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But now? Now, I don’t want to be anywhere that isn’t with these two men. Do I think Emerson and Alistair are cruel men? It's a good possibility, but something tells me they wouldn’t be when it comes to me or our child. Plus, they said as much, making me feel better about the whole situation.
Alistair opens the door and I gasp, my eyes widening in awe as I take in the room. “Holy shit,” I whisper.
I had a nice room back home. Everything a girl like me with a good amount of money could want. But this? This room was meant for a king. Or should I say kings?
There’s a giant bed that has to be larger than a king in the middle of the room. To the right is a door that leads outside to the beach, and to the left is an open bathroom with a massive walk-in shower and jetted tub.
The wall opposite the bed has a massive flat-screen mounted to it with a little seating area made up of multiple couches in front of it.
“And don’t worry, Cupcake, you won’t have to go to the bathroom in front of us.” Alistair chuckles as I search for the toilet. He points to a door. “It’s in there with a private sink.”
“Thank god,” I mutter, more to myself. Eventually, maybe one day I could see myself peeing in front of them, but anything else, no thanks. Doesn’t matter to me how in love we are or how long we’re married, some things should just be kept private.
“Scarlett. Alistair. The doctor is here!” Emerson shouts from somewhere in the house.
“We’ll come back in here later,” Alistair says, stepping close to me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush to his body. Tilting my head back, I look up at him, my heart beating just a little faster at how handsome this man is. “I have a feeling we’ll be spending a lot of time in this room.” His words have a husky edge to it.
“Really?” I lick my lips. “And why’s that?” I ask playfully.
“Because, Cupcake.” He brushes the tip of his nose with mine and I shiver, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ve been thinking about you for two months straight. Of all the ways I want to take you. Alone and with Emerson. You left an impact on my heart, little one. I’ve been dreaming and wishing you were mine. That my dream to find a woman who can love not only me but Emerson too, who wouldn’t tear us apart, could finally come true. You could be the one to give us that. To save us from a life of secrecy. So, thank you, Cupcake. You're a godsend. And I plan on reminding you of that anytime I can.”
Maybe it’s the hormones, maybe it’s this handsome man saying all the right words, but my eyes cloud with tears, and when he reaches up, tenderly wiping them away, it almost breaks me further.
“Come on, Cupcake, let’s go make sure everything is okay with you and our baby.”
Our baby. Ours. Yesterday, I thought we were alone in this world, that I’d have to fight tooth and nail to protect the little one inside me. But now we have two men who I believe would kill to protect us.
I’m not sure how I ended up getting so lucky because being arranged to marry someone you actually like and could fall in love with is rare.
Love? Pump the brakes there, Scarlett. You don’t know these men. Let’s start at that before we’re ready to hand over our heart and trust them not to break it.
Alistair tucks me under his arm and guides me back to the living room.
A young gentleman looks up at me when I enter the room, giving me a bright smile. Emerson lets out a low rumbling growl as he gets to his feet, shooting daggers at the man. I’m going to assume by the equipment and the stethoscope around his neck that this is the doctor.
“Hello, Mrs. Rossi. I’m Doctor Morgan. I’m here to make sure you and baby are doing well.”
“Okay.” I smile. I’m a little weary of this man I don’t know, working for men who have violent tendencies, but Emerson wouldn’t trust just anyone, so I’m sure I’m in good hands. At least, I hope I am.
“Come. Lay down and we can begin the physical exam. And then afterwards, we can do the ultrasound.”
I can feel Alistair’s gaze on me while Emerson stares the doctor down as I move over to the couch. Dr. Morgan sits on the edge of the coffee table and slips on a pair of gloves. “I’m going to do a quick exam, and then we will check your height and weight.” I nod and he goes to move my shirt up.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Emerson snarls. Dr. Morgan snatches his hands back and looks up at my new husband with wide eyes.
“I-I have to, sir. Otherwise, I can’t do my exam.”
“Let the man do his job,” I huff out, shooting a glare of my own at my scary husband.
“Emerson, he needs to do this,” Alistair says softly.
“Fine,” Emerson grumbles. “But if your hands go any lower or higher, you will lose them.”
The doctor swallows hard and nods. I roll my eyes but really, my belly heats at his over-possessiveness.
With hesitant hands, the doctor does his thing. He adds a little bit of pressure as he moves his hands around on my belly. My eyes stay locked on Alistair, his on the doctor's hands.
“Everything looks good,” Dr Morgan says. “You're still early on, yes?”
