Page 130 of Darcy
“My birth control ran out a few months ago,” I admit. “But I got it taken out today.”
Butterflies take up residence in my stomach. We’ve talked a lot more about children since we moved in together, and we’re all on board. We’ve discussed which of the rooms would be a nursery, how we’d manage the school run, what we’d do if our kids were bullied for having more than one dad, and just about every single hypothetical scenario we could imagine.
But this is still a big step.
Sure, I have no idea how long it will take my fertility to settle down to normal now that the implant is out, but the chance is still there that if we do this now, there could be a baby joining us in nine months.
Prophet is the first one to actually act. The other three are still processing. He has me pressed up against the wall in under a second, his mouth fused with mine as his erection scalds me through the fabric of our sweats.
My breasts heave, brushing against the fabric of his top as he devours me like I’m the very air he needs to keep breathing.
“If you’re not sure…” he mumbles, in between kisses. “Fuck. Please be sure.”
In answer, I nip at his lower lip. “I’ve never been more certain of anything.”
“Wait, wait, wait…” Slate struggles to disentangle himself from his guitar strap as he climbs to his feet. “Prophet, we had aplan, remember?”
The drummer breaks the kiss long enough to give him a death stare. Some silent communication travels between the band, and I pout in frustration as I’m gently lowered to the ground.
“This better be a good plan,” I grumble. “Do you have any idea how horny I am right now?”
Dodger chuckles. “I think we can relate.”
“It’s a good plan,” Arlo interrupts, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the den. “You’ll like it.”
He doesn’t release me until we’re standing facing the kitchen island, and the cheerful square box on top of it. Steam is rising from the cardboard, and I can smell the pizza within.
“Food?” I ask, confused. “I… I think we can reheat it later?”
I never thought I’d pass up pizza, but…
“Open it,” Dodger encourages, and I turn to find they’re all behind me, herding me against the sideboard.
My brows furrow, but I do as they say, turning back and flicking open the—
“Oh my God.” The words tumble out as my brain short circuits.
There, on top of the stuffed crust goodness, chunks of pineapple and pepperoni have been artistically placed to spell out two little words.
“Marry us?”
I whirl, catching myself against the side as I realise they’re on their knees in a semi-circle, fingers brushing as they offer a glistening tangle of metal to me. Each guy is technically holding a different gold band, but those bands are connected together in such a way that they can’t be separated.
“I am… so confused right now,” I admit. “What…? How does this…? Do I wear them on different fingers?”
Instead of a traditional circle, each thin band is a wiggly shape that doesn’t make sense. Each one is embedded with a tiny ruby, and there’s a larger diamond in amongst them as well.
“We got you a challenge,” Arlo says. “It’s a puzzle ring. There are four rings, and they fit together to make one.”
My smile slowly spreads, crinkling my cheeks as I catch on. “One for each of you.”
God, they’re proposing to me and I’m only wearing my bra and sweatpants.
“Still waiting on your answer,cariño,” Slate reminds me, and my mouth pops open as I realise he actually looks a little nervous.
Like my answer was ever really in doubt. “Yes. Of course.”
“Great, now, solve it so we can go back to fucking you senseless,” Dodger growls.
