Page 92 of Deadlier Obsessions

We sleep until late the next morning, and wake up in almost the same configuration, except Lucy must have got up at some point, because she’s on the other side of Mav, and Stella’s draped over him and Gage now. I get up and shower, heading downto make breakfast, and about ten minutes later, I hear hurried footsteps upstairs and the bathroom door slamming. Shit. One of the ladies has morning sickness again. I fight the urge to head up there, because I can hear the others moving around, so I know she’s being looked after.

I shove everything inside the warmer, and turn to go and get everyone, and see Mav and Stella walking hand in hand toward me. She doesn’t look unwell, so it must be Lucy upstairs being ill.

“Gage looking after Lucy?” They both nod and come over to get at the food.

Mav looks well rested and relaxed, and Stella’s clearly more interested in food right now, which is fine, because she has to eat for two right now.

I join them, but I’m keeping an ear out for the other two the whole time I eat.

“So about last night,” I begin, and Mav groans.

“We don’t need to talk about it. We don’t need to do it again. My ass is still tender today, for fuck’s sake.”

“Man up, Mav. We’ve all been there, and we don’t complain about it,” Stella says with a giggle, and his response is interrupted by Gage, and a shaky looking Lucy. He’s holding her against his side, and walks her to the table, sitting her as far from everyone as possible, and going to the kitchen. He returns with saltines for her, and a glass of ginger ale, then fetches his own food and coffee.

“You okay, baby?” Mav asks her, watching her worriedly.

“No. You’re all bastards for getting me pregnant. I can’t even enjoy the smell of that breakfast, and I know it’ll be amazing. Damn saltines.” She glares at her ‘breakfast’, but at least she’s looking less pale.

“So, about last night,” Gage says, and Mav curses.

“Last night is done, and we’re not talking about it. Oh, and nobody’s fucking my ass again, not you, not Pretty Boy, and neither of these fucking ladies of ours either. Got it?”

“There’s no shame in enjoying it, Mav. I’m just saying, you were a brave little soldier.”

“Fuck you, Gage.” Gage tosses him the ring sizer, and he frowns at it. “What the fuck is that?”

“We need your ring size,” Gage says with a smirk, as Mav picks it up and tosses it back at him.

“Fuck you, you sick, fucking-”

“Ring finger, Mav, for a wedding ring,” Lucy says quickly, before it gets out of hand between the two of them. Gage tosses it back to him and he sighs.

“You could have just said that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

GAGE

I take a bite of my pancake Pretty Boy made and moan around the food. Swallowing it down, I ask, “Why do your fucking pancakes always taste so good? Do you put something special in it?”

He winks at me. “I could put something special in it for you, baby.”

I chuckle softly. “You could, and fuck, I’d eat it all day long.”

“What is he talking about?” Lucy asks Mav while she nibbles on her saltines.

“Cum pancakes,” Mav says with a shake of his head.

She immediately complains, “Gross. You’re going to make me chuck up again.”

I glance at Lucy with a smirk. “Oh, come on, baby. If we fed you a pancake made with all our cum, it’d be delicious. You wouldn’t even need syrup.”

Stella cracks up laughing, tossing her head back, and fuck, I love it when she does that.“If it tastes good, eat it.”

I change the subject after earning a glare from Lucy, because she’s not feeling well, so I decide to be nice for once. I just hope she doesn’t get used to it.

“I’ll call the jeweler with Mav’s ring size and arrange for pickup. Is there anything special you ladies want for our wedding day?”

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