“Thank you,” we all say before they leave, and I already know Caleb will be leaving a huge tip.
He doesn’t like to owe anyone anything. As nice as the gesture is, he also appreciates running a business and knows it isn’t cheap.
“To both of you, for making me the happiest man alive. Fuck knows if Ideserve you, butI’ll spendmy life makingsure that I do,” Caleb says as he raises his glass.
“Caleb,” I whisper, still as enamoured by this beautiful strong man as ever before. The fact he still questions himself is proof, and I know he will never take us for granted. “You are more than worthy,” I say, needing to say it out loud as I raise my glass too.
He squeezes my thigh as Noah raises his glass.
“You really are, Caleb, and there are no two people other than the pair of you that I could imagine spending my life with. Thankyou for sticking by me, especially on the hard days.” Noah clears his throat and then continues, “I thank the universe daily for both of you.”
I wipe under my eyes. “Can I put down my crying topregnancyhormones?” I ask, more than aware I’m a bit of an emotional wreck.
“You can do whatever the fuck you wantas long as you’re happy and healthy,” Caleb replies, deadly serious.
“I don’t know if you’ll be saying that in nine months’ time,” I admit.
They both just chuckle in response, unsurprising to me. I might as well walk on water in their eyes and the thought of our child being adored and protected by these two men fills me with more joy and warmth than I ever thought possible.
“It doesn’t matter as long as we all have each other,” Noah says.
“To us, now and always,” Caleb says.
“Now and always,” Noah repeats.
“Now and always,” I reply before sipping my drink, pulling back surprised at the taste. I go in for another sip.
“Good?” Noah asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I can’t tell the difference.” I hold it to him, and he takes a small sip.
“Not offensive at all, I could get used to this while you’re pregnant,” he replies, handing it to Caleb.
“Same,” Caleb says in agreement.
I shake my head. “That might be so, but I don’t expect either of you not to drink because of me.”
Caleb leans closer, his masculine scent enveloping me in a blanket of comfort like it always does when we’re in such proximity. “No, but you’re giving us the most precious gift, growing our baby.” His hand moves to my stomach. “And it’s not like we’ll be sacrificing anything by forgoing alcohol. In fact, I’ll happily not drink when the baby comes as well .” There’s only truth in his words.
Noah clears his throat. “There is one thing,” he says, and we both turn to look at him.
“I think it’s important we find out who the biological father is.”
My lips part in shock. What did he just say?
Chapter Fifty-Eight
CALEB
“What the fuck?” I ask, my voice coming out harsher than I intended, causing Jessica to wince.
I reach for her free hand. “Sorry, little one, I just want Noah to fucking explain himself.”
Because what the actual fuck?
At no point did I envision him saying that. Regardless, this child will be all of ours, so why the hell has he said that, of all things?
He holds up his palms, as if to pacify me, and I’m trying like hell to rein in my temper right now, because everything up until those words that just spilled from his mouth has been perfect.
