Page 45 of Two Canes, One Cup

His jaw tics, but he leans in and consumes my mouth in a ravenous kiss.

“What? What’s going on?” Reece’s arms wrap us both, drawing us into him.

“She’s pregnant,” Dean rasps.

But then he tilts his head. “Is there…someone else?”

“No. I don’t want anyone else but you.” I glance up at Reece, pressing my palm to his cheek. “And you.”

Reece snugs me against him, then pulls me onto his lap into the booth. “I’m sorry, baby girl. We’re never letting you go now that we’ve found you.”

Tears tumble down my cheeks. “I’ve missed you both so much, but I don’t understand? Amy said you were movie guys? Did you pretend so you could find me?”

Dean slides across the table, a soft smile lifting his mouth. “We’re really movie guys. We were working on a new screenplay at the cabin.” His hand waves between us. “But then Mother Nature decided she had other plans.”

Reece’s palms settle over my belly.

Then he jumps. “Was that the baby?”

“Yea. I’m sorry. I hope you’re not upset? I never intended to—”

“Will you come back with us?” Reece’s lips press to my neck, stirring the memories of Christmas.

“Or, we can stay down here,” Dean says firmly. “I just know we’re not walking away.” He swallows hard, reaching across the table to cover my hand. “We both love you.”

The blonde girl stops mid-stride with cups of water, her wide eyes looking between us. “I’ll be back,” she clips, setting the glasses down and turning quickly away.

“I think she’s jealous,” I laugh through the tears. “Any girl would be lucky to be sitting here with you.”

That makes me sniffle. “I’m not anything special.” My lower lip trembles. “I never planned on trying to tie you—”

“You can tie me,” Reece murmurs against my skin. “Do anything you want to me. Dean’s right. I do love you too.”

“We don’t want any girl.” Dean stares into me in his soul searching way. “We want to be a family with you.”

“We’ve been planning it for months, just in case we found you again.” Reece shifts his hips to press his stiffening cock against me. “We have several contingency plans. You can pick a city, the country, a beach, a penthouse.”

“I even talked to the owner of the cabin about buying those two we stayed in.” Dean smiles, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

“My mom lives here. She can’t wait to be a grandma.” I look down at where his hand covers mine. “How did you know it was me?”

Dean laughs, releasing his grip on me to pull out his wallet.

Inside is the silly cocoa cup drawing, with both of the candy canes. “I’ve memorized every stroke.” His voice sounds like it has rocks in it. “I even remember how you held your tongue when you made it.”

He folds it reverently and slides it back into his pocket. “That’s the girl I fell in love with. Your flair, your art—”

“Your humor. Your perfect body that’s round and beautiful with our baby in it,” Reece growls a heated wave against my skin.

“I’m—I’m boring,” I stutter. “I’m not a fancy movie star. I like sitting around and talking—”

“And snuggling,” Reece interjects. “That’s my favorite part.”

I let out a long breath. “Mine too,” I admit.

“It’s settled.” Dean leans into his seat, a triumphant smirk pulling at his lips. “We’re buying a house here to work out of. One of us will always be with you.”

“I missed you both,” I stammer, feeling my control slip. “So much. It’s hard to love someone and know I’ll never see them again.”

“I told you—” Dean lifts my hand to his mouth. “—you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I echo.

“Forever,” Reece whispers.