Kayden

I paused to watch her go up the stairs, admiring her cute ass bouncing up the steps. She was always willing to show me how much she loved me, us, even after all that she'd been through with her family. She was strong when she was young, just trying to survive without them. Brave to take the leap and move with Brady and his wife Sarah all the way to another state where we would meet—and she would fall for me and my brothers. She was a warrior before she ever became my Queen, but that's what she was to me. A Queen in modern clothing. Glancing back at my task when the buzzer for the stove went off, I loaded the pizza inside the hot oven and grinned. Hopefully, she’d be a naked Queen when I got upstairs.

Letting the pizza do its thing, I flew up the stairs. I heard the shower turn on—it wasn't the only one getting turned on—and stomped into our bedroom with purpose as I tore off my shirt.

The fabric of my jeans tightened as I imagined Faith waiting for me all wet and... my head tilted back on a groan with that image flooding my mind, and I began to struggle with my jeans.

Once naked, I slipped inside with her and saw her grabbing the blue bar of soap, lathering it up. I dipped my head to kiss her shoulder as my arms curled around her waist to pull her back against me.

“Did you have a good day?” I whispered against her skin, reaching around to take the soap from her.

She relaxed against my touch, her head rolling to the side. “Mmhm.”

So fuckin’ sweet.

I soaped up her back and shoulders before rounding on her front. "Do you even know how sexy as fuck you are? Perfect for me."

She shuddered at my words, and I loved that I could make her feel this way.

I lathered up her stomach and hips, whispering what I'd do to her, and her hand reached down to brush against my cock.

I was already rock hard and ready.

So was she.

I dropped the soap, turned her around, and slid my aching cock between her sudsy thighs as my mouth dropped to hers. “Kayden." My name was a whisper on her lips. Her grip tightened on me. She was close. I crushed her hips to mine, feeling her clit against my shaft.

She went wild.

Tearing her mouth from mine, she groaned. "Fuck."

I chuckled. "Yes. We'll do that and more.”

I lifted her against the shower wall, letting the heat surround us, and slid home into her warm softness. “Faith,” I gasped when her softness closed around me. “Sweetcheeks.” She was on fire.

I glided back in, where I wanted to bathe myself in her heat. Where I belonged and waited until the first flutters of an orgasm milked me and let go.

“Love you,” came her sweet, soft sigh that went straight to my heart.

I kissed her collarbone and whispered it back. Never would anyone get to the place in my heart that she had. My Sweetcheeks. My Queen.

She fell asleep right after eating pizza, and Tyler and Lincoln still weren't home.

I left her in our bed and headed down the stairs to wait up for them. I wanted to let them know about what Faith and I had talked about today. About me taking her to the doctor’s next week. Faith seemed a little disappointed that they hadn't made it back in time for dinner. It wasn't that late, I didn't think.

I grabbed my phone from my bag. There were two messages. One from Tyler and one from Lincoln. Going over to Faith's bag, I found her phone with the same messages. It was a group text. That was the reason we didn't get it. We were too busy with... other things to worry about where our phones were. And when the guys didn't show, I’d brought up the pizza so we could eat in bed. Faith had promptly fallen asleep after eating.

I took her phone and mine up to the bedroom to charge and then picked up the clothes on the bedroom floor and tossed them into our ever-growing pile of dirty laundry on the bathroom floor.

That reminded me of the charts we were going to do. And the date nights. We should really take a day and go over some of those things. Like appliances while we were at it.

We only had one small couch and a chair in our makeshift living room. Not nearly enough space for all of us to sit. Faith ended up on someone's lap—always. That's how it should be.

I made my way downstairs and grabbed the last two pieces of pizza, knowing that Tyler probably stopped by our parents’ house and grabbed leftovers. Knowing Mom, she'd pack enough in it for Lincoln too.

Taking a bite of the pizza, I caught a gooey part and wrinkled my nose. Yuck. A stove had to be top priority, even if Faith couldn't cook. We still needed it for frozen pizzas.

I leaned back against the countertop in my grey socks and flannel pj pants, eating half-cooked pizza, waiting on my brothers to get home.

Lincoln was the first to walk through the door, dusting the fallen snow out of his hair. I met him out in the living room. He gave me a quick glance before taking his coat off. "She asleep?"

"Yeah."

He eyed me again, unwrapping his scarf. "And you're not up there with her?"

I shrugged, turning around and making my way back into the kitchen. "I wanted to talk with you and Tyler."

He followed me, and I took my stance right where I had been leaning against the counter.

Lincoln eyed my pizza. "Any left for me?"

I shook my head. "Tyler's bringing Mom's leftovers home. You can have that when he gets here."

"So you let Faith, who is pregnant with our child, eat pizza for dinner?" He frowned, tossing a hand at the stove. "Why didn't you order takeout?"

I shrugged. "Because we got busy and it's pizza?"

His eyes stayed on me for a second before he grunted and walked toward the fridge.

Who pissed in his coffee?

I watched him pull out one of Faith’s cherry Dr. Peppers and pop the top. "Don't let Faith know you're stealing those."

He paused with the can midway to his mouth. His lips twitched before he answered, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Then took a gulp.

I huffed. "What has your panties in a twist, huh? Did someone break your favorite pencil?"

He shook his head, setting the can down on the ugly countertop, and walked out of the kitchen. "I'm going to check on our wife. I'll be back down to chat when Tyler gets here."

