She saw him take a deep, slow breath before responding, "I need to talk to you."

"You know you can talk to me about anything. Go ahead." She hoped that eased his mind because at the moment he looked like he was about to have a breakdown.

Her heart raced when she realised her Dad might be here to take her away. Is that why Duke ran out of here so quickly? He didn't want to hear her pleas to stay. He didn't even want to say goodbye. They still hadn't talked about the future but she'd been so sure that he cared about her past a regular f.u.c.k friend. Maybe she'd been wrong all this time. Her heart broke slightly and tears filled her eyes. She realised Slam had said something and she hadn't heard. She pulled herself together best she could and lifted her head to meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" Backing herself for the worst she focused n his words.

"I think you're pregnant."

She laughed, relief bubbled up from her insides. This wasn't about her Dad after all. Slam was playing tricks. She kept laughing and then realised he wasn't. His face was a mask of seriousness. If this was a joke he was seriously committing to the bit.

"Are you serious?" She asked. He simply nodded. "I can't be pregnant Slam, I'm on the pill and I haven't missed any. I've even run my packets together while I've been here. There's been no gap." She wanted to see the worry leave his eyes.

"You're wrong. I've been giving this a lot of thought. You've been more tired for the last few weeks and feeling nauseous at times. Your swollen abdomen must be you starting to show. You've had no bruising and no pain there at all and...."

"Whoa there! I'll have you know it was nine months before I came here since I had s.e.x. There's no way. No way!" She was starting to panic.

"Just let me finish. You say there's been no gap in your pill, but I made you have one." Now he looked guilty.

"What the f.u.c.k are you talking about? What are you saying?"

"The night you were brought here you slept for twenty hours straight. Remember when we first met, I told you. You didn't realise you'd missed a day until the Sunday barbecue and that night......"

"I had s.e.x with Duke," she whispered to herself. The world seemed to start spiralling around her. Could it be true? She was stuck between being terrified and disbelieving. She felt someone pick her up. She tried to slow her breathing. Her chest was tight and she started to sweat. When she eventually opened her eyes Slam was sat next to her on the bed.

"Take deep breaths, Nic. You were having a panic attack." Slam was rubbing her back and holding her hand.

"What if you're right? Duke says he doesn't want a normal family. He'll hate me! I couldn't get rid of our baby, I just couldn't!" Her eyes pleaded with Slam to give her the answers because she sure didn't have any.

"Look, before we go sounding off any alarms, I've got four different brands of pregnancy test. The best time to do them is in the morning. Go into the bathroom now and then at least you'll know for sure."

All she could do was nod. Slam was going to have to guide her through this, her brain had stopped working. She sat on the toilet and peed on the sticks. Her hands were shaking as she rested them on a strip of toilet paper. She let Slam in and they waited three minutes. Her heart hadn't calmed yet, she felt like she was running a marathon. She allowed herself to secretly hope as her hand kept drifting to her rounded stomach. If she'd got pregnant that first night she would only be 13 weeks along. There was no way she'd have a b.u.mp already. Her brain kept conjuring pictures of a little girl with Duke's brown hair and her green eyes. Her eyes strained to focus on the results panels. Slowly each one gave the same answer..... Positive. She was pregnant. Oh f.u.c.k.

"Nic, you're gonna have to ease up on my hand there, it's getting no blood." She didn't even realise she was squeezing his hand. "Look at me Nic." She looked into his rea.s.suring gaze and felt herself calm. "You okay?"

She quickly realised she was. She was more than okay. A smile stretched her cheeks until they hurt. Her eyes teared and overflowed, wetting her face. A warm feeling started in her belly and spread until happiness seemed to radiate from her. "I'm having a baby... I'm really having a baby."

Slam embraced her in tight hug. She wished Duke had been here for this. Her wish to have a family was becoming a reality. But the dream had always included the father. She had absolutely no clue how Duke was going to take the news. She was dreading telling him. Hope and terror swirled around inside of her. Duke would make a great father and she could finally get everything she'd ever hoped for. On the other hand, Duke could hate her for trapping him or turn away from her completely or G.o.d forbid demand she get it taken care of. There was no way in h.e.l.l she would give this baby up, not even for Duke. Her mind raced with everything she needed to do and get. Then guilt swamped her completely as she realised something.

"Oh my G.o.d, Slam! I've been drinking, having the occasional smoke and them b.i.t.c.hes beat me! It could have harmed the baby. What am I gonna do?"

