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I wanted to stay in Portland, in my house, with the city half an hour away.
I stared at her hand in mine, at the way her fingers twitched but didn’t pull back. Eventually, they curled tighter around mine, and I took that as a sign that she wanted it to. So, that’s when I decided to press my luck.
“And, I want a baby.”
Chapter 38
Sophia
For the past six months, I’d had to deal with Sebby whining and telling Cameron to stop enabling Mason’s bratty behavior. She was too defiant, too stubborn, and he had no idea how to handle it—but if Cameron was a brat enabler, Sebastian was a brat maker.
After Mason ran off and ruined our breakfast, Sebastian didn’t punish her. She didn’t end up over his knee, crawling on all fours like the bitch she was being. No. He snuck her out of the house.
Cam called to ask where they were, and Sebastian took her to breakfast—just the two of them—then to buy books, then clothes.Which made sense because, according to Lucian’s anxious ramblings last night, Mason was pregnant again. And, I assumed she’d told everyone except for me.
Not that she really had a chance.
After the whole murder-is-bad, blah blah blah, she still hadn’t spoken a single word to me. No, seriously, after setting her little “ground rules,” if I entered a room, she left it.
But I could be patient.
So, when the men and Sebastian took the kids to the trampoline park and Mason settled in for a nap, I saw my chance—and took it.
She’d passed out in Sebby’s bed, not even under the covers. Just sprawled on top of his navy comforter, her silver dress pooled unevenly around her thighs, her hair fanned across his pillow, and one hand resting protectively over her stomach.
The curtains were cracked open just enough for sunlight to spill in, swallowing her whole. She looked like a kitten basking in the light. So sweet, it made my teeth hurt.
And while I wanted to wake her up, shake her around, and ask her what the hell was going on, I restrained myself.
I settled beside her, close enough to feel her breath brush my wrist.
Then, as if an internal alarm went off, her head jerked up.
Her lashes fluttered. Her eyes were unfocused, glassy with sleep, until they landed on me. Mason’s chest hitched with a sharp gasp, pupils snapping into pinpricks as her whole body went taut.
I reached out, smoothing a few freshly dyed silver strands from her cheek.
“Good morning, Honeybee.”I paused. The nickname no longer felt right.
Honeybees were harmless little workers, buzzing around, making life sweeter. Mason had been that once—soft, loyal, endlessly giving. But that wasn’t her role anymore. Not really.
Now, she was more of a bunny. Wide-eyed, skittish, and endlessly fertile.Rabbits didn’t make honey. They filled nests. They multiplied.And that was exactly what the boys had turned her into.
My thumb grazed the warm skin of her cheek. She flinched, just enough to be satisfying. She didn’t even realize she was already in the cage.
“You look tense, Little Rabbit,” I hummed, savoring the way the words fell from my lips.
They felt right. Especially because I didn’t take kindly to secrets—or being left out of the loop.
And while I’d never tell her, we had enough cum in this house to keep my Little Rabbit pregnant for years.
Mason was fast. When she set her mind to it, she could run. I hated that.But if we kept her belly swollen and her body heavy, it became exponentially harder for her to bolt.
Plus, she was such a good little mommy.
“You’re touching my stomach, and it hurts a little,” she mumbled.
My gaze flicked down, she was right. It hadn’t been intentional, and I wasn’t being rough, but I moved my hand anyway.