I watched him head up the stairs and sighed when he was out of sight. Something had him upset. What the fuck it was, I had no clue.

The front door creaked open a little while later and Tyler came into the kitchen with a casserole dish just like I thought he would. He spared me a glance and a 'hey' as he put the dish on the countertop. "Tater Tot casserole." He nodded to the stairs. "She asleep?"

Walking over to the dish, I lifted the tin foil and let my mouth water as the delicious smell wafted upward. "Yeah, Lincoln's up there with her.” I took out a fork from the utensil drawer and scooped up a bite.

"She eat?"

"Hm-mm."

"What did she eat?"

The sound of footsteps on the stairs padding downward let me know Lincoln was joining us.

"She had pizza."

"Pizza?" Tyler echoed as if he didn't hear me the first time.

My gaze shot his way to find him glaring at me. "What?"

A slight sting met the back of my head as Lincoln passed by and took my fork. "What’s wrong with giving our pregnant wife pizza after you've sexed her up? The fact that she needs more than damn pizza while she's eating for two. You should have ordered out. Or at least taken her to Mom's so she could feed her."

Rubbing the back of my head, I let out an exasperated sigh. “Sorry.”

Tyler grabbed plates from the cabinet and handed one to Lincoln before starting to dish up food. “You’re probably hangry. Eat some damn food and we’ll all talk.”

Lincoln grinned and took the plate. “Fine.”

I exited the kitchen and paused at the stairs to listen for any rustling from upstairs. All seemed quiet. I moved on to the living room and plopped down in the chair, leaving the small couch for them.

Tyler and Lincoln came in, sitting down with food in hand, and got comfortable.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Tyler asked first before he took a bite of his food.

I sank down into my seat. “Apparently, Faith has a doctor's appointment next week?”

Both of them lifted their heads with wide eyes and froze, then looked to one another before coming back to me

“Aw, fuck,” Lincoln cursed, his gaze meeting mine.

Tyler had similar sentiments. “Sorry, she made the appointment when you were gone. We forgot to text you.”

I sighed, nodding. “I know. Didn't find out until this afternoon when I was picking her up from work. It was a surprise to her that I didn't know, and she felt bad about it.” My lips curled up at the sides. “So bad that she said I could be the one to take her to her first appointment.”

Lincoln's eyes went wide. I knew he wanted to be there for her first appointment so he could ask all the questions he had. Hell, we all had them.

Lincoln set his plate aside and leaned forward on the couch, drawing my full attention. Tyler also paused his eating and was currently speechless.

“Wait,” Lincoln finally got out. “Why can't we all go?”

Tyler, the voice of reason, answered, “Because, even though we’re all together, some people won’t be as accepting of our relationship. It’s not a widely known thing to have more than one husband. We still need to be cautious when presenting our relationship to others.”

Lincoln uttered a low, “Fuck,” before sitting back. “People are going to have to get used to it around here.”

Lincoln grumbled, picking his plate back up, and stood, heading to the kitchen. He muttered along the way, “This may be our first child, but definitely not our last.”

Me, being the more optimistic one, offered a suggestion. “Well then, let's find a good doctor. One that we can stick with long-term so that we don't have to be explaining the situation all the time. Let's have her confirm the pregnancy, get what she needs, and then we'll go from there.”

“Good thought.” Tyler sighed. “Honestly, I didn’t think she’d get pregnant that fast.” He got up and took the same path as Lincoln. “At least we all know to use rubber with her now, even with birth control.”

Lincoln came back and gave me a glare. “Fine, okay, one complication off the table to worry about. But I get her next appointment,” Lincoln negotiated.

Tyler came back into the living room just in time to nod in agreement. “Fine. I get the one after that.” He took a deep breath. “I also have something to say. With Faith being pregnant and all, we should hold off on the vigorous sex stuff.”

In all my life, I'd never seen my brother blush, but his face tinted pink, which could have been due to the cold. But with the timing, I think it had to do with his suggestion.

Lincoln’s gaze swung to Tyler. “Why the fuck would we do that?”

“Because it might harm the baby,” Tyler said softly. “I’ve heard stories about how lots of sex while pregnant can be harmful. I’m just... I'm just afraid to do something wrong. I mean, obviously Kayden was with her tonight, and I won't ask you details, but let's say one of us is in the shower with her and we're doing some kinky shit. What if she falls? It’s happened before. We need to be careful.”

Grunting, I realized that’s what we’d done tonight. It was slippery. I turned my head away from him, thinking about it now.

“Or how we tag team her. Some of the stuff we do, it's a lot for one woman. Let's just tone it down a notch until we can find out more information.”

“Fine,” Lincoln relented, but it sounded forced. I knew he’d ordered some stuff online for him and her. I wondered if his plans now had to take a back seat? “I guess I'll pick up a baby book and see if I can find anything in there or maybe on some website forums,” he finished.

I turned back to them with a groan. “Just text me the questions and I’ll ask them.”

“Damn right you will.” Tyler grunted. “Welcome to married life.”

“You too, asshole,” I shot back.

Lincoln left without saying anything and headed upstairs.

Standing up, I grinned. “He has the right idea. Plus, it’s too cold to be down here. Heat rises, and I’d much rather be in bed with Faith.” With that, I left Tyler to figure out if he was going to stay up to work on numbers or make the same path Lincoln and I were making.

Happy wife... Happy life.