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The look on his face says he doesn’t believe that for a second.
I have enough self-awareness to know how much mental and emotional damage my mom did to me growing up. Some people would say she did her best under the circumstances, others would say that she only did what was best for her. But what would I say? All Max knows her as is a gold digger. Maybe I should cut ties with her completely. She’s still my mom, though. It’s not that easy.
I can’t simply erase the happy memories. Even buried among the bleakest ones, they still manage to shine through. Like the time she took one of her boyfriends’ credit cards and took me on a toy store shopping spree. Or when I was sick when I was little, and she kept me off school to spend the whole day watching my favorite animated princess movies together. We could make more of those memories with the triplets.
“Max, I need to do this.”
I can sense the turmoil in him. All he wants to do is protect me, but he can’t keep me bubble-wrapped and locked away at home forever, no matter how much he would love that.
In the end, he chooses to give me the space I need and goes to wait in the car with his brother.
I have to take a few deep breaths before I can hit call. It’s hard not to be nervous waiting for Mom to answer. I feel like this every time I try to contact her. And every time I’m met with disappointment. This time is no different. I debate whether to bother leaving a message when the call goes to her voicemail, butdecide to since this might be the only way she’ll find out my good news.
“Hey, Mom. I was hoping to catch you this time. Umm, I don’t know how else to say this, but I’m pregnant! Max, Maddox, and I are having triplets.” A sob escapes me, and I try to stifle any more. My crying is the last thing I want her to hear. “We just found out, and I wanted to tell you in person, but at least you know now. I lo…I hope you give me a call back.”
I hang up and wipe my tears away with the sleeve of my cardigan. My mom’s not even here, yet she’s still finding a way to make me feel bad about my own happiness. No, I shouldn’t dismiss her like that. She might call back later. She could just be busy.
Neither of the guys says anything when I get in the car. They probably heard everything I said, and they can always tell when I’ve been crying. Max unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs into the back with me, tucking me under his arm and kissing my temple. And just like that, my sadness starts to fade.
CHAPTER 13
MADDOX
“You want to know what’s funny?” I ask as we sit on the couch finishing off our pizza and popcorn while we watchThe Great Gatsbyfor what is probably the hundredth time.
“What?” Violet peers up at me from where she’s draped across me and Max. Her head on my lap and her feet propped up on his.
“We didn’t succeed in figuring out who’s going to marry you during our winter chase, but we did successfully breed you.”
“It’s so weird when you say it like that.” She squirms.
“What?Breed?”
“Yeah, it makes me sound like an animal.”
“I distinctly remember catching a little bunny to fuck and breed in the woods,” Max joins in with the teasing, his voice low. “Now she’s all ours to use whenever we want.” He starts pulling her leggings and underwear down. She lifts her hips to help him.
All three of us moan as Max slides his hands up and down her thick thighs. God, I love the way they look. The way they move. The way they feel. How it’s so easy for our fingers to get lost in the softness of her.
“Show Max your pussy, baby. Let him reward you for being such a good little whore for us and taking our come so well.”
Obediently, she allows her legs to fall open.
“She’s wet already.” Max trails kisses up the insides of her thighs and I know exactly when he gets to her clit. Her back arches, a needy moan spilling from her.
“He making you feel good?” I absentmindedly stroke her hair, my eyes glued to my brother’s fingers indenting her thighs.
She nods, drawing my attention to her panting mouth so open and inviting. I reach down to lift her dress over her chest and pull her bra down under her breasts, letting them spill free. They’re getting bigger by the day; she’s going to need new bras soon to contain them. I’d rather she walked around the house with them free. If I had it my way, she wouldn’t need to own clothes at all.
Her nipples are already stiff. I play with each one, giving both equal attention. “Do you think her tits are bigger already?” I ask Max, and she blushes.
He reaches up to cup one as I hold the other in my palm, feeling its weight.
“Definitely. Her belly is as well.”
“There’s no way I look pregnant yet!” she protests loudly.
“Sweetheart, I know the exact size of every part of you.” He moves his hands to her stomach and grabs her firmly, his fingers digging deep into her skin. “I know how you feel in my hands. Know every curve, every line.” He drags his tongue over a pretty pink stretch mark. “Every inch of you is perfection.”
