7. Malcom

Now that she was in my arms, I couldn't get myself to stop touching her.

Her hair felt like silk between my fingertips, and her skin was so smooth I couldn't believe she was actually in my embrace.

"She knocked out," I shared without glancing away from her sleeping face.

"I can see that," Casey's voice sounded, and I nodded.

"The storm scared her. She has a fever. Jett grabbed a thermometer, but she fell asleep before he came back," I shared quietly, afraid I'd wake her up.

"Maybe we should put her back in her room." My jaw clenched at his suggestion. If he thought he was going to tear her away from me now that I had finally given in to how I felt, how we felt, he had another thing coming to him.

"Maybe she's right where she should be." I glanced up, and I could tell the asshole had pressed my buttons on purpose, since the dick was smiling at me.

"So, you came to your senses?"

"I came to my senses about five minutes after you left my office," I muttered. Jett showed up and stood behind Casey. Both stared at our girl while I observed them.

"We're doing this." It wasn't a question but a statement. Two sets of eyes connected with me for a moment, and without a word, we agreed.

Rosa was ours.

"I'll go get a cold towel, and her soup should be ready. Can you wake her up and take her temp?" Jett asked, and I nodded.

"I'll grab some medicine. Should I call a doctor?"

"Let's see how the medicine helps, and we will go from there. Maybe call Silver just to have him on standby. Let him know what's going on and see if there is anything he might recommend." Dr. Joshua Silver was a friend of ours we'd met at Club Sin. He was great at what he did, and discreet.

"Sounds good." Casey left, but Jett stood there, and when our eyes locked, I swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I was an asshole earlier."

"What's new?" He shrugged, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. His gaze dropped and looked at a sleeping Rosa. I could see the worry in his eyes. "Her niece and nephew were sick all week. Maybe she picked up what they had?"

"Probably." I nodded. "Then add in the mess she had to clean up thanks to Cooper and that cleaning company that didn't have space today, and she wore herself out."

"Why are you talking about me like I'm not here?" she sniffled. Just then, I watched her eyes flutter open. I could tell she was a little disoriented. "Why am I in your bed?"

"We're taking care of you," Jett shared and stepped in without hesitation. He moved closer and sat on the other side of her. She looked at both of us.

"Why, umm…" She swallowed and grimaced. "Why are you taking care of me?"

"You have a fever, baby," I gently told her. She opened and shut her mouth.

"My niece and?—"

"They were sick," I cut her off. "Here, can you open your mouth and say ah?"

"Umm, why?"

"So I can check your temp," I gently told her and reached for the thermometer on my nightstand.

"Oh." She blushed adorably and did as she was told. I held her close in my arms, and even though she was still a little groggy but slowly coming to focus about the situation she was in, she didn't move away from my hold in my bed. Our bed. My teeth smashed together as I tried to find some kind of semblance of control. The thermometer beeped, and I frowned at the three-digit number that glared back at me.

"That doesn't look good," Jett muttered and made a funny face at our baby girl to make her relax.

"How high is it?" she asked.

"A hundred and one point two." I didn't like her being sick.

"Not terrible."

"But it"s not good either. Come on." I stood up and carefully picked her up and set her down. "We need to take this off." Without waiting for her to reach for the hem of the sweater she was wearing, I pulled it up and over her head, tossing it on the ground behind her.

"Oh, umm…" My eyes skated down to see her in the sweetest, sexiest nightshirt. It was a soft cream color with black trim. And it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Braless, her tits looked like the fucking juiciest offering to the gods.

"Fuck! Do you wear this kind of shit every night?" The words sounded brusque to even my own ears. When my eyes connected with hers, I knew I had hurt her feelings.

"It's just pajamas. Umm, I should go back to my room." She tried to move around me, but my hands had a mind of their own and held her waist, keeping her in front of me.

"Mal." Jett's warning was clear, but they were right earlier.

We were done fucking around and waiting.

Why the hell had I put us through this kind of torture? My eyes dropped to her collarbone. Her skin was a golden brown with a slight tinge of pink that drifted beneath the cotton material of her nightgown.

"You look fucking pretty in this, baby girl."

"Malcom, umm…" She swallowed and sighed. "I don't know what you're up to right now, but you're being sweet."

"You don't like it?" My lips twitched, and her eyes widened when she caught it.

"I do, but being sick, it's really messing with my head."

"I know, honey. But once you feel better, you'll get it."

"Get what?"

"Us," Jett cut in. I glanced to my left. I somehow hadn't noticed him move, and now he stood next to me.

"Okay, well," she sounded slowly. Her eyes bounced between us and landed behind us. I didn't have to check to know Casey had returned, and soon enough, he would be on my other side. "I should probably take some Tylenol and go to sleep because this is obviously some kind of weird fever dream. Next thing I know, I'll call you guys daddy and you'll be wearing masks." My cock came fully alive behind my dress slacks. I felt the two men at my sides straighten. Probably experiencing the same problem.

"Oh god! Did I say that out loud?" Rosa's eyes widened, but I shook my head.

"Okay, you're not going anywhere," I started to lay down the law. "You're going to sit down." I pointed at our bed behind her. "And let us take care of you."

"Isn't that my job? I'm supposed to take care of you three," she responded with a little sass, and even though she was arguing with me, I was fucking thankful. It meant whatever bug her body was fighting wasn't terrible.

"Not tonight or for the next couple of days, baby." Her niece and nephew had been down for the weekend. She was going to take a minimum of three days, and we were going to make sure she didn't have to lift a motherfucking finger.

"Malcom…" she whispered my name and then licked those pretty lips of hers.

"Be a good girl and do as you're told," I gently but sternly ordered, making sure not to leave any room for her to argue. Her pretty brows bunched, but she didn't fight me. Rosa simply did as she was told.

Together, the three of us made sure to take care of her.

Casey put a cool towel around the back of her neck, and Jett fed her some soup before giving her medicine. Afterwards, Casey sat next to her, and Jett sat on her other side, the three of them cuddled in my bed as they watched some show called Lopez Vs. Lopez that made her giggle. By the third episode, I was even laughing along with the witty dialogue between father and daughter.

Before I knew it, she drifted off, and so had my best friends. Instead of joining them, I fell asleep on the recliner in my room, but not before ordering a bigger bed that it was obvious we were going to need in the very near future.