Page 100 of Faking with Three

Her question hangs in the air, making my cheeks flush. I let out a humorless laugh, rubbing my temples. “No. I’ve been with all of them, Heather. I have no idea.”

Heather doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I brace myself for judgment. But when she speaks, her voice is soft. “You’ll figure it out, Liv. You always do.”

I give her a weak smile.

“Thanks for everything.”

“Anytime. And Liv?” she calls out as I step out of the car. “Don’t overthink it. Just tell them. They love you.”

Do they? They haven’t actually told me they do, and I’m too afraid to ask.

I head inside and quickly grab my phone. My fingers hover over the screen before I text Marcus:Meet me at Ethan’s apartment. It’s important.

I hesitate, staring at Jax’s name in my contacts. My thumb hovers over it, but I can’t bring myself to type anything. Not yet.

An hour later, I’m standing outside Ethan’s door, a box of donuts in hand. The smell of sugar and frosting does little to settle my nerves. Taking a deep breath, I knock twice before letting myself in.

Ethan and Marcus are lounging on the couch, their conversation cutting off when they see me. Ethan raises an eyebrow at the box. “Donuts? What’s the occasion?”

I just shrug. “Just because.”

He reaches for a donut. “Must be a special occasion. Did you finally fire that annoying guy who tries to bypass your executive decisions?”

I frown. “Matt? No, this isn’t about or even Death Crunch.”

“Well, I’m definitely not complaining,” Marcus says. “I used to love buying these for Jill.” There’s a pang in his voice. I know his ex-wife is still making it difficult for him to meet Jill. But since he last spoke with Charlie, she’s been surprisingly supportive and even tried to talk to Amber on his behalf.

I take a deep breath, my palms clammy. “I’m pregnant.”

Ethan freezes mid-bite, powdered sugar dusting his shirt as he stares at me, wide-eyed. Marcus, on the other hand, chokes on his donut, coughing violently until Ethan thumps him on the back.

“What?” Ethan blurts, the powdered sugar puffing out with his words. “Did you just say?—?”

“I said I’m pregnant,” I repeat, my voice firmer now. “And yes, I’m serious.”

Marcus clears his throat, his voice hoarse. “You’re… sure?”

I nod, meeting their stunned gazes. “I went to the doctor this morning. It’s confirmed.”

Ethan sets his half-eaten donut down, running a hand through his hair. “Wow. Okay. Um… congratulations? I think?”

“Thanks?” I reply, my tone unsure. “I know this is a lot. Believe me, I’m still processing it myself.”

Marcus recovers enough to lean forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Do you… know whose it is?”

I swallow hard, shaking my head. “No. I don’t. I mean… I’ve been with all of you.”

“Oh my God, this is huge,” Marcus says.

“No kidding,” I mutter. “And before you ask, it wasn’t intentional. I tried to be careful, but…”

“Liv, we’re not blaming you. This is on all of us. We were reckless, and now we’ll deal with the consequences. Together,” Ethan says, stressing on the last word.

The tension in my shoulders eases slightly. They’re not panicking, they’re not moving away from me. They want this, they still want me. “I don’t know what this means for us. For everything.”

Marcus’s gaze meets mine, steady and reassuring. “It means we figure it out. Together.”

“And we take it one step at a time,” Ethan adds

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