Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

The bathroom had become surprisingly crowded.

Two sisters sitting on the floor.

One billionaire squeezed awkwardly between the bathtub and the sink.

Two positive pregnancy tests.

And absolutely nobody processing things normally.

Daisy was still staring at hers every few minutes.

As if the result might suddenly change.

It didn't.

Every time she looked, the second line was still there.

Pregnant.

Again.

The thought felt impossible.

Wonderful.

Terrifying.

All at the same time.

Across from her, Roman looked like Christmas had arrived six months early.

His arm was wrapped around Daisy's shoulders.

His smile hadn't disappeared once.

Not once.

Harper, meanwhile, looked like she might throw up.

Or cry.

Possibly both.

Because unlike Daisy, she hadn't told Noah yet.

And despite knowing he'd be thrilled—

she was nervous.

Very nervous.

"What if he thinks we're insane?"

Roman laughed.

"You already have two children."

"Exactly."

"That's not helping your argument."

Harper groaned.

Then immediately covered her mouth.

"Oh God."

Daisy pointed.

"Morning sickness."

"I hate you."

The apartment door opened.

Nobody noticed.

The front door closed.

Nobody noticed.

A few moments later Noah walked into the apartment carrying coffee.

And immediately frowned.

"Harper?"

Silence.

No answer.

Which was unusual.

Very unusual.

His wife was rarely quiet.

Especially in someone else's apartment.

Concern immediately crept into his chest.

He'd been worried about her for days.

The tiredness.

The nausea.

The way she'd barely touched her coffee.

Something wasn't right.

Following the sound of voices, Noah headed down the hallway.

Past the nursery.

Where Lillie still slept peacefully.

Then toward the bathroom.

Noah stopped in the doorway.

And blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Because the scene in front of him made absolutely no sense.

Harper was sitting on the floor.

Looking sick as a dog.

Daisy was sitting beside her.

Looking shocked.

But happy.

Very happy.

Roman sat opposite them.

Looking like he'd just been handed every birthday and Christmas present he'd ever wanted.

Nobody appeared injured.

Nobody appeared trapped.

Yet all three were sitting on the bathroom floor.

For no obvious reason.

"What is going on?"

The question made all three jump.

Hard.

Harper actually squealed.

Roman looked up.

Daisy nearly dropped her test again.

"Noah!"

He frowned.

"What are you all doing in the bathroom?"

Honestly?

Fair question.

Noah stepped fully into the doorway.

Then noticed the pregnancy tests.

Silence.

Complete silence.

He looked at the tests.

Then at Harper.

Then Daisy.

Then Roman.

Then the tests again.

Slowly he pointed.

"What are those?"

Nobody answered immediately.

Because suddenly Harper looked terrified.

Daisy looked awkward.

Roman looked like he was trying not to smile.

Noah narrowed his eyes.

"Oh no."

Harper groaned.

"Noah—"

"Oh no."

His gaze landed on Harper first.

Then Daisy.

Then back to Harper.

Realisation slowly dawned.

And somehow that made everything worse.

"No."

Harper pointed.

"That's exactly what I said."

Noah looked at the test in her hand.

Then at her face.

Then at her hand again.

"Harp."

"No."

"Harp."

"No."

The smile was already appearing.

Harper immediately looked offended.

"Don't smile."

"I'm trying."

"Stop it."

"I can't."

Then Noah noticed the second test.

The one in Daisy's hand.

His brain stopped.

Completely.

He pointed.

Slowly.

"Why does Daisy have one?"

Silence.

Roman immediately looked down.

Trying very hard not to laugh.

Daisy covered her face.

Harper looked ready to move countries.

Noah blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then looked between both sisters.

His eyes widened.

"Oh my God."

Nobody said anything.

Nobody needed to.

Because Noah had figured it out.

Completely.

"Both?"

Harper groaned.

"Unfortunately."

Daisy laughed.

Noah looked stunned.

Then delighted.

Then stunned again.

"Both of you?"

"Yes."

"At the same time?"

"Apparently."

Noah sat down heavily on the bathroom floor.

Because standing suddenly seemed impossible.

For a moment nobody spoke.

Then Noah started laughing.

Hard.

The kind of laugh you couldn't stop.

Harper stared at him.

"What is wrong with you?"

Noah pointed between the sisters.

"You've done this twice."

"We have not."

"You have."

"We absolutely have not."

Noah looked at Roman.

"They're doing it again."

Roman grinned.

"They are."

Daisy buried her face in her hands.

Eventually Noah's laughter faded.

His eyes found Harper's.

Immediately softening.

The joking disappeared.

The smile remained.

Only gentler now.

Warmer.

"You thought I'd be upset?"

Harper looked away.

Maybe.

A little.

Noah moved closer.

Taking her hand.

"Harp."

She looked up.

The second she saw his face, her eyes filled with tears.

Because Noah wasn't upset.

Not even close.

He looked happy.

Really happy.

The kind of happy that reached his eyes.

"We're having another baby?"

His voice was soft.

Almost disbelieving.

Harper laughed through her tears.

"Looks like it."

Noah kissed her forehead immediately.

Making her cry even harder.

Roman looked at Daisy.

Daisy looked at Roman.

Then both started laughing.

Because somehow the bathroom floor had become the location of two surprise pregnancies.

One very emotional husband.

One ridiculously excited future father.

And somewhere down the hallway, six-month-old Lillie continued sleeping peacefully through all of it.

Completely unaware that by next year—

she'd have both a baby brother or sister...

and a brand-new cousin to grow up with. ❤️📖