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“Give him to me,” Asher says and gets up to get his son. “Seriously, Dyl, you fought?”
“What’s this, a therapy group?” I mutter testily. “If we’re gonna hold hands and sing, let me grab a beer first.”
“No singing,” Tyler says, and grins like a wolf. “But you gotta spill. Did you ask her to marry you and she refused? Told ya.”
“Shut up.”
Because that’s exactly what I’m afraid will happen.
“Yeah, Ty, shut up.” Asher shoots me a shrewd look. “You haven’t asked her yet, have you, Dylan?”
“Not yet,” I admit. “I just dunno if she wants it.”
“How the hell will you know without asking her? Do you guys even talk?”
I groan and hang my head. “I don’t know how to ask her. I thought she’d mention something with you guys getting married and having babies right and left, but she never said a word about it. And why would she? She’s already living with me and my brothers, and—” Miles has looked up and I drop my voice. “And she loves them, but what if she doesn’t want anything more?”
“And why do you?”
The question takes me by surprise. I stare at Asher who’s kissing his son’s forehead, and remember a time—feels like centuries ago—when I told him to stay away from Audrey, that he’s not good enough for her. And here he is, happy with her, and he can read me better than I do myself.
“I need your help,” I blurt. “Both of you. How did you propose and get your girls to agree?”
Tyler and Asher exchange a long look.
“When Auds got pregnant, it made sense.” Asher shrugs.
“Same here. We already had Jax, and then Erin got pregnant again, so I decided it was time,” Tyler says.
“So what, I’m supposed to get Tessa pregnant before proposing?” I practically wail with frustration. “Goddammit.”
“Well, that’s one way,” Tyler says, and bites his lip not to laugh.
Bastard.
“Or you can just take her out and propose,” Asher says, his eyes bright with mirth.
“Better still if it’s a surprise party or something,” Tyler muses. “Girls dig that. I’ve seen it on YouTube.”
“You have?” Asher arches a brow.
“I did research on how to propose to Erin. I wasn’t going in unprepared. But then she showed me the positive pregnancy test, and it all just flew out the window. I asked her on the spot if she’d marry me. It worked.”
Damn.
“Will you guys help me organize this surprise thing, then?”
Asher frowns. “The girls are better at this. You could ask—”
“I’m not fucking asking the girls,” I grind out.
This is uncomfortable and embarrassing enough as it is, without involving the other sex. I haven’t felt so out of my element since I was six and kissed a girl in my class who then proceeded to cry her eyes out and tell everyone I had cooties.
“Okay. We’ll help you.” Tyler nods. “What are bros for?”
I wipe my hands down my sides. Right. “Thanks, guys.”
“You didn’t answer Asher’s question.”
