I take a sip, surprised when it tastes pretty similar to the real thing. Unable to help myself, I take another big sip. “Thank you.”
Tucker laughs, sitting down on my other side. My head rests against his shoulder.
This feels surreal.Being this happy. Feeling so… cherished.
I’m not fighting it, though, because these men are everything I could have ever hoped for.
“How are you carrying me right now?” I laugh, leaning into Grayson as he carries me up the stairs. “I’m huge.”
He kisses the side of my head. “You are a tiny person, Sienna Briggs. Pregnant or not, I can carry you just fine.”
He carries me into Warren’s room. “Why are you bringing me in here?” I ask.
“I thought it would be easier to give you a massage in here.”
“Oh,” I breathe out against his neck.
His chest rumbles against me. “Not that kind of massage, sweetheart,” he says, setting me down on the bed.
Despite how relaxed I am from the foot scrub and face masks we did downstairs, my muscles coil tight at his words.
My face falls. “Right. ’Cause I’m pregnant…”
His hands cup the side of my face. “You are fucking gorgeous, and you turn me on by just breathing. So, don’t think for one second that I don’t want you because of that.”
His thumbs trace across my cheekbones. “That’s not what I’m expecting, though. I just want to be with you.”
He steps in closer between my spread thighs.
“Hey, Grayson,” I say, giving him a small, almost shy smile.
“Mmhmm,” he hums as he stares into my soul.
“I love you.”
His hands fall still on my face. He doesn’t say anything right away, so I continue.
“I think a part of me fell for you in Nashville that night, even if I didn’t let myself admit it. You’ve been a constant in my life for a long time, and now I don’t want to think about my life without you there by my side.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling one of his hands away to wipe away a stray tear that escaped down his cheek. He presses his forehead to mine. “I am so in love with you, Sienna. It’s actually insane. I didn’t know it was possible to ache with love for someone, but you’ve proven me wrong yet again.”
I laugh quietly, knowing exactly what he means.
“I’m going to love you forever,” he says. He leans down, kissing the top of my bump. “And I’m going to love our little girl with everything I have for the rest of my life.”
Fuck.Now I’m crying.
“I hope you meant what you said earlier, love, because this is it for me,” he says.
He wipes away my tears.
“I meant it,” I say.
Every. Damn. Word.
I blink several times, trying to clear the sleepiness from my eyes. Sunlight pours in from a window in the corner of the room.
Tucker’s heart pounds against my cheek that’s pressed against his chest. I’m wrapped around him like a barnacle.