"Calm down. I'm gonna call the family centre and get you an appointment for later today. You sit up here and wait for Duke. He shouldn't be long now. Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine. You're not gonna be on your own, no matter what! You hear me?" Something inside her sagged in relief hearing those words.

She nodded at Slam. He was such a great friend to her. Everybody here was. She knew they'd have her back and she couldn't help but imagine their little family at the monthly barbecue. Slam left not long after to make arrangements for her. Now all she had to do was find a way to tell Duke....

Chapter ten.

Duke Duke stopped at the bar before going up to his apartment. He had a quick shot of scotch while gripping the box in his other hand. It was early but he needed it dammit. He'd never done anything like this before and he was glad he would never have to again. Taking a couple of deep breaths and reminding himself he wasn't a p.u.s.s.y, he made his way upstairs. Opening the door, he spotted Nicole sat on the couch, looking out of the window as if she was in a world of her own. She jumped when he shut the door. She seemed as on edge as him. Had she been crying? Her eyes seemed red and her whole body was rigid with tension. He sat next to her and pulled her onto his lap, where she fit perfectly and placed his box next to him.

"Hi baby, you feeling ok? You're looking a bit pale. Have you had your tablets?" He couldn't help but worry over her, she meant everything to him.

"I'm fine. You're gonna make your hair fall out if you keep stressing." She stroked his arm and he felt her shaking. f.u.c.k, she wasn't getting enough sleep. "Duke, I need to talk to you about something."

He couldn't think what that could be and he had bigger things filling his mind right now. "I've gotta talk to you too, baby. You go first." This would give him a couple more minutes to compose himself or so he thought.

Nicole placed her hands on either side of his face, keeping his attention. "Duke..... I'm pregnant."

He must of misheard. She had spoken too softly and quickly that he must of mistaken what she said.

"Baby, you're gonna have to repeat that. I didn't hear you right." He watched her swallow and she struggled trying to pull away from him, tears filled her eyes but he wasn't letting go. He tipped her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"We're going to have a baby, Duke."

Yep, he definitely heard her that time. His lungs seized and his grip on her tightened. Was it possible? Looking into her beautiful eyes he could see all her emotions. She was happy, wary but mostly scared. He knew she was waiting for his reaction. It seemed to take him forever to process what she had said. He put his hand over her rounded stomach. His whole body jolted. f.u.c.k, it was true, he was going to be a father. His kid was going to have this amazing woman as its mother. Joy, pure and simple, exploded inside him. She couldn't leave him now, they were tied together. Always. The words that seemed impossible to say earlier, now rolled off his tongue with ease.

"I love you, Nicole. Your mine, now and forever."

She gasped and more tears flooded her eyes as she said, "I love you too, Duke."

Nicole flung her arms around him and cried into his neck. He buried his face in her silky hair and held her as close as he could. Tension eased from his whole body. She loved him back. He knew he loved her on the very first night they'd spent apart, all those weeks ago. She was the other half of his soul and he'd keep her safe for the rest of their lives. It was a vow he had every intention of keeping. It was sacred. He lifted her head and smashed his mouth to hers. Pushing through her lips, they started to twist and turn their tongues together, always trying to get closer.

He became overwhelmed with a desperate need to be buried inside her. He spun her around and lowered her onto her back across the couch. Tearing his top off and then hers, he started to kiss down her neck and nip her collar bone. He peppered wet kisses over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stomach. Stroking her stomach with his hands, he sucked and teased her puckered nipples. A guttural groan from Nicole had him ripping her yoga pants down her shapely legs and tearing open the fly of his jeans. He didn't even manage to get his jeans fully off before he plunged himself into Nicole's perfect pink hole.

He set a frantic pace and moaned every time he drove into her. He was going to finish too quickly, it felt too good. He withdrew, sat up and pulled her onto his lap, sinking back into her and letting her set the pace. As they built to ecstasy, they clung to each other, whispering words of adoration and love. He put his hand between them and worked her c.l.i.t, she arched her back driving him deeper still and instantly went over the edge. He followed straight away as her tight p.u.s.s.y pulsed around his c.o.c.k with every ripple of her o.r.g.a.s.m. Neither let the other go as they wound down. They sat like that for a while, just absorbing each other. Eventually Nicole broke away and gifted him with a smile brighter than any before it. Her fingers played with the back of his hair.

"G.o.d, you're amazing. You're everything I've ever wanted for myself and more. I'm so relieved you're happy. We're gonna be a family. A real family." She was beaming.

