Page 113 of Sin Bin Daddies
Then a few minutes later, I feel my stomach twist once again. Later, after I throw up again and Asher helps me rinse and clean up, I sit on the edge of the bed and glance at the clock. Almost eleven.
“How was the fundraiser?” I ask, voice hoarse.
“Boring,” he says. “I’d rather be here with you.”
It breaks something else in me. I blink back fresh tears.Goddamn hormones.
“You should eat,” he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “We can order something.”
“I think we have leftovers from lunch but… Henry’s here—I’d rather we just stay in my room.”
Asher shakes his head. “Perfect opportunity to tell him you’re knocked up.”
“Are you sure?” My voice wavers. “Shouldn’t I tell the guys first.”
“Normally, yes. But he’s here. He must be worried sick. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Madeline
Henry’s on the couch,remote in hand. He pauses the TV the second he sees us. He’s up and crossing the room fast. “Are you okay?”
I nod, then glance toward the kitchen. “Any soup left?”
He nods again, already moving. Asher and I follow. The three of us settle at the kitchen island while Henry heats a bowl and sets it in front of me.
I pick up the spoon, then pause. “Where is Logan?”
“He’s still out with Daisy… and you’re stalling. What is going on, Mads?”
Oh shit.Here goes nothing. “We want to tell you something.”
Henry blinks. “Are you two dating? Because I am pretty sure that I kind of guessed that.”
My stomach twists. I look around. Oh god, Henry is totally going to kill Asher here, and then this house will go down in price during resell.
Then I will be known as the woman whose brother killed a professional hockey player. Oh god. Oh god.
I stand and grab the knives on the table and put them in the sink, then sit back down. Both of them are staring me down, butinstead of telling him the truth, I blurt out something completely different.
“Did you know that in the animal kingdom, some species can—uh—conceive without ever mating for life?”
“What?” Henry stares at me like I’ve grown three heads.
Asher takes my hand, squeezing. “Just tell him.”
I close my eyes, then blurt it. “I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
Henry’s face doesn’t move for a second, and then he slowly turns to Asher. “What did youfuckingdo?”
I take a deep breathe bracing myself for impact. “There’s more.” I look at Henry and my voice cracks. “I don’t know who the father is. It could be Asher. Or Ford. Or… Leo.”
His eyes narrow. “Leo? As in Coach Leo?” His voice drops, incredulity rising with every syllable.
The air thickens around us, heavy with confusion, disbelief, and something else—fear. I swallow, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak.
