Page 50 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Sienna

I wake curled around the new body pillow Tucker gave me—the first one wasn’t salvageable after the fire.

I stretch, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I’ve been asleep for a couple of hours, even if it only felt like ten minutes.

After the baby shower and the emotional surprise from the guys, I almost fell asleep leaning against Warren in the nursery. They brought me up to my room so I could take a nap.

I can hear their mumbled voices and soft footsteps moving up and down the stairs.

Stretching my arms above my head, I walk out of my room.

“Oh, hey,” Tucker says. “Do you feel better?”

I nod. “I’m still tired, but at least I’m not going to face plant into the floor now.”

His grin makes me smile. He reaches over, grabbing my hand. “Come on. We almost have everything set up.”

“What’s set up?” I ask as he pulls me toward the stairs.

“You’ll see,” he says over his shoulder.

The mess from earlier has been cleared from the living room. Now it looks like a makeshift spa.

A calming lavender scent comes from the diffuser they have set up on the coffee table. Several small bouquets of wildflowers sit in mason jars around the room. The coffee table is covered with different lotions, oils, masks, and scrubs.

I turn to look at Tucker, finding the other two guys standing at his side now. “You guys did this for me?” I ask.

They all nod.

Fuck. Can I go an hour without crying?

“Thank you,” I whisper. “This is so sweet.”

“Go sit on the couch. We’ll be there in just a minute,” Grayson says.

I take a seat I the middle of the couch, resting my head back against the cushion. I close my eyes, listening to their banter and laughter in the kitchen.

I love what I have with each of them, but none of this would work if they didn’t have their own bond with each other.

Someone kisses my temple. When his beard scratches against my skin, I know it’s Warren.

My eyes slowly open, staring up at him. His finger trails down my cheek.

“I love you,” he says. His eyes never leave mine. The intensity of his stare never wavers.

“I love you ,” I say, bringing my hand up to cup the side of his face. “I love Jackson, too,” I add, needing him to know I love all the parts of him, his son included.

He smiles before kissing me. “I know you do, sweetheart. He loves you right back. I’m pretty sure he fell before I did.” He chuckles to himself.

“There isn’t a version of my future that doesn’t involve him,” I tell Warren honestly.

His eyes flutter closed. They’re glossy with emotion when he opens them again. “That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

My hand rests on my stomach. “I think I’m starting to,” I say.

His smile is warm, filled with so much affection. He places the remote in my hand. “Pick whatever you want to watch or listen to while we do all this,” he says, waving his hand over all the stuff on the table.

“This doesn’t really seem like your kind of thing.” I laugh.

“You’re my thing, so that’s all that matters,” he says before walking back into the kitchen, and now my heart is a melted puddle on the floor.

Damn.

Knowing that I won’t be able to focus on a movie, I put on some easy listening music instead.

“Pick up your feet,” Grayson says, carrying a tub of steaming water.

I can’t take my eyes off the way his muscles are straining against his T-shirt with the weight of it.

He chuckles, seeing where my eyes are focused. “While I love being ogled like that, this is really heavy. Can you please pick those feet up, love?”

“Crap, sorry,” I say, swinging my feet to the side. A blush creeps up over my neck and face.

He sets it down right in front of me. With my feet in his hand, he eases them into the water. “Too hot?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No, it’s perfect.” I moan, moving my feet all the way down. The water feels heavenly against my aching feet and calves.

Grayson’s still slightly damp hands run up my bare legs. His fingers tease at the bottom of his shirt that I’m currently wearing. A pair of panties is the only other thing I currently have on.

“I love seeing you in my clothes,” he growls, his fingers teasing an inch further up my thighs.

I bite my lip, desire building within me. So much has changed since the last time I was with all of them in that way, but the way my body aches for them hasn’t wavered. If anything, it’s only grown.

He smirks, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Relax. Tucker’s getting some snacks ready for you.”

I want to scream at him. How am I supposed to relax when you got me all turned on and shit?