"Baby, you're gonna be the best mama a baby could ask for." He thought about family and started to laugh. Nicole look confused. "Not laughing at you baby, just looking forward to telling Uncle Razor!" Nicole giggled with him. He loved that sound. He shifted his weight and his knee knocked into the box that was now pushed right into the corner of the couch. "Oh, I almost forgot. This is for you. It's what I was doing this morning."

Duke pa.s.sed her the box and watched her tear into it. He was still nervous about her reaction. For him this was huge. He'd never imagined doing this before meeting Nicole. He'd decided yesterday he couldn't put it off any more. He'd battled internally about this for weeks. He was worried. She had grown up around so much instability and ended up in bad situations due to her father, he wasn't confident she'd want to tie herself to the VP of a motorcycle club.

She froze when she saw the contents and slowly pulled it out. His heart paused in his chest, waiting for her reaction before it worked again. She unfolded the vest he'd had made for her. The back had the large Fallen MC patch and a bottom rocker with 'Property of Duke' clearly sown, declaring his ownership. She cradled the cut to her chest like it was the most precious gift she'd ever been given. He hoped that it was. Relief swept through him. She fell forward, face-planting into his chest. He pulled her up, bring their faces millimetres apart.

"You're my old lady now. No turning back," he said pressing a kiss to her lips. "Mine."

"Yours." d.a.m.n right she was.

Nicole Pulling up at the clinic, Nicole was taking deep even breaths trying to calm her racing heart. She was a bundle of nervousness and excitement. Slam had driven them so that she and Duke could sit in the blacked out back seats of the SUV. They were still on alert, as Riot had yet to make a move. All the brothers were certain that Wrath would of heard of her a.s.sociation with them by now. Duke helped her down from her seat and cradled her under his arm. She was glad the appointment was only an hour after their talk. She was sure, given more time, Duke would freak out. This way any antic.i.p.ation would be gone quickly and they would know everything was fine. Then they'd start coming to terms with becoming parents. Or so she hoped.

The waiting room wasn't overly busy, just a few families and couples. They all at some point cast sidelong glances at them, taking in Duke's cut and heavily tattooed arms. She had wanted to wear her vest but decided to save it for the next barbecue, showing it off to her new family. The peace that had taken over her soul since Duke said he loved her put her in a constant state of euphoria. She had found her place in the world and the perfect man to share her life with.

"Miss Fletcher?" A young nurse called into the room.

Duke quickly stood and keeping a firm grasp of her hand, led her to the room the nurse indicated. He paced as she gave a urine and blood sample. When she hissed at the needle entering her arm, Duke had growled loudly and the nurse had seemed far more skittish since. Changing into a gown and laying on the table she reached for Duke who was still pacing. He was starting to make her more nervous with every pa.s.s he made.

"Duke, come here." She held her hand out to him. "I'm sure everything is fine. The doctor will be here any minute." Just as it left her lips, the door opened to a middle aged doctor who looked really friendly. He shot her and Duke a smile.

"Miss Fletcher, nice to meet you, I'm Dr Scance." Nicole introduced a Duke and he shook hands with them and then sat next to her bed where the ultrasound machine was. "We'll get the results from your bloods in a couple of days but for now, the pregnancy test was positive so I'm going to give you an ultrasound to see how far along you are and check the baby."

He squirted a cold gel onto her stomach and moved around a wide wand, pressing into her b.u.mp. She was staring at the screen but couldn't tell what she was looking at. She'd seen scan pictures before but it looked totally different on a screen when things were moving around. Duke's hand was gripping hers so tightly her fingers were starting to ache.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." Nicole couldn't speak, if it wasn't for the smile on the doctors face she'd be having a heart attack. He pointed to the screen. All she could make out were funny shaped blobs. "Congratulations, everything looks perfect and you're gonna be the mother of not two but three babies." He pointed at each blob as the computer labelled them A, B and C.

Overwhelmed and not quite believing what she'd heard, tears started to flow down her face as she stared at the screen. Three babies! Shock must be making her hysterical as giggles bubbled up and she couldn't stop.

"Are you sure?" Duke's voice was so raspy she hardly recognised it. She pulled her eyes from the screen to look at him. He looked very pale and stood transfixed unblinking at the screen. Oh G.o.d. This could change everything. He'd been thrilled at having a baby but having three was a very different prospect. h.e.l.l, they'd be outnumbered!

"Yes, absolutely positive. Your going to be parents to three identical babies. They are very healthy, uniform in size and correct for fourteen weeks gestation. If you would like to find out the s.e.x that will be at your next scan. Multiple births are always considered higher risk and although everything looks great I'll be keeping a close eye. We'll be seeing each other a fair few times over the next 26 weeks."

