Page 48 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Forty-Four

OLIVIA

I wake up with Dominic wrapped around me like an octopus, and I’m disoriented. I remember last night in a rush and slowly extract myself from his arms.

He grumbles but rolls over and goes back to sleep. He’s always been a heavy sleeper, thank God.

I don’t think I can face him right now.

Because I’m in a dilemma.

I love Dominic. I do. I’m deeply in love with him, and I guess last night means I chose him.

But is that what I want? I keep thinking about Damien, how he’d saved Dominic’s life, about Sebastian, who’d comforted me so sweetly when I first found out I was pregnant.

Is it possible? Is it even feasible to love them all?

It doesn’t matter, because I do. I’m in love with all three of them, and I have no idea how to navigate this situation.

Dominic will never agree to sharing me. Will he?

As if he heard me thinking about him, Dominic pads into the kitchen, wearing just his boxer briefs. His hair is messy, his shoulders broad and covered with scratches from me .

I flush just looking at him.

Why do I want him so much? Him, Sebastian, and Damien. Every time they’re around I feel like I’m in heat.

“We need to talk.”

He blinks sleepily. “If this is about last night?—”

“Of course, it's about last night. You told me you loved me.”

He smiles. “Because I do love you, Liv.”

He cups my face and kisses me and then taps me lightly on the butt before heading past me to the coffee maker.

“Th-that’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? What about Sebastian? Damien?”

“You should talk to them.”

His voice is low and calm, but it makes me suspicious nonetheless.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you need to talk to them. Individually. It’s Saturday, so they’re off work.”

I’m losing my mind.

“You’re... pushing me to go and see them? Who are you, and what have you done with Dominic?”

He laughs out loud, throwing his head back. He looks loose in a way that I haven’t seen in... well, years.

“Just talk to them, honey. It’ll work itself out.” He kisses the top of my head and heads to my living room with his coffee.

“Okay...” I say slowly and then grab my keys, frowning.

Normally, I’d call Marie or Roland, try to get some clarity. But clearly, I can’t do that anymore.

My two friends have betrayed me, and I have to admit I’m feeling a bit raw about it.

I could go to Damien’s or Sebastian’s, but in the end, I find myself at my father’s mansion .

The guard buzzes me in right away, and my father meets me on the porch, frowning.

“Olivia? You never show up without a text, are you okay?”

I throw myself into my father’s arms, and he stumbles backward before holding me tight.

Tears flow down my face, and I can’t seem to stop them.

Still holding me, he murmurs comforts in my ear until I finally pull away, wiping my face.

“Olivia. Kiddo. What’s wrong?”

“A lot. I’m afraid to tell you.”

“Well, you’re not pregnant, are you?”

I freeze.

It’s something my father has asked me often, especially when I was a teenager and said I did something bad.

“Oh, Livvie.”

Tears spurt from my eyes again at the childhood nickname.

“Daddy,” I sob, and he takes me into his arms again.

“It's okay. We’ll take care of it, kiddo. Whatever you want to do.”

“I'm keeping it.” I pull away again, lifting my shirt to show him my tummy. “I’m almost five months along.”

He blinks, surprised, and then slowly touches my stomach, tears in his eyes.

“My baby is pregnant.” His voice is hushed, almost awed. “I’m going to be a grandpa.”

“You are.” I try not to sob. “Are you disappointed in me, Daddy?”

He frowns. “How could you ever think that? I know you, Olivia. You have a good head on your shoulders. You always have. I’m not worried about you.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Other than the fact that you work too hard. You got that from me.” He kisses the top of my head .

“So, you’re not mad at me?”

He chuckles. “This isn’t the nineteenth century, kiddo. You’re not a fallen woman.”

“Sometimes it feels like it.”

“Come inside. We’ll talk over tea.”

Just like we used to.

When I was growing up and having trouble, my father would make me a pot of peppermint tea and let me stay home from school.

My heart swells with love for him as he leads me into the kitchen.

The kettle heats up, and we sit at the table.

“Now. Do I need to kill the father or is he sticking around?”

I bite my lip.

I’m not ready to tell him about Sebastian, but maybe I could tell him about the rest, so I do. “And now, I don’t know.”

My father barks out a surprised laugh.

I pout. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I don’t mean to, kiddo. It’s just... I’m surprised. You’ve always been so responsible.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I got tired of being responsible.”

He hums. “That’s fair enough, baby. How are they taking it?”

“Pretty well, now, actually.” As I say it, I realize it’s the truth.

Even Dominic has been trying really hard.

“Good. Wouldn’t want to have to commit murder.”

You still might .

When he finds out Sebastian might be the father... Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach, and I have to run to throw up as my father pours the tea .

He rubs my back when I come back after brushing my teeth with the spare toothbrush.

“You okay?”

“Just morning sickness.”

And stress.

The doctor said stress wasn’t good for the baby.

Should I be worried?

There’s too much to think about.

“So, what do you think? Who do you want the father to be?”

I don’t think about it. I just answer. “All of them. They’re all really good guys. They’d be excellent fathers.”

“What about polyamory or whatever the kids call it these days?”

I blink at him. “You know about polyamory?”

“I'm not that old.”

I laugh. “I don’t know about all of that. I guess I just need to talk to them.”

He pours my tea and pats my shoulder. “That’s a good start.”

“You’re taking this so much better than I expected.” I stare at him, shocked.

“I guess when you get old enough, you roll with the punches. Besides, I always wanted grandkids.”

“You’ve always been so protective.”

“And I still am.” He sips his tea. “But I know that you know what you’re doing.”

“I’m glad somebody does,” I mutter, looking down into my cup.

“I have faith in you, Livvie. I know that you’ll make the right choice.”

Make the right choice.

What if I don’t want to make a choice at all? What if I want.. .

God, what do I want?

“I guess I just need to think.”

My father suddenly stands up and heads to the back room, returning with a set of house keys. “Go to the cabin. Spend a couple of days. Hell, a week, if you want.”

We own a cabin about two hours away in the mountains. It’s a lovely place, and isolated. There’s no reception, so you can’t even use a cell phone.

“Oh, Dad, that’s such a good idea.” I take them from him gratefully and lean over to kiss his cheek.

The rest of tea goes by quickly, and I head out, giving my father a big hug before I do.

I send a text in the group chat: Need a few days away. I’ll be back, don’t worry.

My phone dings with notifications of them replying, but I ignore it, turning my phone completely off.

With no friends, three baby daddies, and a baby in my belly, I need some time to myself. My father was right.

I pack a small bag, glad that Dominic has left, and head to the cabin.

The sunshine streams over the lovely, three-bedroom house, illuminating the windows.

It’s beautiful here, and if I can’t figure out my life here, I may not be able to do it at all.

I spend two days at the cabin, just reading and lazing around in bed. I think about Dominic. I think about how he left me broken and sobbing. I think about whether or not I can forgive him.

I think about Damien. How desperately he wants this baby, wants a family.

I think about Sebastian. How much he loved Sophie. How afraid he is of opening his heart.

It takes forty-eight hours and a lot of crying before I come to a decision. I just don’t know how I’m going to tell them.

Because the thing is, I have to walk away. There’s no way I can continue like this. I’ll want them all, no matter what happens, so I have to take this baby and leave town. It’s the only way to make them all happy.

When I turn my phone back on I have several calls and a tearful voicemail from Dominic. He thinks I’ve rejected him, and I feel terrible.

I’ll have to talk to him, but first, I’m going to do what he suggested. I need some alone time with Damien and Sebastian.

The road back from the cabin is closer to Damien’s place, and that’s the only reason I head there first.

I take a shaking breath as I ring his doorbell.