His eyes fall shut. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Yes.”
“You’re enough for her or anyone who deserves to be in your life. If they bail, that’s on them, not you. Don’t carry the weight of that on your shoulders.”
“She doesn’t want to be with me or any of us, anyway, so why does it matter?” he says, sounding defeated.
He might have a point there.
“I’m not going to lie. I’m not thrilled about the current situation. Respecting her decision is a daily struggle at this point, but that was her choice. All I can do is be here for her in the best way I can and show her how I feel, even if it isn’t the way I would like to.”
“You’re all the way in love with her. Aren’t you?” he asks.
What good would lying do?
“Yeah. I am.” Now I’m the one that sounds defeated.
“Warren is, too. Right?”
We haven’t talked about it explicitly, but I’ve caught his eye enough times to see the same heartbreak written across his face that’s obviously on mine.
Tuckers starts laughing. “Just when I thought this situation couldn’t get any messier. We’re a bad joke waiting to happen. A feisty, pregnant redhead with three bumbling idiots who are in love with her but can’t have her.”
I caught his slip-up, but I don’t draw attention to it. I don’t know if this talk will help in the long run, but at least now I know all three of us are on the same page as far as Sienna is concerned.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Sienna
“Are you nervous?”Grayson asks as he navigates us into the parking lot at OBGYN’s office.
I can’t believe I’m already halfway through this pregnancy. I’m nervous, but I’m also excited. Today’s a big day—the anatomy scan. I asked the guys to come with me, and they all happily agreed.
“I am,” I say, because they do these scans for a reason. There are a ton of things they could detect. “But I’m happy I get to see the baby again.”
I’m smiling at him as he puts his truck in park. I glance over my shoulder at Warren and Tucker, who are sitting in the back seat.
I tried to have Warren sit up front because he’d have more room, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m excited you guys get to see the little one, too,” I say.
They all sound their agreement before getting out of the car. Before I can even think of opening my own door, Warren is there.
“You know I can open my own door,” I tell him with a half-hearted grumble because with my bump, it’s harder to movearound than it used to be. I can only imagine what it will be like in a few months.
He’s so used to my protests, he doesn’t say a word. He just holds out his hand to help me down.
I’m working on this whole accepting help thing.I swear. I am.
We walk as a group into the building and into the elevator. When we all step into the waiting area, I can’t help but notice some of the looks we get.
I mean, I can’t really blame them. One woman with three different men at an OBGYN office must be rather unusual.
After getting checked in, we all sit down together. As we’re waiting, Tucker’s hand, which was leaning on the armrest between us, starts tracing up and down my leg.
I don’t even know if he’s fully aware of what he’s doing right now, but I revel in it nonetheless.
He’s been different this last week. He doesn’t seem like he’s pushing me away with all his strength anymore.
He still isn’t back to the same guy I started to fall for months ago, but I feel like I have a piece of him back now, even if I can only have him in my life as a friend.
