CHAPTER NINETEEN

GAGE

Lucy comes in and hands a beer to Mav and I, while a sulking Sebastian sits on the couch beside me. Something happened with our other woman, I could see it in the way she went angrily toward the bedrooms.

"What's wrong with Stella?"

"Nothing," Lucy says with a headshake, "Everything is fine."

I narrow my gaze at her. "Sweetheart, I could clearly see she was upset. Don't fucking lie to me, I'll spank your ass. You're not pregnant there."

She gasps as she glances at Mav, and he shrugs his shoulders. Does she think he's going to protect her from me? I don't think so.

Lucy throws her hands in the air. "Fine. She's upset, but it's not my story to tell."

I glance to my left. "Sebastian?"

He gives me a glare, and I arch an eyebrow because I'll spank his fucking ass too. "I don't know what she's upset about. All she said was that she hated living with us, and wanted five minutes to herself, so that's what I'm giving her. Then I'm going to go up there and be sensitive and shit and listen to whatever is eating her up inside."

I am tempted to go up there right now and demand she tell me what's bothering her, but I know Sebastian is the most likely out of us guys to actually get an answer. I'd be the man that'd go up there and demand a response, wouldn't get one, and would end up angry fucking her until she cracks. That does sound like fun, but I don't want to make things worse. It's been a tense day, and I just want everyone on the same page, especially now that we're going to be bringing a baby into the mix, two, if I have my way.

"You have a doctor's appointment tomorrow at two."

She looks at me with surprise. "This early?"

None of these fucking British doctors wanted to see her before eight weeks. How does that work when they've just found out they're pregnant, and don't know how far along they are? And what if it's dangerous? I mentioned the implant, and they said she should see her primary care doctor if she's living in the United States. Well, I didn't want to hack into their systems to get her on the schedule, but a man does what a man has to do.

Sebastian rises from the couch. "I'm going to go talk to Stella."

SEBASTIAN

With my hand on the doorknob, I take a deep breath, hoping I don't fuck this up more than it already is. I'm afraid if I say the wrong thing, and I frequently do, that I'll push her away. I walk into the room, and she sits on the bed with her arms wrapped around her legs, her face pressed against her thighs as she weeps. Sitting on the bed beside her, I pull her into my arms, and Stella wraps her arms around my waist and cries against my chest. What the fuck is wrong with her? Of course, I want to demand she tell me that, but I don't, for now I just hold her while she sobs.

Leaning down, I kiss her wet cheek. "Whatever it is, baby, it's going to be okay. We will get through it together."

Finally, her sobs subside, and she asks, "Do you hate me?"

I grip her chin lightly and tilt her head back, so I can look in her eyes. "Baby, I could never hate you."

Leaning down, I press my lips to hers and kiss her softly. She tastes like her salty tears but I don't mind it, fuck, I love everything about this woman.

"Tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind, Stel."

She closes her eyes like she's in so much pain. "Are you going to ask me to leave if I can't get pregnant?"

All the air escapes my lungs as I process her words. That's what she fucking thinks? If she doesn't give us a child, we're done with her? Do I want to fucking breed her? Yes, more than anything. But if she couldn't, it would change nothing.

"Baby, why would you even think that?"

She shrugs as she opens her eyes. "If Lucy can give you that and I can't, maybe you won't need me. Any of the three of you could be the father of her baby. But me? I'm nothing to this child. I won't share that bond. I'm just extra baggage."

Holding her face in my hands, I growl louder than I mean to, "Jesus, Stella. You hide yourself away like this, dealing with this kind of pain? You're supposed to bring us your pain, so we can help you through it. Will we continue fucking you, hoping you get pregnant? Yes. However, if it never happens, it changes nothing. You're still ours. No matter what. And you will love Lucy's child like he or she is your own, because that's who you are. I don't believe for one second that you won't have a bond with our child. Any child born in this family will be all of ours. I love you, Stella. That will never change."

