“Okay, so how does this work?” I asked them. “If I’m pregnant, one of you is the father. How do you we do this?”
“You have the baby,” Luca said, which was obvious.
I turned on his lap so I could look at him. “But what if the baby is Damian’s? Am I supposed to have his child and marry you? Don’t you need an heir to satisfy The Founders Society deal?”
“The marriage is the first step,” Luca told me. “They expect it will take time for us to produce an heir.”
I looked at my guys. “Are all of you okay with pretending the baby is Luca’s?”
Marcello nodded. “Optics are important in our world. You will be Luca’s wife. The media would tear you apart if the baby isn’t his.”
“I still haven’t accepted his proposal.”
Luca kissed my neck, his tongue branding my hot flesh. “You will.”
“None of you care, one way or the other?”
Bastian shook his head. “Nope.”
Marcello nodded in agreement.
“I wouldn’t be a good father, anyway,” Damian said in a hushed tone. “You’re better off with one of my brothers being your baby daddy.”
I reached out for him, and he hesitantly slipped his fingers between mine. “Damian, you could be the father of my child. If you are, I want you to be part of his or her life.”
“I’ll be here.” He shifted his stance, his movements strange, as if he were nervous. “But I won’t be good at it.”
“Stop talking like that. You always put yourself down whenever it comes to normal life stuff. You’re capable of so much more than you realize.”
“The child would grow to hate me.”
I shook my head and squeezed his fingers. “Not true. You made me love you.”
His green eyes widened, lips parted in surprise.
Bastian gasped.
“I love you, Damian.” I slid off Luca’s lap and inched my hands up Damian’s chest, slowly making my way to his neck. “I still love you, even after you tried to kill me, you crazy ass motherfucker.”
He laughed, and then his hands were on my ass, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his back and kissed him before he could change his mind. His back hit the wall as his tongue swept into my mouth. After drinking my blood, I assumed nothing bothered him. Like the fact I could taste the vomit on my tongue long after our lips separated.
“I don’t expect you to say it back,” I said, out of breath from our kiss. “In your own way, I know you care about me.”
“I do.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “You’re my obsession, Pet.”
I smiled. “That’s good enough for me… for now.”
His eyebrows rose. “For now?”
“You can love, Damian. Look at your relationship with Bash. Whether you realize it, you love him.”
He bit the inside of his cheek, unable to meet my gaze. Our conversion ended with him setting me on the ground. And then Marcello stole me from his arms.
He snaked one arm around me and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I hope it’s mine.”
“We don’t even know if she’s pregnant,” Luca said in a harsh tone. “All of you are getting way ahead of yourselves.”
“The timeline makes sense,” Marcello told his brother. “I know everything about Alex. It’s my job to know every detail about her life.”