Page 32 of Hold 'Em Tight

“I know,” I grumble. “Trevor has been telling me the same thing.”

“So he knows?” Her brows jump.

“Yeah.” I grimace. “He kind of found the test I thought I hid.”

“How does he feel about it?”

I smile. “He’s happy.” Trevor has been amazing. And that only makes me more guilty because I feel like I’m taking that away from the others too.

Fuck, this is all so messed up.

Why do I have to be pregnant now? Why couldn’t it have happened at a better time?

A baby is the last thing I need right now when my life is falling apart, and so is everyone in it.

God, that's a messed up thing to think.

“Are you going to tell your father?” She smiles, her brow raised.

“About what, the baby?” My brows furrow.

“Yes.” She laughs.

The first night we got here, I had to sit down and talk to my mom about the fact I'm dating my stepbrother, and have added him to my little harem.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that there was not an ounce of judgment from her. She’s just amazing like that. My mom has always done what she thought was best for me. Even if those choices have hurt me, they were never done intentionally. She loves me and just wants me to be happy.

“Ah, yeah. I guess I’m going to have to at some point.” I shrug. “Things between us are still weird, you know? I don’t know how to build a relationship with him. He went from finding out he has a daughter, to finding out his stepson is dating her. Then he finds out she has more than one lover. Now, I’m going to add in being knocked up by one of them? Yeah, that’s a fun conversation I want to have with my new dad.”

“He’s not as bad as you make him out to be.”

My brows jump. “Yeah? Then why did you keep him from me my whole life?”

Her face flashes with hurt, and I instantly feel like shit. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“No, I'm sorry.” I groan, scrubbing my face with my hands. “I’m just in a really shitty mood. I’m tired, hot, my boobs hurt, I’m hungry, and all I want to do is eat, vomit, or piss.”

That has my mom laughing. “Oh, love, it’s only going to get worse.”

I peek at her through my hands. “Well, isn’t that just fan-fucking-tastic,” I mutter. “Can’t wait.”

Her grin widens. “It’s not always going to be easy, but just think, at the end, you're going to have a tiny little human who is half you and half their daddy’s. Someone who's going to love you unconditionally. They won’t care about your past, just that they love you.”

And now I’m crying again.

“I don’t know what's wrong with me,” I sob into her shoulder.

“Hormones.” She laughs. “Another thing to get used to.” That only makes me cry harder.

Mom brings me into my old room, and sits me on the bed. She tucks me in and tells me to take a nap, and she will make me something to eat when I wake up. She also takes my phone and says she will let the guys know where I am.

I want to protest, but exhaustion hits me the moment my head lays on the pillow. My heavy lids close and I start to drift off to sleep.

The last thought in my mind before I’m out cold is that I need to tell the guys before we leave to go back to school. But for now, I want to enjoy this little bubble we’ve put ourselves in for just a bit longer, before life fucks us over, yet again.

Maybe that makes me a coward, but it’s hard to care when you're so heavily in denial.

CHAPTER TEN