"I love you too," she whispers softly.

I reach my hands into her hair and hold her in place. "You are far more to us than a baby factory. You on your own are enough for us. Stella, you are fucking enough."

I say it because it's the truth, not because it's what she needs to hear, but it's clear it's both. She throws her hands around my neck, and pulls my head down, pressing her lips to mine, then Stella kisses me like this moment is everything to her.

MAV

Once more, I feel like the last fucker to know what's going on, so as soon as Pretty Boy runs off after Stella, I grab Lucy and drag her over while I sit beside Gage.

"Okay, someone start talking, while I get Lucy naked."

"Wait, what?" Lucy bats at my hands, while Gage laughs and gets comfortable watching our girl.

"Something's wrong with Stella, baby, don't make me fucking spank the answer out of you."

I drag Lucy into my lap, slipping my hands up under her shirt and cupping her breasts. My limited understanding of pregnancy is the fact that tits get bigger, right? They definitely do that, and I'm looking forward to that part.

"Lucy needs penalties if she doesn't answer your questions," Gage suggests, reaching over to stroke her thigh, and grinning when she slaps at his hand too.

"Stella needs to be the one to talk this out with you guys. I'm not going to betray her confidence, just because you think you can spank it out of me or something." Lucy, when she gets huffy and tells us off, is hot as fuck. Like we're gonna listen though, right?

"Pregnant ladies can still get spanked, right, Gage?"

He digs out his phone and starts typing into it. Is the fucker actually looking it up in Google ? Jesus, we know fuck all about pregnancy. Should I be fucking her at all? Pretty sure you don't have to abstain from sex the whole damn time, right?

"Spanking isn't on the list of things you can't do, no."

Lucy snorts. "That's because the list is based on normal people, and not pervy psychos like you!"

Okay, spanking it is . I turn her over my knee, which has the added benefit, at least for Gage, of putting her face right over his fucking junk.

"How many do you think, Gage? She's withholding information, she got all snappy with me earlier, I'm sure she called me a bell-end. She got pregnant without permission. So many transgressions."

"Fuck you! I didn't choose this, you sick…" The rest of her words are muffled, as Gage pushes her face down over his dick, and I'm betting in less than a minute, it'll be buried down her throat instead.

I slap her ass lightly, across both cheeks, and she still flinches like I smacked her harder. Sweet little Lucy, so fucking delicate and pale. I've grown to love the way I can turn her skin dark pink, or even red, without too much spanking. Hell, spanking wasn't even my thing until I first tried it on her.

"How many do you think you deserve, Lucy?" I ask, knowing full well she can't answer me, especially as I realize her mouth is now full, just like I fucking expected. Lucky bastard, Gage, he just always manages to get inside a fucking hole without any effort. I'll do all the damn work then.

"I'll start with twenty for your attitude, and another ten for calling me a bell-end, then we can figure out how to make you pay for the rest. If you disagree, just tell me." I laugh, knowing she's too busy gagging on dick right now, and when her hand flails at me, I grab it and pin it to her back, while I begin reddening those pale cheeks of hers.

Gage groans and strokes Lucy's hair, even as he uses her mouth as a fucking pussy, but I notice he's not being as rough as usual, even letting her stop to breathe now and then. Is her pregnancy changing everything about us? Will we all be backing off while she's carrying our baby? I know we said it wouldn't matter whose baby it was, but I can't help hoping it's mine, even though I have no fucking idea how to do the father thing.

"You done spanking her, Sweet Cheeks? You could stuff her from that end too."

Lucy makes a garbled protest, and out of character, he gently tugs her face up from his dick.

"Problem?"

She nods rapidly. "This is all fun, guys, but I didn't get anything to eat earlier, and I'm starving." She glares at Gage then. "And not for that . I need actual food." And just like that, we're abandoning sex to look after our pregnant lady. Yep, everything's changing.