Page 135 of Accidental Theirs

“Whatever you want, princess,” Damien teases, and it sends a shock of pleasure through my body.

“We’re going to take care of you and the baby, no matter what,” Sebastian assures me, sliding his hands down my bare arms.

He’s up close and personal and doesn’t seem to notice how Dominic is nearly growling at him, but I do, so I take a step back.

“You three should probably go.”

“Go? We just got here.” Sebastian takes another step forward, but Damien grabs his shoulder.

“The lady asked us to go.”

I smile at him gratefully, and Dominic, who had his arm around my waist the whole time, reluctantly pulls away.

They each leave, and I give a little wave, letting out a long breath before pulling out my phone and calling my best friends.

It’s after midnight, but they won’t care. They’re used to my dramatics, and it’s only gotten worse since I’ve gotten pregnant.

I start sniffling as soon as Roland answers the phone, and I’m grateful that he and Marie live close to each other.

“Oh, honey, we’ll be there soon.”

They arrive with snacks and chocolate, and I burst into tears as soon as they walk in the door. They envelop me in a group hug.

“What’s going on? Which of those brutes hurt your feelings?” Roland demands.

“None of them.” I pause. “All of them.”

“Tell us exactly what happened.” Marie leads me to the couch while Roland pours me a big glass of ice water and hands me the chocolates.

I pop one into my mouth and drink the water gratefully. I feel dehydrated because I cry all the time, anyway. Stupid hormones.

I explaineverything, including my sweet moments with Sebastian and my jealousy of Rosalind and Damien.

“You’re really jealous?” Marie asks incredulously.

I pout. “I can’t help it. I don’t want him with anyone else. Any of them.”

“But you want all of them?”

I sigh. “I told you; it’s complicated.”

“That’s an understatement,” Roland pipes up.

“But that doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t valid,” Marie says quickly.

I give her a grateful smile. “Thank you for humoring my crazy.”

“Listen, I still think the harem idea is a good one?—”

Roland nearly snorts wine out of his nose at that, and we laugh until my stomach hurts.

I feel a lot better by the time I go to sleep, but my subconscious is a different story.

Damien sits in a chair, almost like a throne, shirtless, his bare back against the steel throne.

“Your majesty.” I kneel down before him, and then Sebastian is at my side, cupping my chin the way he always does and forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Is he?”