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“I am just going to wear one of your shirts at this point,” Brook says, coming in from her closet.
“Oh shit! Hold on,” I tell her, throwing on my boxers and grabbing my keys before heading to my car in the garage. “Here you go,” I tell her, handing her a garment bag.
“What is this?” she asks as she unzips the bag to reveal the dress inside.
“I had Mercy, the same designer that did Megan’s wedding dress, make a dress for you to wear to your baby shower. Do you like it, péitseog?” I ask and watch her pull the dress out completely, tears welling in her eyes and her lips trembling.
“It’s perfect,” she says, looking at the peach off-shoulder flowing peach gown with long bell sleeves. I have gold sandals and gold accessories. “I can’t wait to put it on,” she says before her version of running, which is actually a fast-paced waddle into the closet.
“You could have gotten dressed in the bedroom,” I yell so she can hear me.
“I want you to be surprised,” she says, coming back out holding the strapless bra to her chest, presenting me her back silently, asking me to fasten it, but I am transfixed on her ass in her thongs. The top comes up over her belly to help support the weight of her stomach. “Stop ogling me and fasten my bra, please,” she chastises me. I rip my eyes off of her beautiful ass to fasten the snaps before leaning down to take a bite out of both ass cheeks, making her jump, squealing.
“You are so nasty,”
“You love it,” I say, smiling, watching her rush back to put her dress on. I put on my black slacks, black lightweight cashmere sweater, and dark grey dress boots. I am fastening myH. Moser & Cie Pioneer Cylindrical Tourbillonwatch when Brooklyn walks back in the room, and I freeze. Her short hair was put in what she told me were finger waves, and I love them. The dress fits her beautifully, loose and flowy so that she is comfortable. I made the gold jewelry specifically for her for today’s party. She is nothing short of gorgeous, and I let her know.
“Brooklyn,” I whisper.
“Do you like it?”
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
“Aryan,” she says my name in two distinct syllables. Air ran. I love when she says my name like that. “You’re going to make me cry, and I did my eye makeup perfectly.”
“You’re perfect,”
“Um, you’re looking really good to just be going to a baby shower,” she says, walking over to me to run her hands up my chest.
“Knock it off, woman, all you’re after are my goods, you trollop,” I say, making her burst out laughing, and I love seeing her so happy. “Come on, let’s go, we’re already late.”
“I can guesswhy you two are late,” Joyce says when we walk into the event hall to see the family went all out on the party. The decorations perfectly match the nursery colors. There are balloons, acrylic signs, and food everywhere.
“Did Mercy make your dress?” Megan asks. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Yes, she did. She has blown up since that celebrity wore a dress by her on the red carpet,” I reply.
“Yeah, but we’re locked in since it was Savvy who recommended her after she wore one of her dresses for her interview on that morning show. The actress tracked Savvy down to ask about the dress and boom, she’s a household name,” Megan follows up.
“She deserves it. Her designs are top tier,” Parker says. “She’s made a few new uniforms.”
“Uh oh,” we both say.
“Oh no, ma’am, I do not wear them for that reason. I refuse to mess them up.”
“I know that’s right,” True says.
The women swarm Brooklyn as soon as we cross the threshold, and I leave them to it. I kiss her temple and make my way over to my brothers.
“It’s good to see you and Brooklyn were able to work things out,” Anson says.
“Yes, how does it feel to see your friend pregnant with your baby?” Atlas asks.
“Brooklyn is mine, always has been. It took me a long while to pull it together, but that’s my woman, my heart, and I can’t wait to see our baby,” I say I will no longer not claim Brooklyn or hide my feelings. “We did a 4D ultrasound, and the Brennan gene is strong with her. I wonder if she is going to have red hair and freckles like your babies, Asher,”
“Maybe they’ll have peach hair,” Joseph says.
“Such a smart ass,” I retort.
