“No one’s in the hospital?” he checked to make sure that Bre was safe.
“No one’s in the hospital…yet.” I grinned, winking at our girl.
She smiled back at me, taking a tentative bite of breakfast.
“What does that mean?” Flynn snapped.
“Just come over.”
“Fine.” He hung up, grumpy as ever.
I came around to a grudging respect for the man. I could tell that he was a good fellow and that he had Bre’s best interests at heart. I didn’t particularly want to sleep with him, though. I supposed that was all right, since he was a self-professed heterosexual and had no interest in either Dex or me as a romantic partner.
“Flynn’s on his way,” I told Bre.
She opened her eyes wide, clearly worried about what he would say. I turned the bacon in the pan, making sure that it didn’t burn before walking around to the other side of the island to give my girlfriend a kiss.
“It’ll be fine,” I told her. “He’s gonna love it.”
“Are you sure?” She turned her face up, hope shining through her sparkling eyes.
I brushed her tears away, my heart melting. She was so vulnerable, so open to what the three of us had to give her. I knew that Flynn would respond positively. The way he treated his first daughter was all the proof I needed. But Bre was worried that he would have something to say about our lifestyle, and the unknown parentage of the infant.
“I’m sure,” I said truthfully. There was no way in hell that Flynn would be anything other than excited for her. For us, as a polyamorous group, to be welcoming a child was a declaration of our love. I left Bre to turn the stove off, rescuing the bacon from a charred, crunchy death.
I didn’t want to take advantage of her emotional state, so I kept my hands to myself. She could only stomach a little bit of the eggs before she leapt off her seat and ran to the bathroom. I heard retching, and I felt bad for her.
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked, standing outside in the hall.
“No.”
I walked back to the kitchen, pushing the rest of the breakfast into the trash. That hadn’t worked out well. I would have to remember to stock bland foods like saltines and apple sauce. I didn’t want our lovely Bre to feel sick every time she came over here.
Finally, she joined me in the living room, her face a little flushed. She sat down beside me and fell into my arms. I held her tightly, whispering comforting things. Soon she was breathing normally, and her spark returned.
At that precise time, the elevator doors opened, and both Dex and Flynn arrived. Bre and I got to our feet, still dressed in our pajamas. The other two were dressed for work, Dex in his scrubs and Flynn in a three-piece suit.
“Is everything okay?” Flynn demanded, going straight for Bre. “This asshole wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“Careful now,” I warned. “Let’s not call each other names.”
“Sorry,” Flynn said.
He pulled Bre into his arms, kissing her softly. She threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he were a life raft. I knew he was important to her, but I knew that I was equally important. She was worried about his reaction to her news, nothing more.
We all sat down, the four of us on the couches. Dex and I were excited to see how Flynn would react, but Bre was nervous. I fought the urge to reach out for her hand. She had to do this on her own.
“I haven’t been feeling well recently,” she began.
Flynn checked with the other people in the room, namely me. I smiled and nodded, letting him know that the story had a happy ending. He looked back to Bre, finally guessing what was happening.
“Are you pregnant?” Flynn asked.
Bre caught her breath, reaching for his hands. He broke away from the tentative affection, throwing his arms around her and bringing her in for a passionate kiss. I sat back, realizing that Bre was out of bounds for a moment.
Winking at Dex, I stood up to grab some celebratory drinks.
“There’s Gatorade,” Dex said, knowing where my head was at.