Page 182 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Chester looks up as I enter. “Little Angel, why are you awake?”

“Apparently, feeling like shit all the time can be a pregnancy thing. I hate it,” I complain, closing the distance between us until I’m in his lap.

Brennan puts down the paper he is reading and turns his attention to us. “Sorry, I had to finish reading that. We wanted to confirm something before we knew for sure, but Betty was right. Chester, myself, Kai, Creed, and Trace have fathered one of the babies and same with our brothers.”

“How is that even possible?”

“That is what we are trying to figure out. Chester has been going over the research, but it’s so far advanced that we don’t fully understand it. I have a few interviews lined up for a new team of scientists.”

Chester places a hand over my stomach. “I have read that the babies will be the size of a poppy seed, and their hearts should begin to beat in the next week.”

“You’ve been reading?” I ask, glancing at him over my shoulder.

“We all have. Kai came home with ten copies ofDad’s Guide to Twins. It’s a very interesting book,” Brennan adds.

“Is it now? No one gave me a handbook. I don’t know what to do with one baby, let alone two. What if I’m a horrible mother?”

Brennan moves from his chair and gets down on his knees in front of me, taking my hands in his. “You will be an amazing mother. Never doubt that.”

Tears spring to my eyes as Brennan lifts my shirt and places a kiss on my stomach. “I can’t wait to see you with a big belly,” Chester whispers, his erection growing beneath me. My stomach rumbles, and Brennan pulls my shirt back down.

“Let’s make you some food.”

Brennan stands and waits for us to follow. If he wants to feed me, I am happy to try to eat.

Chester stands and carries me like a baby. “I can walk.”

“I know. But I already have to share you, and soon we are adding little people into the mix. Just let me enjoy this.”

We follow Brennan to the kitchen, and Creed is already in there, his bare back facing us. I bite my lip at the sight. Nothing is hotter than watching him cook in his boxers.

“Tenshi, as much as I want to fuck you right now, I need to feed you first.”

Chester growls. The last few days there has been no sex because movement has made me feel nauseous. “Calm down, man. Sex won’t hurt the babies,” Creed cajoles.

I snort and look between Creed and Chester while Brennan steps up to the coffee machine. “Those imbeciles have been arguing constantly. Chester is still worried that sex will hurt the babies, and Creed thinks it won’t. We have all tried to reason with Chester, but you saw how that went the other day.”

“I’m not worried about sex,” Chester grumbles. “Just when it involves certain people, like those who enjoy cutting off air supply, which is not good for the babies. Others like a little rag-doll situation, which can also hurt the babies.”

Boston chooses now to waltz into the kitchen. “You just explained all the reasons Jolie shouldn’t have sex with you and maybe Laughn. The rest of us are good to go.”

“I’m going to kill you one day real soon,” Chester sneers, and Boston pushes him a little more.

“Opening that cold black heart of yours has made you soft. Threats are beneath you—you used to be an action man.”

Still cuddled in Chester’s lap, I place my hand over his. “Boston, there is only so much I can do. If you push him and he snaps, it’s your own fault.”

Creed places a plate down in front of me, consisting of some fruit, toast, crackers, and a plain croissant. Also, a small white pill.

“What’s that?” I ask, wrinkling my nose at the sight of it.

“That is our version of a pregnancy vitamin. I’m just sorry it took me so long to make it,” Chester murmurs from behind me. “I wanted to make sure it was safe before you took it.”

We all finish eating and get ready for school. We only need to be there this week for our exams. This week, I only have my English and maths tests, and today it’s English.

Today is no different from last week; the stares and whispering are still annoying. It is Laughn’s first day back. He has missed a few exams, but due to his injuries, he is able to do the make-up tests. Once he finishes those, he will graduate with us.

“Does it feel weird?” Sinclair whispers, looking up at Boston, who is warning everyone not to approach with his icy glare.

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