All Chapters of All Yours, Daddies: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SARAH My throat dries up immediately. I’m totally stunned and short of words just sitting there, listening to his promise to utterly devour me—which I know he has every intention of keeping. The frown on my face slowly disappears as I blink at him. I want to tell him, all of them—the news of my pregnancy is heavy on the tip of my tongue. Seeing how they’re all looking at me like I’m a three course meal, I can’t help but worry they’ll hurt the babies. That is possible, right? I’m not quite sure what the rules are for sex during pregnancy. I make a mental note to ask my doctor during my next antenatal session. “What are you thinking about?” Ronan asks, gently stroking my left cheek as he leans toward me. I try to look away, but I can’t. “It’s nothing,” I lie, pushing the thought to the back of my mind. “Nothing important, at least.”“Everything about you is important, kitten.” Malachi responds, kissing the side of my neck. My eyelids slowly press shut as I lean backwards, letting

JAXON My dearest brother is the one who does most of the talking, but he speaks for every single one of us. Everything he says is exactly what we’re thinking. I’ll be a liar and a douche if I say it’s going to be easy, I know it won’t. But for her, I’m willing to try. We all are. With tears rushing from Sarah’s eyes, she tiptoes and kisses Ronan. I mean—really kisses him. It’s deep, with a lot of tongue. Starving. Like she hasn’t tasted him in years. And I watch with keen needy eyes. I’m not needy because I’m jealous. Okay, maybe a little, seeing as I always go last and somehow manage to be the most impatient of all my brothers. But mostly because it’s Ronan, and even Ronan fucking Hawkthorne can’t mask the way his whole world tilts when Sarah’s lips meet his.She kisses Mal next, softer, slower. He cups her face with both hands, as though he doesn’t want her to break, like she’s made of porcelain. His forehead presses to hers, and I see it—just like I feel it—the silent promis

SARAH I watch as Julian makes his way into the living room, strutting like he owns the place. He might be trying to act oblivious to the eyes staring daggers at his back as he walks away. I’m not sure how I feel about being in this situation, since it’s one that could be easily avoided if people remember something like courtesy exists. Most of my anger is directed towards Julian…and myself. Whatever episode we had at the hospital must have sent the wrong signal. In a bid to be nice to him when I thought he was the only one who cared enough to check on me, I must have become too nice. That’s the only way to explain why he feels comfortable enough to just show up at my house. He settles into one of the lush couches, while Jaxon walks ahead of me. Malachi follows him behind, and Ronan stays by my side. He helps me into a sofa, placing me between Malachi and himself. We’re right opposite Julian. Excellent choice of seats, Mal. Julian crosses his right leg over the left as he stares

SARAH “Are you three getting off on this?” My brows pinch together, just enough to crease the bridge of my nose. Ronan chuckles behind me, his fingers twisting the strands of my hair into a tight French plait. Apparently, he used to braid their mother’s hair a lot years ago, and the skill somehow never left his head. “I did it every week for almost twenty years,” he had said, the pain in his voice barely masked by the proud smile on his face. “You don’t forget things like that.”Tell that to my brain that can’t keep directions longer than a week. I hardly learn directions and easily forget them. I know for a fact I’ll have a problem heading to the office when I finally resume. Google maps to the rescue, I guess. But I digress. Malachi’s fingers work through my left toes, massaging the muscles and bones gently. I suck in a deep breath without taking my gaze off him. “Relax.”My eyes flow wide. Relax? That’s easy for him to say. “I really feel like you three are getting off on

MALACHI What does ethereal bliss mean to you? For me, it’s every minute we spend with Sarah over the next two weeks. Most of it is in her house, in both Kevin’s absence and presence, seeing as her injury temporarily inhibits her mobility. We take turns keeping her company whenever any of us has a meeting to attend or some work to do. It’s always torture to tear ourselves away from her when she falls asleep at night. The drive back to the Hawk estate leaves us tired and with aching bones at the end of each day, but it’s worth it. More than, even. After exactly fifteen days, the love of our lives is able to walk for relatively long distances without the need for her wheelchair or anyone’s support. In true Sarah fashion, she insists on beginning her antenatal journey immediately. Kevin offers to drive her to and fro, but it doesn’t stop us from showing up to her house. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She mutters underneath her breath as she takes in the sight of us. Try as she might