’m hornier than I usually am too,” I admit. I feel Ethan’s hands press my legs apart, his mouth blowing warm air against my exposed pussy. I bite my bottom lip as his tongue presses against my cunt, licking and teasing me.