Chapter 57
Chapter Fifty-Seven
JESSICA
I watch as Noah turns the test over, but my eyes move to his face. His expression is blank, followed by a myriad of emotions: shock, excitement, wonder.
His lips lift into the most contagious smile, and I find myself smiling before he even says the word.
“Pregnant.”
He holds up the test for me and Caleb, and my hand instinctively moves to palm my stomach, pregnant.
Caleb reaches out for the test and brings it closer to his face, as if to check for himself.
“Fuck, you’repregnant.”His eyes fill with tears as he looks at me with something akinto awe.
I reach out for the test, happy tears flowing freelydown my face, the word PREGNANT staring back at me.
“I’m pregnant.”
Caleb splays his hand over mine, as he looks down in wonder, and then Noah’s hand covers his. It’s such a protective move.
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper.
Deep down, I knew I felt different. I can’t even explain it, but something had me running to the pharmacy during my lunch break, and I bought a test.
But I was also terrified to even hope that the test would be positive.
I didn’t want to get my hopes up again, or theirs, for that matter.
They’ve been nothing but patient with me and comforting me after the first few times I broke down each time I got my period.
It’s whywe all agreed to just see what happened over the last few months, without the added pressure of actively trying.
Even if I secretly hoped deep down that I would fall pregnant.
I know I was putting too much pressure on myself, hyper fixating on it.
Truth is, nothing is guaranteed in life, nothing is truly in our control.
“We’re having a baby,” I repeat, looking between Caleb’s midnight blue eyes and Noah’s warm honey-coloured ones.
They both nod. “We are.”
Caleb lowers his mouth to my neck and kisses my exposed flesh as I reach out and cup Noah’s jaw, loving the soft scrape of his short beard, brushing my palm and causing me to shiver.
There’s a soft knock on the door as the same waiter from earlier enters.
“Sorry, I just wanted to check if I can get you any drinks.”
“We’re celebrating! Can we please have a bottle of your best non-alcoholic champagne?”
I can’t help but laugh. “I can just have water, you can still have some Bollinger,” I say.
Caleb glances to Noah and then back to the waiter.
“We’ll have the Bollinger and a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne, please.”
There’s no point in me even trying to argue with him, so I just nod my agreement.
“And food?” they ask.
“Our wife has just found out she’s pregnant, so can you please talk to the chef and ask them to have something suitable?”
The waiter smiles. “Of course, and congratulations.”
I realise I’m still holding the test and my skin heats with embarrassment as I reach for the silk scarf and wrap it back up, placing it back inside my clutch and pull out a sanitiser spray.
“I peed on that,” I say and reach for Caleb’s and Noah’s hands, spraying sanitiser on theirs and then mine.
Noah chuckles. “Sweet wife, do you think we’re bothered over your bodily fluids?”
“Noah,” I chide, as I drop the sanitiser back into my clutch. “It’s not the point,” I reply, but find myself giggling.
“It’s cute that you think we’d give a shit,” Caleb says, his hand in my hair as he tilts my face towards his and slams his lips down on mine.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Noah is gripping my jaw, taking Caleb’s place, and then he’s the one kissing me.
When he pulls away, I’m a breathy mess, but watching him and Caleb kiss has my thighs clenching together, because, yeah, my husbands are fucking hot.
The room is charged with sexual tension, but these two men put me to shame when it comes to their self-restraint because I’d happily leave right now if it meant we could go home and fuck.
The door opens again, followed by the waiter entering with an ice bucket with two bottles and a tray of champagne glasses.
They pour mine first and then Caleb and Noah’s.
“Courtesy of management, congratulations.”
“Thank you,” we all say before they leave, and I already know Caleb will be leaving a huge tip.
He doesn’t like to owe anyone anything. As nice as the gesture is, he also appreciates running a business and knows it isn’t cheap.
“To both of you, for making me the happiest man alive. Fuck knows if Ideserve you, butI’ll spendmy life makingsure that I do,” Caleb says as he raises his glass.
“Caleb,” I whisper, still as enamoured by this beautiful strong man as ever before. The fact he still questions himself is proof, and I know he will never take us for granted. “You are more than worthy,” I say, needing to say it out loud as I raise my glass too.
He squeezes my thigh as Noah raises his glass.
“You really are, Caleb, and there are no two people other than the pair of you that I could imagine spending my life with. Thankyou for sticking by me, especially on the hard days.” Noah clears his throat and then continues, “I thank the universe daily for both of you.”
I wipe under my eyes. “Can I put down my crying topregnancyhormones?” I ask, more than aware I’m a bit of an emotional wreck.
“You can do whatever the fuck you wantas long as you’re happy and healthy,” Caleb replies, deadly serious.
“I don’t know if you’ll be saying that in nine months’ time,” I admit.
They both just chuckle in response, unsurprising to me. I might as well walk on water in their eyes and the thought of our child being adored and protected by these two men fills me with more joy and warmth than I ever thought possible.
“It doesn’t matter as long as we all have each other,” Noah says.
“To us, now and always,” Caleb says.
“Now and always,” Noah repeats.
“Now and always,” I reply before sipping my drink, pulling back surprised at the taste. I go in for another sip.
“Good?” Noah asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I can’t tell the difference.” I hold it to him, and he takes a small sip.
“Not offensive at all, I could get used to this while you’re pregnant,” he replies, handing it to Caleb.
“Same,” Caleb says in agreement.
I shake my head. “That might be so, but I don’t expect either of you not to drink because of me.”
Caleb leans closer, his masculine scent enveloping me in a blanket of comfort like it always does when we’re in such proximity.
“No, but you’re giving us the most precious gift, growing our baby.
” His hand moves to my stomach. “And it’s not like we’ll be sacrificing anything by forgoing alcohol.
In fact, I’ll happily not drink when the baby comes as well . ” There’s only truth in his words.
Noah clears his throat. “There is one thing,” he says, and we both turn to look at him.
“I think it’s important we find out who the biological father is.”
My lips part in shock. What did he just say?