All Chapters of All Yours, Daddies: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SARAH “Hiding out here, Berry?”The cold night breeze blows past my face. I free my fingers from the sleeves of my shirt and tuck loose strands of my hair to the back of my eyes. I don’t look at him when a sigh escapes my lips. “No.” I say, shaking my head. “I’m not. It just feels hot inside.”“Yeah,” from the corner of my right eye, I watch him. Kevin nods, kissing his teeth. “Right.”He takes his place beside me on the steps of my front porch. I still don’t look at him, but I can tell he’s smiling when he throws his right arm over my shoulders, and kills the distance between us by pulling me in. “The thing is…I don’t believe you.”A tired sigh. “Kevin…”“Let me finish, Berry. You never want to be away from them, believe me. As someone who tried to tear you guys apart, that’s one thing I know for sure. If you’re out here while they’re in there, something is definitely wrong.”I tug on the hem of my shirt to keep my fingers busy as he speaks. My mind doesn’t waste any time drifti

SARAH His words, strict and straight, flips the butterflies in my stomach on their backs. His jaw clenches. “You think we want you because you’re carrying our children? Sarah, we’ve wanted you since the day you walked into the party, all those years ago, with that bastard locked in your right hand,”I push the lump of saliva down my throat. “We’ve wanted you every day since then, craved you, wondered what it’ll feel like to be with you, in you. We never missed your face on TV. Wherever you showed up, we wanted to see. Why do you think we held on to you so tight after seeing you at the club that night? ” His voice softens.“Shit,” He sucks in a deep breath, scratching the back of his head. “I sound like a fucking broken record now, baby.” I’m fully sobbing now, and Malachi’s hand finds mine, threading our fingers together.“You want to know what happens next?” Ronan leans into me, pressing his lips against my head. I turn to him, angling my head to take a full look at his face. So

RONAN “Sir, I really hate to be that guy, but are you certain we will be able to finish the arrangements before she arrives?” Donald, Malachi’s personal assistant asks while handing me a Budweiser. Without turning to him, I snatch the glass bottle from his hand and crack it open with my teeth. “Do you want to lose your job, Donald?”He pales beside me. “No…not at all.”Slowly, I tilt my neck sideways to look at him, tearing my gaze away from the lake. “So, what do you have to do to make sure you still have a job by the end of today?” The smile on my face is everything but friendly. He swallows hard. “Make…make sure that everything goes according to plan, and just in time.”“Good boy.” I pat his shoulder and nod. Barely seconds after I return my attention to the lake, he sprints away, and I scoff. Where is Malachi anyway? I look around. He should be here with me. Jaxon has already played his part by helping us take Sarah out of the house. She’s on a shopping spree as we speak.

Sarah Ronan must sense it because his hand tightens on my waist, and when I look up at him, there’s heat in his blue eyes that makes my knees weak.“You know,” he leans into me. “I know what you’re thinking,” he murmurs, soft lips brushing against my ear.“Oh yeah? And what am I thinking?” I arch my brow and fold my arms across my chest. My eyes catch Jaxon’s smirk. He’s so fucking hot. I press my thighs together. His hand slides lower…down my naked back, just barely above my waist, and his voice drops into a sultry, deadly sound. “You’re thinking about how badly you want us right now.”Rocks the size of tennis balls appear in my throat. I forcefully push them down with one forceful—and painful—gulp. “Can you blame me?” Ronan and Malachi shake their heads as they laugh. Slowly, Malachi’s thumb brushes over my cheekbone. “I can tell you exactly what we’re going to do to you, kitten. But the house is filled with workers,”Oh. So that’s why I felt like I was being watched. “Le

SARAH When I wake up the next morning, my whole body feels like I’ve been hit by a truck.It feels like my body is intent on reminding me I’m pregnant, punishing me for it. The bedroom is flooded with sunlight, and the light attacks my eyes once my kids part open. However, it’s voices coming from downstairs that bother me the most. “What the hell?” I mutter, sitting up.Ronan appears in the doorway right on time. His dark blonde hair is scattered all over his face, glued to the skin of his forehead with sweat. His black vest is also pressed against his skin, soaked. Did he just run a marathon? “Morning, kitten.” He smiles at me.“How are you feeling?”I stretch my hands and scratch my eyes with it, hoping it’ll make them adjust to the light. “Confused. Why does it sound like there’s a football team in our house?”He chuckles.“We called a doctor and some nurses. They’re going to run some tests.”Instinctively, my eyes find the antique wall clock beside the door. Long arm on num