I watched Sam intently as her face turned a shade of green before she darted into one of our rooms.
I guess cornering her wasn’t going to be too much of an issue.
I heard the fan cut on before the door slammed shut. Water was running, and I sighed as I waited out what was happening. Fuck. My suspicions from our dinner were correct.
She was sick. But not with some horrible, uncurable illness. “Is she sick?” Liam asked.
“Is she throwing up?” Luke asked.
“Someone should be in there with her if she’s sick like that,” Logan said.
“Give her some time,” I said. “There’s a reason I asked her to come over.”
“What do you know that we don’t?” Liam asked.
“I don’t like being left in the dark,” Logan said.
“What gives?” Luke asked.
“You guys aren’t idiots. Fucking think about it,” I said. “Not drinking. Always tired. Throwing up.”
I watched my brother’s faces dawn with realization as Sam came out of the room.
“I’m sorry guys,” she said with a tight grin.
“Are you pregnant?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asked.
“Are you pregnant?” I asked again.
“No. Of course I’m not pregnant,” she said.
“Then why didn’t you have a drink with us last night?” I asked.
“Because I didn’t feel like drinking.”
“You didn’t eat anything either,” Liam said.
“I wasn’t hungry,” she said curtly.
“What about the puking? We heard you, Sam,” Logan said.
“I wasn’t. It’s not that. I’m—”
It killed me inside to watch her struggle. But this was serious. I’d had my suspicions at dinner, but a lot of that shit could be explained away with the stress. But running off to puke at the mere mention of the food she usually loved?
It was obvious.
“Come on, Sam,” I said as I stepped toward her. “This is us you’re talking to. Not some stranger. We’ve been trying to tell you repeatedly that we don’t think anything less of you after Vegas. In fact, I’m pretty sure I speak for all of us when I tell you that we think even more of you. We all care about you Sam, and if you’re pregnant, then we want to be here for you. With you,” I said.
A heavy silence fell over the room as Sam’s eyes went to each of us in turn. She must have seen what she was looking for because she finally let out the breath she’d been holding and nodded her head as tears crested her eyes.
“Yes, okay, yes. I’m pregnant, and it happened in Vegas,” she said.
I looked around at my brothers who all stood rooted to their places, unsure of how to react. I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself as Sam quietly cried. Then, we all surrounded her and held her within our protective warmth.
My brothers and I took turns murmuring to her, telling her that everything was going to be alright. We would take care of her and the baby no matter what. No matter who the father was.