Page 141 of With A Little Luck
I nod and link my fingers with his.
I’m honestly surprised how well he took the news compared to Hartley. Everything is moving at super speed, and the baby will be here before we know it.
I just need to get things settled between the four of us before she makes her arrival. It would be a whole lot easier if all three of them weren’t exceptionally stubborn.
Trigg helps Hartley unload the boxes and bags from Hart’s SUV. It’s all stuff they grabbed from Harrison’s house.
Ridge and I need a shower, but Trigg makes a big deal about us not showering alone, just in case Ridge were to pass out. However, that idea only solidifies that I’m not letting my injured alpha bake in the hot water by himself, which ends in a very awkward shower for the three of us.
Ridge is playful and teasing.
Trigg is hyperfocused on ensuring we all actually get clean.
I’m annoyed with both of them.
“How does it feel to be the world’s most boring cock-blocking dick?” Ridge heckles.
“I’m genuinely surprised you’ve survived this long,” Trigg retorts. “So focused on your baser desires rather than caring for your omega. If I were you, I’d be embarrassed of myself.” He continues soaping my middle, like all he can concentrate on is the goal he had when he climbed into the shower. “Now that you and Quincy have bonded, I’ll be the one who has to continually focus on keeping you alive.” Trigg pats my hip. “Thank me for keeping the useless Neanderthal alive.”
I roll my eyes, smiling at Ridge. “He’s just joking.”
“Hardly,” Trigg says with a snort.
“I do a fine job of keeping myself alive,” Ridge mutters, looking strangely pouty.
I get back to scrubbing his stomach and hips as a distraction, but seriously…
Is this what my life will be like forever?
Listening to grown men bicker like children?
They better up their sex game if this is what I’m going to have to endure for the next fifty or sixty years. I’m going to need a lot of really incredible orgasms to overlook the constant arguing.
I almost laugh at the thought.
“And yet, I’ll be the one you look to when you need your bandages replaced,” Trigg says, getting one final jab in.
Next time, I might just let them shower together while I snuggle up with Hartley.
If he even still wants me…
Shit.
I need to check in with him as soon as the shower from hell is over.
Trigg stays in the bathroom to help rebandage Ridge’s gunshot wound, but as soon as I pull my dress over my head, I go searching for Hartley.
He’s bent over near one of the dressers, dropping some type of clothing into the drawer, and I exhale in pure relief.
Okay, so he didn’t run the second I was preoccupied.
Thank God.
My ankles are swollen, which makes waddling over a slightly uncomfortable experience, but I smile as I come to a stop at his side. “Getting settled in?”
Hartley stands to his full height and swipes his hands off on his jeans. “Yeah, I picked a corner of the closet and shoved my stuff in it.” His hand swivels, gesturing at the dresser. “Then I needed somewhere to put the things that couldn’t be hung up. Hopefully this is okay.”
“I’m sure it is.” I rock on my feet, trying to move enough to make the weird shooting pains in my soles stop. It’s almost like they’ve gone to sleep, but not quite.
