Page 323 of Second Sets Omnibus

“Fuck,” I hiss, pushing through the boys, barely making it to a clear spot away from the prying eyes watching our every move.

“I got you,” Kieran says, rushing to my side and holding back my hair.

“Well, I was going to say you may kiss the bride, but…” Chase’s joking voice trails off as the murmurs start in the crowd.

“I’m okay,” I whisper through a ragged breath, holding back the next wave of nausea threatening to pull me under.

“Maybe we should talk to the doctor about those pills?” Kieran says, helping me stand tall. I let out a sigh of relief when he rubs a tissue along my lips and cleans me up.

“Yeah. Might have to. Wait, how’d you know about those?” I whisper, wiping the moisture from my cheeks.

He smiles, fluffing my hair back out. “You mentioned you had to do that with Ly in the beginning. That it had gotten so bad you couldn’t go to work or class.”

“Pretty Girl, are you okay?” Rad asks with concern, finally making it to my side.

“Are you sick?” Callum asks, turning green when he blinks at the little pile on the sand.

Fuck. I press my lips into a tight line, breathing through the swooping feeling taking over my stomach.

Kieran hums, rubbing a hand over my stomach, which seems to soothe the waves of vomit attempting to come out again.

“Little Star,” Callum says with wide eyes, watching Kieran’s movements. “Are you…”

I smile, taking his hand in mine and gently placing it on my stomach over the dress. I do the same to Rad and Asher, bringing them in a circle around me again.

“Welcome to fatherhood, boys,” I whisper with more damn tears falling down my cheeks.

Rad falls to his knees, pushing everyone away. Gently, he lays a kiss on my stomach, cradling it with his hands.

“I’m going to be the best father I can be, Little Peanut. Just ask your older sister Ly. I swear I owe her two-hundred thousand right now, but fuck, baby. I’ve longed for you.” His dark eyes crawl up my body, meeting my gaze. “Thank you, Pretty Girl. For indulging me any chance you got. I loved helping to create this.”

“It’s not just possibly yours, dickface. It could be mine, too,” Asher says with a grin, kissing my cheek. “Do you need anything, Little Brat?”

“Hmm. No,” I murmur, leaning into his kiss.

“It-it could be mine,” Callum stammers, staring at my stomach with big eyes. “Holy shit.”

Kieran snorts, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, it can’t be mine…”

“Back door or shut up,” Rad quips, jumping to his feet.

“Yeah, that,” Kieran cringes, gazing at the crowd watching.

“Do you guys want to continue getting married?” Chase asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” I say, taking their hands and leading them back to our altar. Turning to the crowd, I grin, soaking in their faces. “We’re going to have a baby!” I shout, thrusting my fist into the air, laughing as they cheer us on.

“A baby,” Rad says, clinging to my hand.

His eyes never leave my stomach, and that includes the entire nine months she cooks to the moment she comes out with rich, dark curly hair and dark eyes.

I guess all those extra moments he shoved me into closets, came to see me at work, and locked me in my bedroom really paid off.

The moment she cried her first breath, Rad scooped her into his arms and proclaimed her as his. And she was. Aria. Our little mischievous one, named for songs and melodies, living up to her father’s legend.

Our family grew one by one over the next few years, happening almost right after another. Lyric. Aria. Alana. Maya.

Four girls for four men who helped make me whole.