“Besides,” Buck stay, kissing the top of my head. “No way in hell is that your uncle.”
“No?”
“Hell no. You think some gangster is going to ring my fucking doorbell?”
I bite back a sob, which turns to a laugh, comforted by the fact he doesn’t think I should be scared. “Go get dressed, and take a moment to breathe. I forgot Jax and Harper were coming by this morning to pick up the custom piece they commissioned last month.”
The doorbell rings a fourth time and now there is yelling.
“You lazy sack of shit,” the guys yells. “I see your truck here, your lights are on. Stop jacking off to your long lost Rosie and come open the fucking door before my babies freeze to death out here.”#p#分页标题#e#
My eyes go wide. Babies?
Didn’t Buck just stay this guy and his woman had been together a few years?
As I slip in the bedroom, I cover my mouth, even more shocked at the fact that guy Jaxon was hollering about Buck getting off to me.
Did he really think of me enough to tell his friends about me?
Maybe Buck is entirely right.
Maybe it isn’t a mistake.
Maybe it is destiny.
Our destiny.
I hear them come inside, a baby squawking, too. I slip on my panties, my leggings, my bra. Pull on my sweater, and walk to the en suite bathroom, running my fingers through my messy hair.
My babies are moving, kicking my bladder and I sit on the toilet, needing to pee. As I stand, I realize I must have passed something, I peer into the toilet and realize it was the mucus plug, which I remember reading about in a pregnancy book.
I shake my head, not wanting to believe that the delivery could be happening anytime soon.
I need more time. Besides, my water would need to break for the babies to come. I haven’t had any contractions, Braxton or otherwise. I’m fine.
I wash my hands, run my hand over my belly, looking at myself in the mirror, telling myself that every thing is going to be okay.
Buck’s bathroom is tidy, clean. His entire house feels like a home. Better than some Russian asshole I could have married. And much better than whatever scraps I’d be given after my daughters were ripped from my arms.
But Buck deserves more than a woman who wants him for what he can provide. And after a few encounters with him – not even equaling a day – can he really say I love him, that I want to marry him?
Deep in my belly I know my answer. Know what I want to give in to, over to. What I want to accept as my own.
But I also know that I am saddling Buck with a lifetime of responsibilities he never asked for.
I dry my hands on the towel, willing these babies to stay put until all my questions can be laid to rest.
Stepping out in the living room, I’m greeted by a tattooed, dark haired, bearded man; dark where Buck is light. And the woman with him is tiny, big doe eyes, blonde hair, and a curvy little body. In her arms a fussing baby.
And in Jaxon’s arms is another squirrelly boy.
And in Buck’s there is a third.
My eyes go round as saucers.
“That’s a lot of babies,” I say, piecing the scene all together. Jaxon and Harper have triplets ... and I thought I had big, terrifying news.
“Yeah,” Harper says, offering her hand. I shake it, and she smiles warmly. “They’re a handful, but we’re pretty lucky, I think.” She looks over at her husband, and a warmth that is palpable passes between them.
“Heard you are pretty lucky yourself, Rosie,” Jaxon says. “Buck, here, told us how you came to be here this morning. Sounds like you’ve had quite the trip from Spokane.”
I swallow, overwhelmed with so many people.
Running my hand over my belly, I look at Buck.
“Harper, Jaxon, this is Rosie,” he says, stepping up for me. The mother of my child.”
My mouth opens. I need to tell him. Clearly a bunch of babies aren’t off-putting. Truth be told, he looks the most relaxed out of the bunch. Granted, he was just fucked up and down by me – compared to possibly sleep-deprived parents of triplet boys.
“And these guys are Cedar, Alder, and Spruce,” Harper says. “And looks like you, my dear, are about to pop one out yourself.”
“Right. Pop.” I wince, suddenly freaking out about what I’ve gotten myself into.
“You okay?” Harper asks. When I nod, she continues, “You know, the day after you two met, Buck came over for dinner, and this boy was a goner.” She smiles, looking between Buck and me. “You must be a good woman to have captured Buck’s heart. He may look like a softy, but there is something special about a man who grew up going on family camping trips, who bought our boys their first fishing poles for their first birthdays.”#p#分页标题#e#