He handed them several photos from the scan and made them another appointment for two weeks time, after explaining everything she needed to do for her own and the babies' health. He then recommended some books and handed her some pamphlets that Duke immediately s.n.a.t.c.hed from her and put in his pocket. As soon as the doctor left, Duke scooped her from the bed and held her tightly to his chest. She could feel him trembling.

"Three babies.... Three babies.... f.u.c.k Nicole, we're having three babies!" He chanted into her ear. He drew back slightly before smashing his lips to hers. His kiss was desperate, all consuming and she responded in kind. Her hand lay over his heart and felt it rapidly beating against her palm. "Come on baby, we need to get out of here, f.u.c.k knows what germs and s.h.i.t are all over this place." He glanced around the room as if expecting the germs to all of a sudden appear and attack her. "You heard the doc; plenty of rest, no stress and healthy eating. You need to lie down, you've already done too much." He all but carried her out of the clinic and into the SUV.

Nicole let out a long sigh as Duke laid his arm over her shoulders and drew her as near to him as he could without her being on his lap. His other hand threaded through hers and came to rest on her belly. She fell deeper in love with him at that moment and nuzzled her head onto his shoulder, she could feel tension rolling off him in waves, his muscles taught and his body stiff. When Slam immediately asked how things went, she had barely opened her mouth before Duke announced that everything was fine and that he wanted all the brothers gathered in the bar at eight o'clock.

He clearly wanted to make an announcement. She was fine with that and was looking forward to their reactions. She tried to let the knowledge of having three babies inside her settle into her mind, but it just hadn't sunk in yet. It felt unreal. She was staring at the little black and white photos and her heart warmed as she stroked her finger over each blob. The longer she looked, the more she could make out of their little bodies and she felt herself getting impatient to hold them already. It was going to be a very long pregnancy if she couldn't calm Duke down soon though. She knew just what to do.

Chapter eleven.

Duke He was lying coc.o.o.ned around Nicole still panting from the hard f.u.c.k he'd just given her. It took Nicole a while to convince him it was ok to have s.e.x. He was sure that putting his c.o.c.k inside her was going to give the babies concussion or dent their heads. Nicole had laughed when he said this and still wouldn't believe her that it was safe. He hadn't been thinking clearly earlier when he'd taken her on the couch. Now it was very real. Luckily one of the pamphlets from the doc was called 's.e.x and Pregnancy', so after a quick scan through, he gave it up. Who was he to argue with the experts? Thank f.u.c.k! He couldn't hold her tight or close enough for his liking. Every cell in his body was charged ready to protect her and their babies. He'd never felt this connected to anything before in his life. Looking at the screen and seeing the flicker of their fast beating hearts, he'd felt his synchronise to theirs. They were his.

He felt Nicole's long steady breaths against his neck and knew she'd fallen asleep in his arms. He loved when she did that. The caveman part of him howled at being able to protect her while she slept and loved that she trusted him enough to do it, to leave herself vulnerable and in his care. He drifted his hand along the silky skin of her back and let the feeling of peace and contentment glide over him. He wished they could stay like this forever, no outside world to f.u.c.k with them or harm her. He knew it would though, it was inevitable, no one joined an MC lifestyle thinking of sitting around and smelling roses. Duke was prepared to do whatever it took to keep his family safe. Forever.

He'd never been more grateful to be part of this brotherhood. Not many people knew with absolute certainty that someone would have their back, no matter what they did or what had happened. He did. He had twenty two brothers who would decimate anyone who tried to f.u.c.k with them and they had no reservations about making others bleed to do it. That brought a smile to his face.

Blood boiling, he thought back to the s.l.u.ts' attack on Nicole. They hadn't known but she was pregnant at the time. Part of him was relieved they didn't. Helen was psychotic enough yo have purposely aimed at Nicole's stomach. He knew that if he'd lost his babies, or they were harmed in any way, he would have hunted down and beaten each s.l.u.t to death without a second thought or any remorse. When Nicole had woken and was told what the punishment was for Helen and the others, she decided it was enough and to let them go. He wondered if that would have been different if she'd found out about the pregnancy before giving her decision. For him, it would never be enough for what they did, but Nicole encouraged him to put it behind him. He couldn't quite yet but he didn't let on to Nicole how he felt.

