Rowan
Ella was definitely sleeping more. That, in itself, wasn’t a concern—but our hours were erratic, and Alec’s standard office schedule made him the obvious choice to stay home with her.
My issue was simpler. I didn’t want her out of our sight.
My mother’s whorish tendencies had left me cautious by nature.
I pulled her chair out and waited until she sat before taking my own seat. Alec and Nick were already showered and dressed for work. Nick watched Ella with that familiar intensity, but she didn’t seem to notice—her attention fixed entirely on the plate of pastries.
She was glowing.
I couldn’t tell whether it was the sun, the sex, or the possibility we weren’t acknowledging out loud yet—but she looked content. Soft. Happy.
“Oooh,” she gasped, lifting one of the smaller pastries. “What’s this?”
Alec approached with a platter, lifting the lid.
“Raspberry, lemon, and mascarpone,” he said.
“Wow. You went all out,” she replied, taking a bite. “Thank you. Mmm.”
We all watched as she licked icing from her lip before taking another mouthful. She hummed again.
I shook my head, breaking the spell, and poured myself a coffee.
Ella slid her cup forward, but Alec filled it with orange juice instead. She hesitated, confusion flickering briefly across her face, before lifting it to her lips and drinking.
Yes. We wouldn’t be able to conceal the truth for much longer.
“Open up,” Alec said, taking the seat beside her.
He placed the tiny white pill on her tongue, followed by the larger pink one. She frowned but swallowed them down with a sip of juice.
“What was that?”
“Just a multivitamin,” Alec replied casually, already loading his plate.
We followed suit. I fixed Ella’s plate for her while she returned her attention to the remains of her pastry.
Alec’s sleight of hand—and his offhand delivery—had worked. I relaxed slightly, until I caught Nick staring too intently at her.
I kicked him beneath the table.
He cleared his throat and picked up his cutlery.
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I dabbed my mouth with a napkin as I watched Alec kiss Ella. The way he fisted her hair and devoured her mouth made my dick hard.
“He didn’t put that much effort into kissing you,” Nick chortled.
I tossed the napkin at him.
He lingered, waiting for his turn before heading to work.
Alec finally broke away from Ella’s ravaged lips.
“Be a good girl for Rowan today,” he murmured before standing.
She looked slightly dazed, but she nodded.
Nick’s dark, tattooed hands framed her head as he bent to kiss her with the same intensity—only messier. The nasty fuck. He was practically chewing her lips off. Alec stayed just long enough to watch before turning to leave.
Ella absently touched her swollen mouth once they were gone.
“Will you miss them?” I asked, curious.
The question startled her.
A frown.
Another touch to her lips.
She nodded.
“I think I will,” she said slowly.
Satisfied with her answer, we worked in comfortable silence, cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. When she yawned again, I decided it was time to intervene. She was growing one of our babies, and everything I’d read said that took a toll—on the body, on hormones, on energy.
“Let’s take a nap,” I murmured, lacing my fingers through hers.
“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” she said, stifling another yawn.
“Probably from taking too many cocks,” I replied, guiding her out of the kitchen as the dishwasher began to slosh and spray.
“And whose fault is that?” she grumbled.
“I never heard you say no.”
“Good to know it’s an option.”
Clever girl.
“We both know it isn’t,” I said, patting the back of her hand.
She sighed as we reached the top of the stairs.
“Maybe I’m low on iron or something.”
“I’ll collect a urine sample and have it tested.”
She shook her head.
“You’d need a blood sample.”
Her medical background was inconvenient.
“Sure,” I said, opening the bedroom door.
She was nearly asleep on her feet as I undressed her. I didn’t need to—but I knew they’d be watching the bedroom today.
I lifted the covers and followed her into bed, holding her close and stroking her back until I felt her relax. A moment later, her hand slid from my chest to rest on my shoulder.
I had work waiting for me, but I lingered anyway, my hand drifting from her back to the curve of her arse. Fucking her pinned between us on the side of the road had been something else.
She needed to rest.
And I had all day with her.
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The door creaked open and Ella poked her head in. I waved her over, flicking a glance at the time on my laptop. She’d slept for nearly three hours.
“Feeling better?”
She nodded.
“Can I help with any of the work?”
“No,” I said, closing the screen and pulling her toward me. “I’m almost finished. We can go outside once I am.”
“I haven’t really explored the area,” she admitted.
“The garden first,” I murmured.
I’d already chosen the spot I wanted to fuck her in. It only seemed fair that I came inside her and lubed her up before the others got home.
I was generous like that.