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Chapter Twenty-Two

Jolie

“Oh God, don’t stop,” I moan as Boston’s tongue runs over my clit and his fingers rub against my G-spot. My eyes roll in the back of my head and my legs trap him between them, but he uses his arm to hold them open.

My orgasm slams into me unexpectedly and has my whole body trembling. Boston pops his head up and smiles, wiping his mouth with his hand.

There is a doctor’s appointment booked this morning, as I’ve made it to thirty weeks with no hiccups beyond being massive. I forget what my own vagina looks like, but maybe that’s a good thing because the last time I tried to look, it was a mess. Chester has continued to shave me, which is a plus at times like this when I need a little pick me up before I get out of bed. I now don’t have to worry that they will get lost in the massive bush I had going on.

“Are you two done?” Kai asks, wiping the sleep from his eyes. We all moved back into the main house and are adjusting to the new sleeping situation. The massive bed means that set nights with each guy have gone out the window, and now I always have one on each side of me.

Sex has been super interesting, to say the least. Most of them are not shy and will eagerly put the moves on. Though Trace and Brennan still prefer one on one, which is fine.

“Fuck off and sleep in the other room if you want to sleep in,” Boston barks.

“I happen to enjoy waking up to the sound of an orgasm—it makes me hard as a rock. Wanna feel it?” Kai teases, grabbing Boston’s hand and moving it towards his crotch, earning him a sack whack. Kai cackles like a hyena, and Boston scowls.

“Get your lazy ass up, dickhead. We have a doctor’s appointment this morning.” Boston crawls out of bed and comes around to my side, helping me sit up.

Creed walks into the room and smiles. “Good morning, Tenshi. I have it on good authority that Brennan is on a call with his mother. If you get in the shower now, you will have time before he comes up here and rushes us out of the house. And when you’re done, I will massage some cream into your stomach.”

“Thank you,” I say, taking his hands, and he pulls me to my feet.

“Does that mean I can sleep longer?” Kai asks, his voice slightly high pitched and whiney.

“Nope,” Boston says, picking up a pillow and belting him with it a few times before running into the bathroom. Kai kicks the blanket off and groans.

“I don’t know what you see in that guy,” he complains.

“My amazing personality and good looks,” Boston yells from the bathroom.

I pull my crop top up over my head, and Creed whistles low as he takes me in, his face lighting up.

“I think you need to stay like this forever.”

“Like what? Fat and swollen?” I joke.

“No, growing my child. I never thought it would be something I wanted.”

“Wait until you’re changing nappies and cleaning puke,” Kai says, now sitting up, his hair sticking up in wild angles.

“I cut dead people open every day. Baby shit and vomit don’t scare me.”

Okay, I’m out. Those are the last things I want to think about, let alone talk about. I move past Creed and into the en suite where Boston is already in the shower. I step inside, and on instinct, he takes my arm to make sure I’m stable. Showering with one of them is second nature. There are no more fun times, though. I’m way too big to safely manage anything, and Chester would have an aneurysm if I even tried. Instead of blow jobs and sex, it’s now turned into them washing me, and I can’t say I really mind. I step under the water and rinse myself off, and when I step back, Boston already has shampoo in his hand to lather it in my hair. There is something extremely intimate about someone washing you, and it’s something all my guys do.

“We’re moving in on Ziyon next week,” Boston says, rinsing the last of the bubbles from my body.

“Is there a reason you have waited so long?”

“We’ve been afraid to do anything that would put you or the babies in jeopardy. If anything should happen to us, you would feel it. We wanted to make sure we knew his movements and routines. He has finally stopped moving around so much, so he must either be growing complacent or he is ready to carry out whatever plan he has.”

“I understand, but the sooner you bring him in, the better. You can question him and try to find out what he is up to.”

“You’re still so sweet.” He laughs. “They won’t be any bringing him in.”

“What about Melinda?” I ask, my worry for her sitting at the forefront. There is no point arguing about Ziyon—if they have made up their minds, they will do it anyway.

“We plan to extract her from the situation, but be warned, she will have to go through an interrogation process. She has been with Ziyon for so long that her loyalty will most likely be with him. We can’t take any risks where you and the babies are concerned.”

“Times up, Brennan is on his way up,” Creed says, popping his head into the en suite.

Boston turns off the water, and he steps out, pulling a towel from the rack and holding it open for me. He enfolds me in the fluffy material before grabbing another one and wrapping it around his waist.

