Page 98 of Finding Peace
“What?” he demands, swiping at his face. “She just said we’re gonna be daddies! You expect me not to fuckin’ cry?”
That does it.
We all start laughing at the mercy of my blonde-haired boy.
Eventually, we get ourselves under control, and Jasper mutters, “This is at least a huge improvement from the murder spree he was about to start when we first got to the emergency room.”
That sobers the vibe in the room, and my smile fades slightly. “Wh-whatarewe going to do about Keller?”
Their expressions harden instantly. Lawson’s voice remains calm as he answers, “You’re not worrying about him.”
Lincoln nods once. “Your only job right now is growing our baby.”
“Staying healthy,” Beau adds.
“And being happy,” Jasper finishes.
They all look at me like those things are non-negotiable, and part of me wants to argue.
But another part of me—the part with my hand resting over my stomach—knows they’re right.
My focus shifts inward. To the tiny life inside of me.
To our baby.
I swallow past a sudden tightness in my throat because I wish I had someone to share this with.
I wish I could call my sister.
Tell her she’s going to be an aunt.
I want to hear her scream through the phone in excitement. I want to know she’s happy for me.
But she’s hiding for a reason.
She’s safe because she’s invisible.
And I can’t risk that. I won’t.
So, I tuck the news close to my heart instead.
“Hey,” Jasper murmurs.
I blink up at him.
“You’re safe,” he says again.
I nod. “I know.”
There’s a beat of silence, then Beau clears his throat. “Wanna have a sleepover?”
I blink. “All of you?” I ask, the smile returning to my lips just like that.
“Obviously,” Lawson replies.
I laugh. “If the four of you can figure out how to fit in here, then yes, please.”
Ten minutes later, the lights are off, and the bed is full.
