Page 56 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“But nothing happened. And then you guys stopped bringing it up—"

“Not because we didn’t want a baby.” Carey’s hand took mine while Ronan’s squeezed my knee and Fox’ mouth touched the side of my face. With the three of them touching me, the news felt a little easier to give. “We stopped talking about it because you looked so sad every month.”

“We hated seeing you upset, and we thought…” They looked at one another, and Ronan sighed. “We thought if we stopped talking about it and just relaxed, maybe it would make things easier.”

“It did, kinda. Until the whole my-dress-being-too-tight thing.” Carey winced.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You have an incredible body.”

“It’s going to change,” I whispered and watched as the three men slowly processed what I’d just said. “I was late, and I took a test, but after Coco had a false positive, I wanted to make sure, so I went to the doctor’s today, and well, umm…” I put a finger up, jumped off Fox’ lap, and ran toward our bedroom to grab the box I had prepared for them. I ran back and sat back down on Fox’ lap.

“I didn’t do things the way I wanted to, but, umm…. Well, I love you guys. You’re my family. My missing bits. I’ve never felt whole or like I belonged anywhere, until you. Each of you own my heart, and I hope this makes each of you as happy as it did me.” I handed the box to Ronan before I shuffled off Fox’ lap and sat next to him.

I watched as my three beautiful masculine men opened the box as a team. I didn’t miss the way their hands trembled as they undid the bow and lifted the top of the box off. Nor did I miss the jagged inhale of breath each took as they pulled the yellow and mint-green tissue from inside and they looked in. Each of them took a onsie out and looked at the black and white sonogram I had framed for each of their offices. “We’re a little over nine weeks. It seems last month, well, it was light, and the doctor said that sometimes happens and it’s why some women don’t realize they’re pregnant. But he or she is healthy and okay so far.”

None of them said a word.

All they did was stare at the frames in their hands. Their chests rose and fell, their breathing slightly off. A small part of me worried I’d somehow shocked them.

“Are you guys okay with this? I mean—" I couldn’t say another word because Fox’ mouth was on mine, and I was being lifted back to his lap.

Whether it was him or the other two putting me there, I wasn’t sure.

But it didn’t matter.

His kiss was possessive and rough. When he pulled back, I had to suck in a deep breath, not that I was able to even exhale because there I was, being moved to Carey’s lap and then Ronan’s.

“We’re fucking ecstatic, if you couldn’t tell,” he rasped against my mouth as my lungs burned and my nose stung from the unshed happy tears that welled in my eyes.

“No crying, baby girl,” he soothed. His hands cupped my face as the pads of his thumbs wiped them away before they could roll down my face. “Fuck me. We made a baby!”

“All four of us.” I sniffled with a smile.

“Yeah, the four of us.” He swallowed, looking up at the men over my shoulder. “I have one more surprise,” I whispered, and a brow rose. I could feel the guys thinking, wondering what else I had up my sleeve. I shifted off his lap and told them to sit on the couch. I moved back and kneeled on the coffee table, knowing very well from experience throughout the years it would be able to hold me.

I peeled the dress up and over my body, and when they saw what I meant, they growled. “You went like this to work?”

“Fuck, if we’d known…” Fox let the thought rest between us. If they’d known, I would have been dragged into the big soundproofed conference room, where they wouldn’t have got anything done all day.

I shook my head. “I put it on when I got home and then slipped my dress back on,” I confessed.

I was wearing a rhinestone body chain that wrapped around my breasts and waist, leaving nothing to the imagination with a simple and beautiful sparkle highlighting my curves and angles. I never felt as beautiful as I did than when I dressed up for them. Putting myself on display for my men, my husbands, my partners made me wetter.

Hornier.

“I figured it’s been a while since you guys had a show.” I lifted my body, still squatting on the table before opening my thighs.

Placing the tips of my manicured fingers against my throat, I let them drop, touching my collarbone and between my breasts.

“Fuck.” “Shit.” “Hot damn,” the three of them muttered under their breaths, almost to themselves. Before I could move to hold a full, achy breast in my hand, one of them had me in his arms, stomping toward our bedroom with the other two close behind.

“Wait, what are you—"

“Shut it, little girl, or your daddies are going to have to spank this perfect ass.” Fox squeezed a cheek and then growled. His hand rose and fell right down on my left side. I yelped at the sting of his hand on my butt. It hadn’t hurt; if anything, my greedy weeping pussy clenched.

“I feel empty, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear, and he shook his head.

“What are we going to do with you?” he asked, masking his voice like he was actually disappointed in me. I secretly loved it when he got in a mood to play out a character. If he was going to be the bad one, that meant the other two would be super sweet or try to one-up him.