We exit the bathroom and Brennan is already in the room. He’s dressed more like my Brennan today, in a form-fitting pair of jeans that make his ass look fantastic, and a button-up shirt that is folded up to his elbows. Boston walks past his brother and leaves the room to go to the closet, while Creed pats the bed for me to lie down.

“We have to leave shortly. Has anyone seen Kai? He needs to be ready.”

“Check in the closet. He was told to get dressed about five minutes ago and is probably taking a nap in there,” Creed says as I lay on the bed. As I open the towel, both men go silent. I look over at Brennan, and he bites his lip, blinking a few times.

Creed squirts the cold cream on my stomach, making me jump. The second his hands touch my skin, the babies start to move.

Brennan comes to the side of the bed, sitting beside Creed, and they both place their hands on my stomach as the twins kick away.

“Who is going to make us late now,” I joke, and Brennan smirks at me.

“What can I say? I’ll make an exception for my children.”

“Come on, fuckers. You all keep saying I will make us late... oh, naked Jolie—now I see what the problem is.”

I roll my eyes at Kai’s get-up—I can’t even with him and his dress sense. At least his shirt and pants match today, but those crocs need to vanish as soon as possible. I’m surprised Boston even allowed them in the same room as his shoe collection.

Boston strides back into the room and lays an outfit down on the bed for me. “Is that okay?” he asks.

“Perfect,” I reply, smiling up at him.

Brennan and Creed stand up, and Brennan offers me a hand. Kai grabs my underwear and squats down in front of me while I stabilise myself against Brennan’s chest.

“You know I can dress myself, right?” I say.

“I know, but I like to help you. It makes me feel useful,” Kai says, looking up at me.

“At least you’re good at something,” Boston throws at him, snickering under his breath.

Kai flips him off as he stands, and Creed hands him my dress. He pulls it over my head, and I’ve got to say, the dress is perfect for this weather when paired with some leggings and a cute pair of boots. Boston definitely has good taste in clothes.

Once Kai finishes dressing me, we all head downstairs to where the other guys are all waiting.

Brennan walks back into the doctor’s office after taking the call in the hallway. He is calm, but I see the way Davis looks at him. If Davis is worried, then he knows Brennan is trying to hide something.

“Doctor, can we have a minute, please?” I ask, not taking my eyes off Brennan. He nods and leaves the room. “Spill.”

Brennan looks around the room, unsure.

“We had a slight hiccup in our plan,” Brennan says.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Marlow adds, trying to reassure me.

“Someone better elaborate.”

I look at them all, but no one says anything. Laughn finally steps forward and takes my hand. “We can’t find Melinda.”

“What do you mean, you can’t find her?” I whisper-yell. “Why isn’t she with Ziyon?”

“I have been reviewing all the footage we have with Trace, and we can’t see where she even leaves the building.”

“So she is still in the building,” I state.

“She isn’t, baby. We had Paul search it—twice. Ziyon has moved her, and we are deciding if we should move in on him and hope he tells us where she is, or if we give it some more time,” Laughn says, unable to look me in the eyes because he knows he will see nothing but my fury there.

“You bloody give it more time! I have lost enough over the years, and I’m not losing her too. You find her first. Do you understand me?”

“I promise,” Marlow says, moving in closer. “I will find her, no matter what it takes. There has to be something we have missed.”

“How long?”

“How long, what, Wildflower?” Case asks.

“How long have you known she was missing?”

“We don’t actually kn?—”

“Don’t even try that shit with me, Davis. You don’t think I can read you as well as you can read me? How long?”

“Since early this morning,” Davis says with a sigh.

I turn my head to glare at Boston. He kept me busy all morning, probably trying to hide all the commotion around this problem. The only one who was most likely oblivious was Kai.

“Get the doctor back in here so we can finish this appointment, and then we don’t stop until I know where she is.”

Brennan steps back out into the hallway, and the doctor comes back in. Luckily, we were almost finished.

The babies are growing well, more than well actually. This visit, they checked my urine for protein, did my blood pressure, and listened to their heartbeats. They also told me Zadom is in the right position for birth, but our baby girl is isn’t yet. The doctor isn’t worried because most babies get into position after 32 weeks and I will have more check-ups over the coming weeks.

We are also asked if we had a birth plan, and thanks to Brennan’s birthing classes, we have something that resembles a plan. A vaginal birth, if possible, even with all the protesting from Chester. And drugs—lots of drugs, as per my request. Even if Chester doesn’t agree, he wouldn’t withhold pain medication from me, and I highly doubt he will cope seeing me in extreme pain.