Page 97 of Finding Peace
“No.”
“Blurry vision?”
“No.”
“Okay, but like… are yousure?”
I laugh softly. “Yes, Baby. I’m sure.”
Regardless of how overbearing they’re being, I can’t stop thinking… they’re acting like this for me.
For us.
For our baby.
Shit.I’m gonna cry again.
Eventually, they usher me into my bedroom like I’m the Queen of freaking England.
After Beau takes all the pins out of my hair and brushes it, Jasper cleans my face of makeup, and Lawsonbrushes my teeth, they tuck me into bed. Swear to God, likeactuallytuck me in.
Lawson pulls the comforter up under my arms.
Lincoln adjusts the pillow.
Beau smooths the hair from my face.
And Jasper presses a kiss to my forehead.
I can’t help it.
I belt out a laugh.
“You four do know you don’t have to hover, right?”
“Not a chance in hell, Honey,” Lawson replies immediately.
I notice the four of them glance at one another, and—don’t ask me how—but I just know there’s something else going on besides them just wanting to know if I’m okay.
“What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
Lincoln clears his throat. “We were just wondering…” He shifts his weight slightly. “If you wanted to know.”
“Know what?”
“Whose it is.”
My hand slides to my belly as warmth spreads through my chest. I look at each of them slowly, taking in the four loves of my damn life. “I don’t,” I reply softly. “I don’t want to know. Not if you don’t.”
Beau’s brows knit together. “You’re sure?”
I nod. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re all going to be this baby’s daddy. When he or she is born, we can revisit the conversation. Just so we know for health purposes, but that’s the only reason I’d ever want to know.”
It’s silent for a moment before Beau bursts into tears for like the sixth time tonight.
I mean, full-on, shoulders-shaking sobs.
The four of us stare at him, each of us equal parts confused and amused.
