Chapter Seven
Leah felt the blush creep into her cheeks at Chase’s words. The thought of him spanking her made her hotter than hell. Her stomach rumbled, and her blush deepened.
“I think we’re on food duty. You’ll stay here, and we’ll fix you some breakfast.” Mitch kissed her cheek and turned to leave. Chase did the same. She grabbed the remote flicking through the channels. None of the programs registered in her mind. She was too busy thinking about the life growing inside her.
She rubbed her stomach wondering if it was a boy or a girl. There were so many decisions to make. Staring at the cartoons she’d left on, she heard her two men making noise around the kitchen. They were in love with her. They had even fought over her. It was too surreal to contemplate.
Her biggest fear was her parents. Not just her parents, but Chase’s and Mitch’s parents as well. She lay back against the couch feeling her head thicken as thoughts ran riot through her mind.
Chase came back carrying a cup of fresh orange juice while Mitch handed her a tray of poached eggs and toast. Tears welled in her eyes at their thoughtfulness.
“You didn’t have to do this for me,” she said.
“I want to.” They both responded in unison.
She picked up her knife and fork, tasting their food. She knew Mitch must have cooked because Chase was not the best cook. He tried but lacked in every culinary department.
“We’ll have to get it confirmed by the doctor,” she said.
“Chase and I were just talking, and we think we should get our parents to meet in one place and all three of us break the news together.”
She stared at Mitch as he talked. His blue eyes looked animated as he spoke.
“What are we going to do about the future?” she asked. The baby was a good thing, but they hadn’t considered a future other than them all staying together.
Chase caught her face and turned her to look at him. Without another word, he slammed his lips down on hers. This was not a friendly kiss but a consuming one. He plunged his tongue between her lips, stroking her. The touch sparked off a memory inside her mind. She saw him grabbing her face and pulling her close. The image felt so real, and the feelings it evoked made her wonder if the kiss had taken place that Friday. “That’s the future,” he said, breaking apart from her.
“And this.” Mitch took her chin in his hand, pulling her closer. He kissed her lips, slowly. His tongue ran over her bottom lip before slipping inside her mouth. She whimpered when he pulled away.
“You’re happy to share me?” she asked. “Because I refuse to pick between you.”
“I never expected you to pick, baby. I’m good to share. I look forward to watching you come apart under Mitch again.”
She heard the again, and she couldn’t stop the thoughts of that Friday. What had they done?
“That is something you’re going to have to remember, darling,” Mitch said, stroking her nose.
“How did you know what I was thinking about?”
“Your eyes are expressive. You’ll remember when you’re ready.” He gave her a wink. “Finish your breakfast. I’m going to call my folks.”
Chase leaned back as she finished her breakfast. Her stomach wasn’t messing with her today, and she was able to eat everything on the plate and finish her orange juice.
“Did you enjoy that?” Chase asked, smiling.
“It was delicious.” She rubbed her stomach enjoying the peace that had washed over her.
He tapped her knee taking her tray from her.
Licking her lips, she watched him walk away. Leah got up off her butt, stretched her arms above her head, and walked back toward the bathroom. The used pregnancy tests were in the sink. She grabbed the trash can and began putting them inside. Each one mocked her with their result. She’d collapsed in a heap on the floor after the third positive test. Her fear of their reaction had stopped her going outside.
She threw all of them into the trash can then proceeded to clean up the mess. When the bathroom was clean, she removed her clothes and climbed into the shower.
Warming up the water first, she stepped under the jet a few minutes later. The warm water felt like heaven against her aching muscles. The poached eggs on toast were the first bit of food she’d been able to keep down in the last couple of weeks. She closed her eyes relishing the feel of the water around her.
“Are you okay, baby?” Chase asked. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. Opening her eyes, she stared into his brown ones. The urge to cover her body swept over her. She raised her arms to cover herself.
He shook his head and grabbed her arms placing them by her side.