Page 124 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

Her eyes flicked to mine, a tired smirk tugging at her lips. “I’m ready for some hard labor, that’s for sure.”

Samuel cut in, voice firm. “She’s not helping.”

Sadie blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You’re pregnant,” he said, not even glancing up. “You’re not lifting a damn thing.”

Adam, for once, didn’t argue. He pointed a finger at her. “Doctor’s orders. Or they would be, if you let us drag you back to the clinic every other day like we want to.”

Sadie opened her mouth to protest, but I raised a hand.

“Nope. Don’t even try it,” I said, blocking her path to the back room. “You can supervise. Maybe hold a clipboard or something.”

She crossed her arms, leveling a glare at all three of us. “You do realize I’ve done a hell of a lot more than this before.”

“Not with a baby on board, you haven’t,” Adam said. “Your job is to stand there, look cute, and maybe yell at us if we start slacking.”

Sadie rolled her eyes. “Unbelievable.”

“You love it,” I muttered with a grin.

She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t argue—which told me she was more tired than she let on.

And just like that, we fell into a rhythm.

Buckets and mops.

Towels and fans.

Lifting, dragging, laughing… because what else could we do?

The place was a mess, but it was our mess, and if there was one thing I knew, it was that none of us were going anywhere.

Sadie hovered nearby, clearly itching to help, but every time she stepped forward, someone blocked her.

She reached for a mop. Samuel took it from her hands without a word.

Tried to lift a chair, and Adam snatched it up before she could even bend.

Went to open a heavy window… I got there first and shot her a look.

“Nope,” I said again, voice low. “You’re officially on light duty. Doctor’s orders, remember?”

“I never agreed to those,” she grumbled.

“Tough,” I said, brushing a curl off her cheek. “We agreed. You know, you could always wait in the apartment. You’ll only be upstairs…”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She chuckled. “How could I supervise from up there?”

Somewhere between mopping the floors and arguing with Adam about whether we could save the jukebox, I caught Sadie watching me.

Not just watching.

Seeing.

She didn’t look away when I met her eyes.

A warmth settled in my chest.

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