Page 104 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

The more selfish I feel.

Especially since all three of my men have been quietly supportive. Caring. Loving. No pressure.

But when I examine them, they all seem happy with the idea.

I can’t take it away from them.

I shake myself from the cycle and rub a waxy leaf between my finger and thumb, letting the earthy scent seep in.

Grant slips in beside me, nuzzling my shoulder as his arm wraps around my waist. He lifts a brand-new journal out in front of me.

“I thought you could start a new one.”

I laugh as I take it from his grasp. “Mmm, I still like my old one though. Especially since you guys like to read and enact my fantasies.”

His soft laugh sifts through my hair, and he plants a kiss at my temple. “Believe me, we like the old one, too. You naughty girl.”

The squeezes he gives me has me growing warm, but he doesn’t pursue it, leaving me to my thoughts once more.

It’s been like this all week.

Trent appears a short time later as I crouch by some particularly beautiful white flowers. When I stand, his hands brace my elbows, tugging me close.

He’s hot, all his muscle soft when I lean into him. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Tired but fine.” I tip my head back to look up at him and the small smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth.

“Good. I’ve got something for you.”

Another present? Are they buttering me up?

“Is it in your pants?”

I love how his pupils blow wide when I mention sex.

“It is, but it’s not what you think it is.”

I grin up at him, and he pushes my hair back from my face. Then, his hand digs in his pocket, and he pulls out a lanyard with two cards hanging from it.

It’s a new security badge and keycard.

“It’s our way of saying you’re one of us now. Afterall, you get to be a part of rebuilding the firm.”

I take them and press them against my chest. “Really?”

His big hand cups my cheek. “Really. We couldn’t do this without you.”

Trent lingers for another minute before he leaves me to ponder what our life is going to look like based off the decision I make.

Not too much longer until my third visitor materializes behind me as I look out of the big windows to the city outside. His hand slides low over my stomach, cradling where our baby will eventually grow.

It breaks my final reservation.

My hand rests over his, and he whispers in my ear. “I want a baby girl.”

“Of course you do. We’re the best.”

Oliver cuddles me for another few moments. We don’t need words.

I’ll tell them all my decision to keep the baby at dinner.

When I’m left to my own devices again, I finally crack open the journal Grant gave me and start a new entry.

Dear Dad,

I think what I have to tell you is going to make you proud…