Amelie’s POV
I’m stretched, wearing my robe, out on the couch on the balcony, watching the sunset. It’s absolutely stunning.
“Wow, so beautiful,” Nathan said, coming out of the room onto the balcony.
“It’s such a pretty sunset,” I replied.
“I meant you,” he said, bending down and kissing the top of my head. “Any room for your hubby on that couch?”
“Always,” I said, smiling. I moved forward so Nathan could slip in behind me, and I could lie back on him.
Nathan put his arm around me and slipped a grape into my mouth. He had gone to the Club room while I was in the tub and brought back snacks. Of course, I had inhaled all the pineapple as soon as it was in the room and Nathan was in the shower.
“You know, pineapple makes your pussy sweeter, kitten,” Nathan informed me.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes, I noticed it the s
Dutton’s POV“Holy shit, Dutton,” Nathan exclaimed. “You look eighteen dressed like that.”“Shut up, I do not,” I said, shooting him a look. Although I definitely did look older.“Honestly, you look older than me,” Nathan chuckled.“So, I take it this will do for tonight?” I asked.“Definitely,” Nathan replied. “Oh, by the way, I talked to Morgan yesterday.”“You did?” I questioned, trying not to look too excited.“Yes, she invited us up to Paris on the weekend. She has a fashion show and she wants us to go,” Nathan advised.“That would be so awesome,” I expressed. “I’ll book train tickets when we get home.”“Dutton, I have a jet,” Nathan laughed.“Oh, sorry,” I stated. “I’m not used to that lifestyle.”“Well, you'd better get used to it, Dutton,” Nathan told me. “You’re like the little brother I never had, so you’re family now.”“I don’t know what to say, Nathan,” I sat down on the bench in the store. “For the longest time, it’s only been my grandmother and me. My mom passed giving b
2 years laterMorgan’s POVI can’t believe I kissed Paul yesterday under the bleachers. Ugh… what was I thinking? It’s not like I even like him; it’s Nathan that I’ve had a crush on forever. Worst yet, I caught my lip on his braces, and now I’m probably going to have a scar. There was so much blood.“Dutton, what am I going to do?” I said, with my face in my hands. “I don’t want to screw up our friendship.”“Just tell him that,” Dutton replied. “Tell him, listen, Paul, I don’t want to screw up our friendship. I made a mistake, and I don’t have feelings for you like that.”“Why are you so smart, Dutton?” Morgan asked. “You always have the best answers for everything.”I leaned over and hugged Dutton hard. He really was a fantastic friend. So attentive, helpful, and always there for me. He pretty much had become my best friend over the last two years.I looked up, and Nathan and Paul were coming towards us.“Hey,” Paul said sheepishly when he reached us.“Hey,” I responded.“Listen,” we
**Any chapters beyond this point are mini-novellas about the friend group pairs. I thank every one of you for reading my novel. If you’re interested in the following pairs, read on. If not, I hope you'll return to read The Billionaire's Little Brother, which will be released in August 2025.Morgan & DuttonKimmy & DantePaul & MadisonTiff & SamuelMorgan and DuttonDutton’s POVI remember the first time I met Morgan. I had stepped off the bus at the private prep school, and a bunch of rich jocks started ridiculing me for several reasons. First, I took the bus. Who would ever take a bus to a private school? Me, obviously. I was the school's ‘charity case’. Second, I wore glasses. Yes, I am near-sighted, something I couldn’t control. Third and most importantly, I was short. Another thing I couldn’t control, especially since I had skipped two grades. They didn’t care, though, as soon as I stepped off that bus, I was fair game for their torture and ridicule.“Hey, nerd,” One of them call
Amelie’s POVI blinked open my eyes, and there was light dancing in through the curtains at the window. I looked over to my side, and Nathan was lying on a cot, asleep. He stayed here last night? He didn’t need to do that. As if sensing I was awake, Nathan stirred.“Good morning, sunshine,” I said, smiling.“Good morning, kitten,” Nathan replied.“You didn’t need to stay here last night,” I stated.“I wanted to stay,” Nathan exclaimed. “I wanted to be with you.”“Sorry, I fell asleep last night,” I told him.“No apologies, kitten, you were so tired,” Nathan revealed. “You didn’t even move when Ena changed your dressings. Oh, and Ena was right. It was just some normal discharge, not blood. She said it happens a lot with staples.”“That’s good to hear,” I responded. “Did you have a chance to look at my stomach? Is it really bad?”Nathan stood up from the cot, walked over towards me, and sat on the edge of my bed. “Amelie, your stomach looks amazing for having given birth to five babies,
Amelie’s POVI was beyond excited. I got to meet all my babies. I had only seen Baby A before I had passed out. The orderlies wheeled my entire bed over to my new room.A nurse walked in when I settled into the room.“Good evening, Mrs. Michaels,” the nurse said, smiling. “My name is Ena. I can honestly say in my twenty-six years as a nurse, I’ve never seen Quintuplets. You’re so tiny as well, too!”“Well, I felt like a house yesterday,” I giggled.“A great sense of humor, you’ll need it with so many children,” Ena said. “Do you want us to bring them all in, or one at a time?”I looked at Nathan and smiled. “Can you bring them all in?”“We certainly can. I’ve been working the nursery most of the afternoon and evening, and they are such good babies already,” Ena stated. “I’ll be right back.”Ena returned about ten minutes later with four other nurses.Oh my gosh, all these babies were mine! Well, mine and Nathan’s. I can’t believe we made all these lives.“So, skin contact is really im
Nathan’s POV“Dr. Abrams,” I exclaimed. “Where is Amelie?”“Can we speak in private?” Dr. Abrams asked.“Anything you need to say, you can say in front of my family,” I declared.“At least have a seat, Nathan,” Dr. Abrams advised.I sat down, and my heart sank. It was as if he was bracing me for bad news.“Nathan, Amelie started to hemorrhage out because her uterus wasn’t contracting at all,” Dr. Abrams explained. “We didn’t know how to stop it or why it was happening.”“Doctor, are you telling me… she’s gone?” I said, with a shocked look on my face.“No, Nathan,” Dr. Abrams stated. “Oh my God, no. You thought I was going to tell you she was dead?”I breathed a sigh of relief.“Yes, you look so worried,” I declared.“No, I’m mad at myself. After we delivered the four babies, I started to prep to close her up. Then noticed that her uterus wasn’t contracting, and it started to hemorrhage,” Dr. Abrams informed. “That’s when we kicked you out of the room.”“So, what happened?” I questione