Page 14 of Doctor Daddies

“You make it sound like we’re doing something wrong,” James replies, his voice even. “You think we should call this off?”

“We’re not calling it off,” Cole replies firmly. “She was the one who wanted to arrange this meeting with us, least we can do is hear her out.”

“Hearherout?” I reply, incredulous. “She’s the one who’s going to need to hear us out, if she doesn’t walk out the second she realizes that?—”

And then, before I can say another word, the door opens before us.

And there she is.

Millie.

It feels like a lifetime since the last time I laid eyes on her, but I still feel that same jolt of attraction, that same rush of desire that threatens to throw everything inside me off-balance. Her light brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, her brown eyes fixed on mine. Her hands are clenched at her sides as she stands there trying to take in what she’s seeing right now.

I can’t blame her for not knowing how to react. I don’t know if I would, if I were in her position. We are no doubt the last people she expected to see right now, and the way the blood drains from her face confirms it for me.

Her eyes dart between us, like she’s waiting for us to say something, the four of us in a standoff where none of us is willing to shoot.

“Millie—” James starts.

“I’m leaving.” She turns around at once, just as I thought she would.

Cole springs to his feet to put himself between her and the door. “We just want to talk,” he tells her, trying to soothe her into sticking around a little longer, but her face twists up and she lets out what sounds like an attempted snort of laughter.

“You want to talk?” she exclaims. “You think that I came here to talk—to talk to the three of you?”

She casts another glance at James and me, and I feel that crackle of tension in the air—not just because of how pissed she is, but as the memories of that night we spent together fill the room. I can still recall how it felt to be inside her, and judging by the way she’s glaring at me right now, I’d say she can recall it with just as much clarity.

“The agency said that you wanted a meeting with us,” James tells her.

She rolls her eyes skyward. “Yeah, I thought I was meeting with some couple who needed help getting pregnant, not the three of you!” she exclaims. “You think I would have come here if I had known…?”

“No,” Cole admits finally. “And you didn’t come here because of that. You came here because there was something in that offer we made you that appealed to you. And I don’t think you want to walk out of that door without figuring out if it’s worth it.”

She falls silent for a moment, her lip twisting up as she chews on it nervously.

Cole has a point. I’m pretty sure I can guess what it is that twisted her arm—the amount of money that we put down to pay her for her time. I don’t like the thought of her having to sit here because of some financial obligation, but finally, something in her face softens, and she takes a seat.

“Fine,” she mutters, staring down at a whorl on the wood of the table below. “So, tell me. What the fuck is going on here?”

I almost laugh at how blunt she is, not bothering to hold back. I shouldn’t expect anything different from her. After all, not many women out there would be able to handle three guys in one night, but she made it look downright easy.

Cole runs a hand through his hair, clearly glad to have wrested back some control of the room. “You read through the contracts we sent over?”

“Every word. I read them again this morning, in fact.”

“Good,” he replies with a nod. “So, you know what we’ve reached out to you for?—”

“Well, I don’t really get that part,” she shoots back. “Why would the three of you want children? You don’t have wives of your own?”

There’s a mutter around the table as we each admit that we don’t. Millie looks surprised.

Is it really that much of a shock, knowing how much we’ve poured into this place, that our personal lives have fallen by the wayside as a result? I almost want to ask her, but I think better of it.

“And so you’re doing this…”

“Together,” James fills in for her. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.”

“And we figured, with everything we have here,” Cole continues, “that we would be able to make this process as easy as we could. And that we would be able to find someone who could have our children, so that we can raise them together as siblings.”