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I slide my hands up her back, enjoying the warmth of her skin. Reveling in the opportunity to have her in my arms. I love these moments.
I love her.
“Emma…” I whisper, my heart aching.
“Yeah?” Emma asks.
Words that I’m too nervous to say get lodged in my throat, leaving me speechless for a few seconds. “Everything is going to be okay.”
Emma smiles against my cheek and nods. “As long as we’re all together.”
“We will be,” I promise her.
I don’t want to go back to how things used to be. When we never saw each other. When I was miserable with Stacy. When I felt so damn alone and uncared about.
Now, everything is different, and I refuse to lose it all without at least fighting like hell for it.
I just hope it doesn’t come to that.
Chapter forty
Chapter Forty: Ryan
Everything is going to change today.
We’re going to tell Andrew and Ethan the truth. Abouteverything.
It’s not like we have much of a choice. They’ll find out that Emma is pregnant, and they’ll automatically ask who the dad is. None of us know, so we’ll have to be honest about us all sleeping with their little sister. Then, we’ll have to break the news that she’s with all of us and that we’re all going to raise the baby.
Fuck. They’re going to hate us.
But they’re our brothers too and deserve to know the truth.
“I should’ve gone to the store,” Emma sighs as she paces around her kitchen, checking the fridge and cabinets. “I meant to go yesterday, but I wasn’t feeling well.”
“If you’re ever not feeling well and need something done, you have three guys who are willing to do whatever you want,” I remind her as I walk into the kitchen, watching her get wound up when she doesn’t find whatever she’s looking for.
Emma shakes her head and shuts the fridge door. “All I have is water to drink. Maybe I should’ve gotten alcohol for them. Do you think they’ll take the news better if they’re a little buzzed?”
“I don’t think that’ll change how they take the news,” I tell her honestly. “They’re not going to be in the mood to eat or drink anything, Em. Don’t worry about it.”
Emma rakes her fingers through her hair. “It could help them relax. If they’re hungry, they’ll get more pissed off because then they’ll also be hangry.”
She’s losing her mind. She has been since I stopped by to help her prepare for our talk with her brothers.
“It’ll be okay,” I assure her as I walk over to her. I reach out to pull her into my arms, but she dodges past me to fluff up the throw pillows on the couch. With a sigh, I follow her into the living room as she nitpicks and cleans.
It’s like seeing Max on crack.
“Maybe I should light a candle. That’s calming, right?” Emma asks me.
“Unless they decide to throw hot wax in our faces,” I mutter.
Emma shoots me a death glare. “You’re not helping!”
Oh, shit. That was the wrong thing to say.
“Let’s sit down for a second,” I tell her as I try to take her hand to get her to stop moving around so much. She’s making my damn head spin.
