Page 217 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Isn’t this overkill?” Sinclair complains once the guys leave to sweep the store.

“Possibly, but since I was kidnapped by my own father and now my uncle is acting sketch as fuck, plus my mother isn’t messaging me back as often as she was, we are not taking any chances. Especially since these babies’ lives would be at risk.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I totally understand. Can we blame baby brain? I have been reading up on it, and it explains why I keep putting the milk in the pantry.”

Finally, the guys come back and let us know the store is clear. Sinclair introduces us to her cousin, and she shows us their maternity range.

“Holy shit, who would have thought maternity boulder holders could be so sexy?” Colt yells from across the store, holding up a bra and waving it at us.

Trace manages to get Colt to wait with him and the others near the door while we shop, and we are immensely grateful after that comment. Sinclair’s cousin takes us into the changerooms and measures us for our new bras. She also brings us a huge selection to try on.

I manage to pick seven new ones. Although it’s unrealistic that I will wear all of them before I need new ones because let’s face it, no one changes bras every day. I remove mine as soon as I get home and fling it into the corner of my room, and when I roll out of bed, it usually goes back on again. Is it gross? Probably. But seriously, those who wear them daily get it, and those who don’t usually have a penis, and they don’t get an opinion on the matter. So out of the seven I chose, five have matching undies, so I can try to feel sexy.

Blayne flings the curtain open, stepping out in her workout leggings and a maternity bra, her small bump looking so damn cute. “Seriously, I have been introduced to the magic sorcery ofmaternity bras. Look, easy access,” she says, unclipping the top of the bra and flopping her boob out. “It’s magic, babe, look!”

Sinclair walks back over, having already picked out what she needs. Her eyes go wide, and she storms in and rips the bra back up. She looks over at me, and I shrug.

“It’s not my fault your girlfriend flashed me.”

Summer and Betty come back in, both laughing and holding bags with their purchases. “Look how cute these are,” Summer says, reaching for Betty’s bag and pulling out some lingerie. “Someone is getting lucky tonight.”

“Finally! I have only been waiting forever for Jimmie to love me. If that means I have to accept Khoda into what we have, I will.”

“So you’re not getting down with him?” Blayne asks, and Betty shakes her head.

“It confuses me that all teams don’t take a leaf from my book or Jolie’s and all be together. It makes more sense,” Summer adds, and Blayne turns around and removes the bra and puts her sports bra back on.

“Maybe because my team is full of dicks and they do nothing for me,” Blayne says, adding in her opinion.

“Yes, but how many of yours are screwing Sinclair? That still counts, you know, “Summer says. “I feel like this is a good reason going forward that all teams should be genetically modified like you, Jolie. Think about it, our teams may have been willingly placed here by our parents, but it can all get messy, like Jimmie and Betty and the rest of their team. Mr Z thought it made teams stronger having a girl involved, but really was it all just some test to prove his super teams were all around just better? He made an army before he left, and somehow you need to figure out which babies are in what teams.”

Shit, I haven’t even stopped to think beyond my own babies. Has Brennan thought about this? Has all that information beendecided? “Good point. I honestly didn’t even think about it. Brennan has taken charge. A lot of the information Mr Z left was cryptic, and there is one locked file that Marlow has been trying to crack, like it’s one last test the psycho left for him. It has been driving him crazy.”

“Maybe Jimmie could help. I know he isn’t on the same level as Marlow, but he is really good, and he might be able to offer a fresh set of eyes,” Betty adds.

I nod at her. I will force Marlow to let Jimmie take a look.

“Alright, girls,” Trace says, popping his head in. “Colt is bouncing around like a crackhead on payday, and I’m afraid I can’t hold him off for much longer. He is currently out there asking about bras for men.”

Sinclair says she’s on it and leaves, with Summer and Blayne both following her. Just as I turn to follow Trace out, Betty grabs my arm.

“Thank you for today,” Betty says, sincerity lacing her tone.

“It’s no trouble at all. We will be spending a lot of time together with our children, which will be good to help process everything. We all understand you were not given many options. I appreciate that you took the time to think about the father situation with the babies. My daughter is going to be a very lucky girl.”

Betty’s eyes water and a small smile reaches her lips.

“Oh no, don’t cry. I’m not good with that.”

Betty laughs. “Let’s go before Colt causes too much mischief.”

We all head back out to the cars. Jimmie is dropping Betty off and meeting us back at the house. Summer and Leland offered to take Sinclair, Blayne, and Colt back home, since they are still living together and all heading home. Which reminds me that I have something else on my to-do list. Now that they are no longer in high school, they need to find their own houses. It’sone of the reasons we are building student housing on campus. Though so long as they want to live together, they can stay.

By the time we get back to the house, half of the guys are not home. I’m sure Brennan is at the office again, even though I have told him he needs to take some time off.

We find Case, Kai, and Boston playing video games when we walk in.

“We’re back,” I say, throwing the bag of bras onto the couch, and Kai picks it up and rummages through it. “Is Marlow home?”

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