Nicole cuddled closer to him in her sleep and pressed her stomach to his bringing him back from his dark thoughts. His first instinct was to pull away to give her room but he was loving being so close to his babies. He wished they were kicking already so he could feel them. Them! He still couldn't believe he would have three children in six months. The doc had told them they would be identical, how the f.u.c.k was he going to tell them apart? It's a shame tattoos were out of the question. The little scamps were going to drive him crazy. He remembered a pair of twins in his fifth grade cla.s.s who used to constantly swap names and f.u.c.k with the teachers, and he was going to have to deal with three! He hoped Nicole had some ideas because his mind kept drifting back to tattoos.

He secretly hoped they were boys, no way did he want three identical girls as pretty as their mother. Any little s.h.i.t trying to go after his girls would be getting a rude awakening, no one would ever be good enough for them. They would be the Fallen MC princesses and have a lot of over protective 'uncles.' If they were girls he prayed they were grew to be flat chested and dorky, with faces only a father could love. He knew with Nicole's beauty, that would never be the case.

His mind was spinning with all the things he needed to do. They needed a proper home for a start. There was no way his old lady and their kids were going to go without. He had plenty of money to see that it happened. G.o.d knows what else babies needed, he was going to leave that to Nicole and the other old ladies. He knew for sure that Shel and Jewel would be over the moon at the news and he'd never heard them turn down a chance to shop. He laughed to himself as he imagined what h.e.l.l Jewel would be putting Hollywood through later. She'd been asking for kids since Shel had Rod four years ago and now with Nicole pregnant, Hollywood would be under all sorts of pressure.

Glancing at the clock he saw it was time to get up and ready to go down to the bar. He couldn't wait to tell his brothers their news. He felt jittery for the first time in his life. He roused Nicole with small kisses to her eyes and lips.

"Wake up baby. We gotta get down to the bar. We've got a big announcement to make." Her eyes were still tight shut as a beaming smile spread across her face. "I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick while you get dressed. Don't fall back to sleep, baby or I'll have to wake you up another way." He gently grabbed her plump a.s.s and dipped his head to give a slow lick to one of her nipples.

She moaned and then giggled. "What kind of incentive is that?" She said as she stretched and squinted her eyes open. He chuffed and gave her a.s.s a light slap, enjoying the jiggle before reluctantly leaving the bed. His b.o.n.e.r would have to wait for later.

Leaving the bathroom, he was stopped in his tracks by the vision before him. Nicole was wearing what she wore any other day; jeans and a tank but it was the addition that made him pause. She was wearing the Fallen vest he had given her just that morning. A rush of heat filled him and his c.o.c.k swelled and instantly ached to be inside her wet folds. Seeing her draped in her vest with the Fallen patch and his name woke something primal in him. He'd marked her for his own. This was his woman. He stalked towards her. Laying one hand on her rounded stomach and the other gripping the nape of her neck, he a.s.saulted her mouth with long drugging kisses, drawing her taste into him. Panting he separated them and took her hand in a firm grip.

"f.u.c.k, baby. You've never looked hotter while dressed. I wish I hadn't called this meeting now. Jesus, I just wanna throw you down and f.u.c.k you until we both can't move." He groaned and buried his nose into her neck, relishing her scent. "How did I manage to get you to love me? I'm a f.u.c.ked up former gang enforcer and not worthy of you. You've made me a lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d, baby, and I'll spend the rest of my life loving you.....You've made my life worth living."

She signed into his chest and ran her hand over his heart. "I'm the lucky one, honey. You've given me everything I've ever wanted. You've given me a family. I couldn't care less about the past as long as you're my future."

They stayed still, embracing each other. Duke knew as long as he had her in his arms, he could deal with the rest of the s.h.i.t life would throw at them.

Walking into the bar, he saw everyone that mattered to him. Slam was stood right at the front with Razor, Hollywood and Prez, looking pretty smug that he knew what the others didn't. Little did he know that he was in for a surprise too. Obviously he'd been teasing Razor about the announcement because his brother looked like he was about to throw up and was twisting his hands together, which Duke knew he did when he was anxious or impatient.

He raised his hands to call for quiet. "Brothers, I've called for this informal meeting to officially tell you all that Nicole is now my old lady....." Everyone whooped or clapped interrupting the rest of his news. Razor started to walk forward with a big smile but stopped when Duke raised his hands again. "That's the very good but small news. You all expected that. The big news is Nicole is pregnant....." Whoops and hollers interrupted again and Duke was starting to get frustrated. Nicole snuggled into his side giggling at his expression. "I'm not finished!" He shouted over the mounting mayhem. He allowed himself a second to enjoy Slam's c.o.c.ky expression slip from his face. "The ma.s.sive news is.....we are having identical triplets."

