Page 57 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

"We're not having an arranged marriage. Why do you want to marry me, Sam?”

“Because I know.”

“Know what?”

"That you’re the one.”

That has me blinking up at him in surprise, unable to believe what he’s saying. “You realize that’s a crazy thing to say about someone you barely know, right?”

At least he smiles. “Yes. But I guess I’m a crazy romantic.”

I open my mouth to say something else, but then I notice a familiar truck speeding into my parking lot and two of the other men hopping out. They both jog up the staircase as we watch them, and I only manage to take a few breaths before they reach us.

“Please tell me we got here before he said something stupid,” Adam asks.

I lean against the doorway. “Well, he just asked me to marry him, so define stupid.”

Adam’s eyes grow wide as saucers, and he looks to Sam, who shrugged carelessly.

“I apologize,” Adam says. “We should have had him committed a long time ago, but we held off on it because of our affection toward him."

"It's not all his fault." I focus on Jake. “You were supposed to keep it a secret.”

“Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck in discomfort. “I should have warned you that I’m not really the best at keeping secrets.”

“I bet. It took you all of what? Six days?”

“It only took him a couple of hours to tell me,” Adam says, and I roll my eyes as Jake smiles.

And then he stops smiling when I throw up my hands. “Okay, well, I guess everyone knows now, so here's the truth. Yes, I'm pregnant, and yes, it's most likely one of yours."

“Have you made up your mind on what you're going to do?”

“I’m keeping it,” I say. “When I give birth, then we can have a DNA test and decide who’s the father, but until then, I don’t really need any of you around me.”

Adam's nostrils flare, and he works his jaw.

“I don’t think we can accept that," he says, and I raise my eyebrow.

“Youdon’t think you can accept that? And who told you that I was asking your permission?”

"Settle down, Tiger,” Jake says with a grin. “He’s not saying that he's going to impose himself. Adam's just a control freak, but what he's trying to say is that I don't think we can just sit back while you handle this whole pregnancy on your own."

"Why not? None of you wanted kids, right?"

Adam doesn't say anything, and Jake purses his lips in thought.

Sam says, "I want kids."

"You do?"

"Yes. I just...I never thought I would be a good father because of my issues."

"What issues?"

When Sam doesn’t immediately answer, Jake goes in with, "He means he has a tendency to obsess over things and go into his basement studio and not come out for weeks."

"You do that?" I ask, and he blushes as he nods.