“I’m pregnant.”
Caleb splays his hand over mine, as he looks down in wonder, and then Noah’s hand covers his. It’s such a protective move.
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper.
Deep down, I knew I felt different. I can’t even explain it, but something had me running to the pharmacy during my lunch break, and I bought a test.
But I was also terrified to even hope that the test would be positive.
I didn’t want to get my hopes up again, or theirs, for that matter. They’ve been nothing but patient with me and comforting me after the first few times I broke down each time I got my period. It’s whywe all agreed to just see what happened over the last few months, without the added pressure of actively trying. Even if I secretly hoped deep down that I would fall pregnant. I know I was putting too much pressure on myself, hyper fixating on it. Truth is, nothing is guaranteed in life, nothing is truly in our control.
“We’re having a baby,” I repeat, looking between Caleb’s midnight blue eyes and Noah’s warm honey-coloured ones.
They both nod. “We are.”
Caleb lowers his mouth to my neck and kisses my exposed flesh as I reach out and cup Noah’s jaw, loving the soft scrape of his short beard, brushing my palm and causing me to shiver.
There’s a soft knock on the door as the same waiter from earlier enters.
“Sorry, I just wanted to check if I can get you any drinks.”
“We’re celebrating! Can we please have a bottle of your best non-alcoholic champagne?”
I can’t help but laugh. “I can just have water, you can still have some Bollinger,” I say.
Caleb glances to Noah and then back to the waiter.
“We’ll have the Bollinger and a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne, please.”
There’s no point in me even trying to argue with him, so I just nod my agreement.
“And food?” they ask.
“Our wife has just found out she’s pregnant, so can you please talk to the chef and ask them to have something suitable?”
The waiter smiles. “Of course, and congratulations.”
I realise I’m still holding the test and my skin heats with embarrassment as I reach for the silk scarf and wrap it back up, placing it back inside my clutch and pull out a sanitiser spray.
“I peed on that,” I say and reach for Caleb’s and Noah’s hands, spraying sanitiser on theirs and then mine.
Noah chuckles. “Sweet wife, do you think we’re bothered over your bodily fluids?”
“Noah,” I chide, as I drop the sanitiser back into my clutch. “It’s not the point,” I reply, but find myself giggling.
“It’s cute that you think we’d give a shit,” Caleb says, his hand in my hair as he tilts my face towards his and slams his lips down on mine.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Noah is gripping my jaw, taking Caleb’s place, and then he’s the one kissing me.
When he pulls away, I’m a breathy mess, but watching him and Caleb kiss has my thighs clenching together, because, yeah, my husbands are fucking hot.
The room is charged with sexual tension, but these two men put me to shame when it comes to their self-restraint because I’d happily leave right now if it meant we could go home and fuck.
The door opens again, followed by the waiter entering with an ice bucket with two bottles and a tray of champagne glasses.
They pour mine first and then Caleb and Noah’s.
“Courtesy of management, congratulations.”
