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“Yeah, and maybe include me!” Adam yells from his room across the hall.
“We knew you were there, asshole! You could have spoken up sooner,” Rhys yells back, followed by Riggs’ grunting in agreement.
Fucking heaven help me with these three, I swear they can’t stop bickering for more than two seconds. Even in all the bickering, though, you can tell they care about each other a lot. It’s like siblings that call each pain in the ass in their phones, but also will show up to every important event and beat someone up for them if they needed it.
The shower is warm on my skin when I finally jump in after peeing and brushing my teeth. Instead of enjoying it, I rush through washing my body and face, careful to keep the water away from my hair as much as possible.
The rest of the thirty one minutes I have left is a rush of light make-up, dry shampoo and an updo, and then trying to find clothes that fit. Every day becomes more and more of a struggle to find bottoms that actually fit me. The bump is easily hidden to everyone, except myself when I try to put on my fucking jeans.
“Argh!” I grunt, throwing myself backwards on Riggs’ bed with my pants all the way open and no chance of getting them done up. “STUPID MOTHERFUCKING JEANS!”
The guys run in at my yelling, all of them looking at me on the bed with cautious, confused eyes. Sitting up, I tear the jeans off my legs and move to the pile of clothes I already dug through to find my stretchy compression leggings and thick cabin socks I was wearing earlier. Add on my knee high flat black boots and it should be good enough for the birthday dinner.
“Denim sucks,” I grumble after pulling on the leggings and turn to the guys with a scowl. “It won’t zip up, anymore.”
Riggs’ smiles at me softly, opening his arms for me to come in for a hug. Reluctantly I move in, both wanting the comfort but also wanting to bask in my anger over the constant changes to my body.
“I think it’s finally time for you to buy maternity clothes, Lay. You’re only a couple weeks off of being halfway through the pregnancy,” Adam suggests.
With a sigh, I drop my head against Hudson’s chest and grumble incoherently. “You’re right.”
“What was that, Lay?” Adam asks smugly behind me. The bastard is getting me back for when I told him he’s never right earlier.
“I said, you’re right,” I answer, my tone dripping with a snarky attitude. “Can we go now? If I don’t eat soon, these babies are going to make all our lives hell using me as their vessel.”
Rhys laughs behind me, kissing the top of my head. “That’s the truth. Those two like food almost as much as Riggs does.”
“That they do,” Riggs’ responds with a chuckle. “Mom actually called to ask what some of your cravings are so she could have a few available tonight for you. Apparently when she was pregnant with me, she couldn’t eat anything that wasn’t a pregnancy craving because she said it tasted like clay.”
Pulling back from Riggs’, my eyes go wide with excitement. “Does that mean there’s going to be bacon wrapped pickle spears tonight? Oh! Maybe some pineapple with banana greek yogurt? I’m drooling just thinking about it.”
The guys all groan and laugh at my cravings. They may not like any part of them, but they’re supportive enough to make them for me or buy them for me when they can.
With the thoughts of my cravings now on the forefront of my mind, I practically drag everyone out to the car so we can get to Dot’s. I wasn’t kidding about the drooling. There’s so much saliva in my mouth at the thought of the pickles and pineapple that I have to keep swallowing an ungodly amount.
On the car ride over I make a note in my phone to research maternity clothes around me since it seems I can’t put it off anymore than I already have. The doctor told me I was lucky enough to get this far without needing them since I’m having twins, but that I’ll probably notice some rapid changes over the next few months.
Who knew when I first met these three doofuses that I would be sitting in the car with them, four months pregnant with twins, on our way to see the big guy’s family? It hasn’t even been a year and I already have changed so much. I owe it all to the three of them. Every last chaotic moment of it.
Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Alayna
Dot’shouseisfullof life when we pull up in front of it. The lights are shining through the windows against the darkness of the winter evening, giving the house a warm, inviting feel to it. All I want to do is jump out and run into the house to eat my fill of food, but alas I’m sitting here pissed that I’m being treated like a child.
The overprotective harem of mine insists that I stay in the car while they get out to make sure there’s no hidden ice outside that I could fall on. Their worrying about silly things knows no bounds. When Adam finally opens my door for me, I ignore his outstretched hand and step out on my own.
“All clear? No scary ice ready to jump out and knock me on my ass?”
Adam chuckles, completely unfazed by my grumpiness. “Nope, you’re safe this time. I think Mr. Icy, the grand villain, is still working on his deep freeze.”
I laugh despite my sour mood, the brazen smile on his face too much for even me to resist. He’s so goddamn cocky, and fuck me, if it isn’t one of my favourite things about him. Rhys and Riggs wait on the sidewalk, using Adam as a human shield between them and my hangry ass.
After the sex, rushing to get ready, and the drive over here, I’m absolutely starving, and it’s not a good state for me to be in while pregnant. There’s something about pregnancy hormones that just makes certain needs so much harder to put off. Hunger and peeing are two of the worst. When the babies say jump for food or a bathroom, I respond with how high or they flip the bitch switch they set up in my uterus.
Walking up to Rhys and Riggs, I kiss both of them softly on the lips and sigh. Riggs brushes his thumb across my cool cheek and smiles softly at me.
