Page 22 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)

Chapter twenty-two

Alex

Olivia

running

through

the

house as soon as she got home was weird.

I thought maybe she had to poop or something.

You never know, but she was in the bathroom for a long time.

When I went to check on her, I heard her breathing heavily, and it sounded like she was crying.

I don't want to interrupt whatever is going on, but I also don't need her hurting herself.

I know she has been through a lot, and I refuse to lose her by her own hands if it becomes too much for her to deal with on her own. When I hear her voice through the door, my heart relaxes just a smidge.

I go back to the kitchen to finish making the salad to go with dinner. Rachel is on the couch with her face in a book, like usual. Getting that woman to put a book down has become a task in itself.

The footsteps coming down the stairs stop my thoughts, and I turn. I see a very pale Olivia, with red eyes and tear streaks down her face. My heart drops to my stomach, and next thing I know, I am running up to her, wrapping her in a hug.

"What’s wrong, Azúcar?" She buries her face into my arm and shakes her head.

Well, that's not going to work. I am not taking a head shake as an answer. I put my finger under her chin and lift her head so I can look her in the eyes.

"What's going on, Azúcar? No secrets." She wipes at her eyes and nods. Then the tears start to fall again.

"I'm pregnant," she whispers against my chest.

My whole world stops. I think I stop breathing, and I stand there, holding Olivia like a lifeline.

"You are?" My voice comes out in a squeak. She doesn’t seem to notice and just nods in response.

I see Rachel put her book down and walk over to join us. She grabs Olivia from behind and scoots in close.

"We got you, baby girl." Kissing the top of Olivia’s head.

Olivia hiccups and looks up at me. "You aren't mad?"

"Why would I be mad, Azúcar? You are pregnant, that is nothing to be mad about." I mean that with every fiber of my being.

"But.." I cut her off with a kiss.

"No buts. You are pregnant. That's all that it is."

"But what if it's Tony's or your Grandfather’s? They used me while I was with them." Her voice is so shaky, her words are barely coherent. “You don’t want me… want me to get rid of it?” She is sobbing again into my shirt.

I lift her face to look at me. “ Of course not, baby, I would never ask you to do that. That is your choice completely.” I wrap her in a hug, trying to keep her from breaking.

“And baby, what happened with Tony and my grandfather was not by your choice.

Tony is dead, my Grandfather is nowhere to be found, and when he is found, he is going to be dead also.

So as far as I am concerned, it's our baby.

" She uses her arm to wipe the tears out of her eyes and looks at me with so much love.

"It's all of our baby," Rachel says.

Olivia and I both look at her in shock.

"What? Am I not allowed to be a mommy also?" She looks at us deadpan.

Olivia looks over her shoulder and kisses Rachel. "You will always be my children's mommy."

I pull my arms out from around Olivia and wrap them around both of my girls. This is an exciting moment. I can't wait to see where this next adventure takes us.

One thing I know for sure is that these women are about to be my wives, though.

When everything calmed down, we finally got around to eating dinner. I had to warm it up because it was cold now. Then fall into bed, all of us emotionally exhausted from the day. The girls are passed out next to me, and my mind is racing, keeping me wide awake.

I wonder what the laws are in California about being married to two women? I wonder if, legally, I can only marry one. Will someone do a ceremony for the three of us? I won't marry just one.

I pull out my phone and text the only person I know who will be willing to marry me to my woman.

Me: Hey, can you be my wedding officiant?

Xander: dude, you are seriously fucking texting me this at 2 am?

Me: Yes, I can't sleep. I need to marry these girls right now.

Xander: Yeah, I can. But talk to me about it when I am actually awake.

Me: Cool, thanks, bro.

Well, that's taken care of. Now to find the rings and ask them.

I finally fall asleep at around four in the fucking morning. My alarm starts to blare in my ear at six for work. Ugh, today is going to be a long day.

I get up out of bed and put on my uniform, grab my boots, and head downstairs. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Olivia is already awake, sitting at the table, drinking some Orange Juice and eating some toast.

I walk up behind her and kiss her on her head.

"How did you sleep, Azúcar?"

"I slept really good. I swear, I was more tired than I have ever been in my life," She yawns.

"It's probably the pregnancy, babe. Make sure you get an appointment for the baby and let me know so I can get work off."

"Yeah! Me too." Rachel yawns from behind me, wrapping me in a hug.

"You guys want to come with me to the doctors?" The look of pure shock is adorable on her face.

"Yes, Azúcar, we are the other parents to that little Tesoro also. We will be with you every step of the way."

Rachel nods and tries to wrap us in a hug with her little arms. I back up out of the middle of the sandwich and wrap both girls in a hug. When I look at Olivia, I see tears in her eyes.

"Is someone making coffee?" Olivia's eyes get big with concern.

"Yeah, I started a cup, why?" Rachel shrugs. Olivia gets up and runs to the bedroom, holding her hand over her mouth.

"Ohhh, got it. Coffee makes her sick. Noted. I'll just have to buy coffee on the way to work from now on." Rachel giggles.

I shake my head at her and walk up the stairs to the bedroom, knocking on the bathroom door. "You okay in there?" I ask as I hear Olivia vomiting.

"Go away, Alex, you aren't going to see me like this." Little does she know that I will be here through it all.

I try to open the door, and it's locked. That just won't do. I go to the side of my bed and open my nightstand, grabbing my lock-picking kit that I always keep handy, just in case of emergencies.

I kneel by the door and open the compact kit. With steady fingers, I insert the tension wrench and pick, coaxing the lock with the delicate precision that I unfortunately learned from my grandfather. I hear the pins click softly into place, and open the door.

"ALEX! GET OUT!" Olivia yells with her face in the toilet. When she turns, I see her face is more pale than usual, and as soon as I get a glimpse of her eyes, she turns and starts puking again.

"Not happening in this lifetime. You are carrying my baby, you are sick because of my baby, and I refuse to let you go through this alone." I squat down next to her and start to rub her back, trying to comfort her.

"It might not be yours, Alex." Her eyes were full of tears again.

"Olivia Renee O'Connor, look at me. That baby is mine; I don't care whose sperm it took to conceive this baby. I will raise this baby as a García. I don't care what you say. This is my baby." I place a hand on her stomach and kiss her head.