He gives me one last kiss before retreating to the kitchen.

I squirm on the couch, trying to get more comfortable and forget about how turned on I am. Eventually, I give in to the relaxing pull of the eucalyptus-smelling water.

Tucker carries in a tray of drinks. “You want a mimosa?” he asks.

I quirk a brow.

“I should have said that it’s alcohol-free champagne.”

I nod. “Yes, please.”

Warren carries in another tray of snacks, setting it on the last bit of free space on the coffee table.

He sits down beside me, grabbing my hand. “Just tell us if you want something.”

Tucker hands me a plastic flute with my mocktail.

I take a sip, surprised when it tastes pretty similar to the real thing. Unable to help myself, I take another big sip. “Thank you.”

Tucker laughs, sitting down on my other side. My head rests against his shoulder.

This feels surreal. Being this happy. Feeling so… cherished.

I’m not fighting it, though, because these men are everything I could have ever hoped for.

“How are you carrying me right now?” I laugh, leaning into Grayson as he carries me up the stairs. “I’m huge.”

He kisses the side of my head. “You are a tiny person, Sienna Briggs. Pregnant or not, I can carry you just fine.”

He carries me into Warren’s room. “Why are you bringing me in here?” I ask.

“I thought it would be easier to give you a massage in here.”

“Oh,” I breathe out against his neck.

His chest rumbles against me. “Not that kind of massage, sweetheart,” he says, setting me down on the bed.

Despite how relaxed I am from the foot scrub and face masks we did downstairs, my muscles coil tight at his words.

My face falls. “Right. ’Cause I’m pregnant…”

His hands cup the side of my face. “You are fucking gorgeous, and you turn me on by just breathing. So, don’t think for one second that I don’t want you because of that.”

His thumbs trace across my cheekbones. “That’s not what I’m expecting, though. I just want to be with you.”

He steps in closer between my spread thighs.

“Hey, Grayson,” I say, giving him a small, almost shy smile.

“Mmhmm,” he hums as he stares into my soul.

“I love you.”

His hands fall still on my face. He doesn’t say anything right away, so I continue.

“I think a part of me fell for you in Nashville that night, even if I didn’t let myself admit it. You’ve been a constant in my life for a long time, and now I don’t want to think about my life without you there by my side.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling one of his hands away to wipe away a stray tear that escaped down his cheek. He presses his forehead to mine. “I am so in love with you, Sienna. It’s actually insane. I didn’t know it was possible to ache with love for someone, but you’ve proven me wrong yet again.”

I laugh quietly, knowing exactly what he means.

“I’m going to love you forever,” he says. He leans down, kissing the top of my bump. “And I’m going to love our little girl with everything I have for the rest of my life.”

Fuck. Now I’m crying.

“I hope you meant what you said earlier, love, because this is it for me,” he says.

He wipes away my tears.

“I meant it,” I say.

Every. Damn. Word.

I blink several times, trying to clear the sleepiness from my eyes. Sunlight pours in from a window in the corner of the room.

Tucker’s heart pounds against my cheek that’s pressed against his chest. I’m wrapped around him like a barnacle.

I try to wiggle away, but his arms hold me in place.

“Nope,” his sleepy grumble tickles my ear.

“Why?” I ask, snuggling even closer to him, or as close as I can with my bump in between us .

He rolls over onto his side, so we’re face to face. “Because I’m in love with you, and I’m not ready to let you go just yet,” he says.

I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Did you just tell me you love me for the first time?”

“I guess I did.”

“Did you mean it?” I ask, trying to tamp down my nerves. I know how this man feels about me, even if he’s never told me in so many words.

He rests his forehead against mine. “Yes, I did. I love you, Sunshine.”

“Good because I love you, too.”

I laugh as he peppers kisses all over my face.

My heart swells with the knowledge that this is what love with Tucker will be like. Light. Joyful. Something worth waking up for every day.

My love for each of these men is uniquely different, just like them, but put together… It’s more than I could have ever dreamed of.