No one made a noise. He was looking into a sea of shocked stares. After a couple of seconds, girly shrieks sounded from the back and brothers were pushed out of the way to admit Jewel and Shel. They rushed towards Nicole and enveloped her in a hug, rubbing her belly while happy tears fell from all three. He was drawn away from the scene when someone loudly cleared their throat.

"Are you being serious?" Razor asked, looking for all the world like he was about to pa.s.s out. Duke split from the girl-fest and clapped his brother on the shoulder.

"Sure am, man. The doc told us today, even gave us some pictures. I'll show you them later. Don't know if they're boys or girls yet. We won't find out for a couple of weeks. You ready to be an Uncle?"

A huge grin spread on Razor's face and he threw his arms around Duke. He could almost hear his ribs protesting at being squeezed so tight. In the background he heard the rest of his brother's cheer and call for drinks all round. Razor released him as everyone gave their congratulations and thumps on his back. He turned to see Razor lift Nicole and spin her in circles. His heart jumped to his throat and was just about to go nuclear when Razor gently put her down. The look on Nicole's face could only be described as radiant. He'd never seen her look so beautiful. As he looked around the bar, he took in all the smiles and laughter. This was his family and now he was adding to it. He allowed his excitement to build as he was carried to the bar by the Musketeers, amidst jokes of having super sperm. Shots were lined up. Three each to start, one for each of his babies. It was time to have a proper celebration; Fallen style.

Nicole Nicole had laughed so hard and had so many hugs tonight that she almost felt a little sore, but seeing Duke so happy and partying with his brothers made every small wince worth it. He was going to make a great daddy, she just knew it. She was walking to the apartment followed by Duke, Razor and Slam, who were propping each other up. They were meant to be helping her to get Duke into bed but at a quick glance back it was difficult to tell who was helping who.

She laughed to herself as they started to warble a song that she didn't recognise. It sounded like an old sea shanty, but they obviously didn't know all the words or were just incapable of p.r.o.nouncing them at the minute. Jesus, they were wasted. She didn't mind. Duke rarely drank to this extent, in fact she'd never seen any of them this drunk. He'd taken their news so well, far better than she would have expected and she knew a night with his brothers would help ease some of the tension she had felt coming from him earlier. He was soon to become a daddy to triplets; the man deserved a drink.

Opening the apartment door, the men stumbled through. She stood laughing as Duke made his way to their bedroom, guided and supported by the wall. Razor staggered diagonally toward the couch where he collapsed, while Slam fell onto Dukes much loved recliner. She got some blankets and pillows and made them as comfortable as she could before going into Duke. She found him star-fished on the bed with his tee half off. She could guess she wouldn't be getting that 'good lovin' he'd been promising her all night. He'd groped her every curve and shout-whispered into her ear all the things he wanted to do to her. She stripped herself and then pulled his tee the rest of the way off. Duke roused a little and was trying to put the moves on her. Unfortunately, he was nowhere near. He was trying to suck her nipple but his mouth was closer to her shoulder than her breast. She giggled when he fumbled with his jeans to release his engorged c.o.c.k shortly before he pa.s.sed out for the night. He brought a whole new meaning to 'rock out with your c.o.c.k out.' She pulled on his tee that she'd just removed, loving its warmth and smell and snuggled up to him, embracing her own sleep.

Chapter twelve.

Nicole Nicole sat in front of the mirror getting ready for her baby shower. She couldn't believe eight weeks had gone by so fast. Ever since she found out she was pregnant her belly popped out more and more each day. There was no gradual build, it seemed she woke up one morning and bam! There was this huge b.u.mp. She'd often fantasised about being pregnant, sitting rubbing her nice round b.u.mp and basking in her pregnancy glow. That s.h.i.t wasn't happening. She had no glow, unless you count the sheen from the constant layer of sweat that coated her body. Her b.u.mp was never round. It was always misshapen by one of the babies stretching or wrestling with each other. The brothers found it fascinating as it was always moving and laughed when she shouted at her belly for them to "settle down," "stop it" or "you're so grounded when you get out of there!"

The day they found out what they were having was one of the best days of her life so far. She'd never seen Duke so ecstatic. The doctor had scanned her while they waited impatiently for the news. Duke had nearly climbed on the bed in his attempt to get a closer look at the monitor. And then the moment came.

"Well, everything is fine. You're very healthy Nicole and your sons are a good size for sixteen weeks."