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Cautious? Having his cock pressed against me isn’t careful. I’m about to rip his jeans open and ride him. Stupid hormones.
“We’re buying both, wrap them to go. I need my room—a room, now,” I order.
“Majority wins, I’ll make the calls while you drive, Matt,” Tristan agrees.
“Or we can have sex while he drives, either way, we have to go,” I announce, taking their hands and marching to the door.
“The boss has spoken. We’re leaving,” Matt agrees, and kisses the inside of my wrist. “Just imagine, a year from now, we’ll come to open these two new joints with our Jelly Belly.”
There’ll be four of us. The pregnancy is great until I think of what’ll happen next. I’m scared about this motherhood thing. My mother wasn’t the best, and the first time I had a baby… I don’t even know what happened to him. If the couple who adopted him is gentle and loving with him. What if I am my mother and I can’t love my baby the way a child deserves? My mind is aware that the fear is unfounded, but the panic is there.
“Smile, baby,” Matt says, helping me climb into his tall Jeep. “Remember, we have a big Jacuzzi waiting for us. You, Coop, and me—think of the possibilities.”
ChapterSixty-Four
Matt
We walk outsideto the sitting area as soon as Thea falls asleep. The pregnancy hormones might keep her horny, but after we’re done making love she has to nap. While I cuddled her, Tristan took a quick shower.
He scheduled a meeting with one of the bar owners. The purchases are happening before we leave town. I’m still wondering what he’s planning to do with them, but I know they’ll be successful.
“You can go, I’ll watch her,” I assure him, as he’s looking at the closed door.
“Did you notice how her mood changed when we mentioned the baby as an addition?” His question carries the same concern I have.
I nod, pulling my phone and sending a text to our brother-in-law.
“Can Mason speed things up? I know it’s her son and her fucking mother that’s making her anxious about being a mom,” he exhales loudly.
Matt: What have you found out about Thea’s firstborn?
“Thea is anxious by nature,” I remind Tristan.
But he’s right. She’s enjoying the pregnancy, each stage of it. Until we mention things like, ‘let’s find out the gender, let’s choose a name, we should start buying baby stuff,’ and then she freezes and changes the subject.
Bradley: I’m working on it. My dear sister used an alias when she gave birth, and I think a different date of birth. I love her dearly but searching for my nephew isn’t on top of my priorities.
Matt: Can you make it your top priority? Not knowing about him is fucking with her head, and I’m not sure how healthy that is for our little Jelly Belly.
Bradley: Fuck, you should’ve told me that a couple of weeks ago.
Matt: You know, I wouldn’t send my sister to the bottom of my priority list. This brotherly thing isn’t working well for you.
Bradley: FU! She’s right on top, next to my wife and children. I assumed the search was to indulge some crazy idea of yours. You’re at the bottom of the list, next to the lawnmower I hate.
Matt: Yeah, yeah. Just give me what I need.
Our name calling and fights have been replaced with stupid analogies, fuck I hate being a grown man sometimes. Looking at Tristan across the room, wearing his fancy suit and making me hot and I take that thought away. If I hadn’t matured, I wouldn’t have the life I have now. Or my partners. Tristan crosses the room and reads my texts, shaking his head.
“The informationisto indulge one of your crazy ideas,” Tristan confirms. I arch an eyebrow waiting for him to finish. “But I hope it works.”
“If she knows that her son is safe and loved, she’ll be able to move on,” I explain my theory one more time. “Meeting him, or at least having a few pictures of him and knowing that they treat him well. She’s nurturing, loving. I can’t think of anyone better to be Jelly Belly’s mom. I still have to work on you.”
“I’m trying, it’s fucking hard to believe I won’t end up making my parents’ mistakes, Matthew.” He runs a hand through his dark hair, his green eyes close for a few breaths. “My parents raised demons.”
“Except you, you’re a great man,” I remind him, taking his hand. “My parents fucked up with us a few times. You’ve heard Ainsley’s story. They didn’t know any better. We’ll make mistakes, but I know you’ll love our kids fearlessly. I know firsthand you’d sacrifice everything for those you love.”
Bradley: I think I found him. His name is Tucker. He lives in Texas. The adoption’s closed, meaning, she’s not allowed to look for him and vice versa.
