Trip snickers as he pulls the toy from my body. “Then he should’ve been here and got to work trying to knock up our girl.”
“Knowing him,” Grant checks his watch. “He’s probably barreling down the drive now. His meeting with Dr. Hambre was over an hour and a half ago.”
I stand and scoop my skirt off the floor. “You guys are making this weird.”
“There’s nothing weird about trying to beat out two others to be a dad first,” Trip says. He grabs the front of my shirt when I’m done pulling up my skirt and jerks me toward him. He claims my mouth in a swift, hard kiss, then pushes me away.
“You’ll be dads no matter who’s the paternal father.” I give him a pointed look but he only shrugs.
His indifference is a mask though. I know he’ll love the baby no matter who's the father. And I know this because he loves Grant and Jason.
“Pianna, Miguel, and little Miguel Jr. should be here in about two hours,” I tell them. I make my way around the desk. Grant snags my wrist and pulls me into his body. “I was thinking we can have dinner at Antonio’s then show them where we could have their wedding ceremony.”
Grant nods. “Whatever you want, dollface. It’ll give the chef some practice.”
Antonio’s is one of three restaurants here at the Silver Staghorn Ranch. Over the past week, we’ve had several dozen employees training to be the waitstaff. That doesn’t include the bartenders at either bar we have as well. It’s been a crazy few weeks as things come together, but despite our hectic schedules and mounting nerves, I’m excited to finally see this place up and running.
Grant’s lips skim across my cheek before he captures my lips. I hum against his lips happily before I pull away.
“I need a shower.”
“I’ll come with.” Grant stands and looks over at Trip. “Saw Kai leaving, everything good with them? Carlos?”
The Nani’s and Carlos have been all hands on deck when it comes to overseeing this massive undertaking. When I’m at the library, Grant’s at various meetings, Jason’s with Dr. Hambre finishing up his residency, and Trip’s at a job, they’ve been a massive help here. What’s more? They’re thriving. Without the stress of worrying about Garry hanging over their heads, they act years younger.
“Yeah,” Trip nods. “He came by to let me know the new horse came in and he looks good. I’m going to stick around a bit. Dad needs a hand moving some stuff to the shed.”
Grant nods at Trip then shoots me a smoldering look. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
With a grin, we both head toward the door. The house we bought is about a twenty minute drive from here, on a five acre plot of land. It was purchased at the guys’ insistence once my lease went up for renewal. I wasn’t sure at first about the commute or buying an older house that needed work, but the guys had given me free rein to design it however I wanted.
Now I can’t wait to go home every night.
Before we even get to the door, it opens with a bang and Jason rushes in.
“No one had better have touched my girl. I called dibs!”
Trip and Grant snicker, but I reach out and take Jason’s hand. “We have time, relax. Come with us and let’s go home.”
Jason grins, his dimple appearing swiftly. “Oh I definitely plan on cumming,dollface.”
