Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
With that, I straighten my shoulders and stride over to the door before opening it. For a moment, words escape me because Cross and Barrett are gorgeous. I’d forgotten how tall they are, with black heads almost brushing the door frame, and they’re broad too. They seem to take up all the room in the tiny landing in front of my apartment. Meanwhile, I look like a mess. My blonde tresses are scraped back into a messy ponytail, and there’s not a smidge of make-up on my face. Not only that, but I’m dressed in loose sweats that hide my voluptuous figure. I’m basically the opposite of sexy.
But the men’s eyes roam up and my curves, as if they can see through the thick material, and Barrett’s eyes gleam. Chris licks his lips ever so slightly, and immediately, my womanly senses go into high drive. These men think I’m attractive, even at my worst. They think I’m built for them, with my big breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs, which is true because I’ve already had their son.
“Come in,” I manage in a steady tone while holding the door open. “Please be quiet because Sylvester’s sleeping.”
Barrett and Chris step into my tiny apartment, and it’s almost comical to see the two huge alpha male in such a small space. But their expressions don’t change at my shabby furnishings, although they do look around for Sylvester’s crib.
“Where is he?” Barrett whispers. I nod, holding a finger to my lips.
“I’ll take you in to see him. But just for a second.”
Then, I open the door to the bedroom, and we step inside the darkness to peer at the sleeping baby. Little Silly is even more adorable than usual, snoozing peacefully with both of his little hands in loose fists by his head. He breathes in and out, his dark curls askew as the nightlight glows from one corner.
Barrett inhales sharply, his gaze fixed on the child as emotion fills his eyes. He stares at Sylvester for a long moment, and then nods.
“That’s my son,” he rasps. “My other sons, Brandon and Brent, looked just like that as babies too.”
I nod before ushering the men back into the main room, and then shut the door to the bedroom quietly.
“So how can I help you?” I ask abruptly. “I don’t think there’s any need to beat around the bush because everything’s already been said and done. We’re parents to a child, and I won’t compromise Sylvester’s happiness. He’s mine.”
The two men share a look and then nod.
“Of course he’s yours,” Cross says in a low voice.
“You’ve done a wonderful job caring for the child,” Barrett adds, his tone soothing. “But we’d like to be a part of his life as well.
I nod sharply, crossing my arms over my chest in a defensive position.
“I think we can figure something out,” I say in a clipped tone. “What were you thinking?”
The two alpha males share another look.
“Before we get into the logistics, can you tell us how you got pregnant?” Cross asks in a smooth tone. “We’re not questioning that Sylvester’s ours, of course. We just thought that all women from Sweet Lies were required to be on protection. It’s a non-negotiable for the site.”
I nod, expecting this question.
“I did submit proof of contraception, and I was on the pill,” I say in a stiff voice. “But I was also taking an herbal remedy at that time called St. John’s wort to help me sleep. My guess is that the supplement didn’t mix well with the birth control, and I got pregnant. That’s my best guess, but it might not be the St. John’s wort either, because there’s no contraception that’s one hundred percent fail-proof. I’m a young, fertile woman, and I was with two men during what would have been my fertile time of the month. It could have been that alone.”
Barrett nods, his blue eyes gleaming.
“It is possible,” he acknowledges in a deep tone. “And we’re fine with the fact that the protection failed because we want this baby, Misty. You’ve made us very happy by having our child, and we’re grateful to you.”
“We’re very appreciative of your sacrifice, sweetheart,” Cross adds in a low tone, his blue eyes intense. “We know how hard it must be to be a single mother.”
I swallow hard as tears prick my eyes because I wasn’t expecting these sentiments. I knew that Barrett and Cross would want to be a part of Sylvester’s life because they’re alpha males who take fathering seriously. There’s no way they would ignore a son who looks just like them.
But I didn’t think that there would be words like “happy,” “grateful,” and “appreciative” thrown into the mix and suddenly I feel very emotional.
“Thanks,” I manage in a choked voice. “It hasn’t been easy.”
“No, it hasn’t,” Cross speaks. “And we want to make it better for you. We want you to move somewhere closer to us, where there’s more space. A different place with two bedrooms, one for you and one for the baby. Or maybe you’d like to move in with one of us because we live in big houses with bedrooms to spare. There’s plenty of space, and we could easily convert something into a nursery.”