Who's Your Daddy? by Lauren Gallagher Read Free Book Online Page B

been presumptuous.
    “Of course,” I said. “Don and I are together, so it doesn’t really matter whose name is on the test result.” It didn’t technically matter. I knew that. But damn, I wanted to know.
    “Yeah, you guys are together,” she said with a sudden note of bitterness in her voice. “Whereas I guess I can say good-bye to any plans for dating anyone any time soon.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “It figures. I was actually kind of looking forward to getting back in the saddle. You know, even just getting laid once in a goddamned while. First time out, and…” She gestured at her still-flat stomach.
    Donovan and I exchanged glances. His eyebrows lifted in another unspoken question. I raised one shoulder in a parody of a shrug. His eyes darted toward her, then met mine again. Another “are you sure?” lift of the eyebrows. I nodded.
    He cleared his throat and looked at her. “Well, we’re all in this together, but you’re going to be bearing the brunt of it physically for the next several months.” He paused. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think it would be right if you were out in the cold.”
    She furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
    He glanced at me again, probably seeking reassurance before he went on, and I gave him a subtle nod. Turning his attention back to her, he said, “We’ve already established we’re all…compatible. What’s done is done, we’re all in this together, so…” He shrugged. “Who says we shouldn’t be in it together completely?”
    Her eyes widened. “Are you suggesting…”
    I moved closer to her and slid a hand over her shoulder. “If you’re comfortable with it, yes.”
    She looked at me. At him. At me again. She swallowed. “You guys are serious.”
    I nodded. “We were actually going to suggest a rematch anyway, before all of this came up.”
    “Really?”
    “Are you kidding?” Donovan trailed his fingers down her arm. “We enjoyed it, and if I’m not mistaken, you did too.”
    She laughed, her cheeks coloring a little. “I’m not going to deny that. I enjoyed it.” Her smile faded. “But, you guys have a relationship. A night of screwing around is one thing, but…this…I’d be…intruding.”
    “You’re not intruding,” he said. “We’re inviting you in.”
    “It’s just sex,” I said. “We already know we’re all compatible, we all enjoyed it, and you won’t be climbing the walls with sexual frustration between now and when the baby’s old enough for you to get out and start dating again.”
    “That,” Donovan said, “and it’s not like we’re going to knock you up or anything.”
    All three of us burst out laughing, which lessened the tension a little more.
    “So, how does this work, then?” she asked. “We’re just friends with benefits until the baby gets here?”
    “Or as long as we want to,” Donovan said.
    “We can stop if anyone wants to,” I said. “We can keep going if everyone’s comfortable. Presumably, you’re going to want to start dating again at some point, but until then? You get us.”
    “And hey,” Donovan said, “at least you know you can leave the baby with us when you do go out.”
    “Hmm.” She tried and failed not to grin. “So I get two guys in bed instead of one, and I’m pretty much guaranteed a couple of responsible adults to watch the baby when I decide I want to go out?”
    “Well, I don’t know if I’d use the phrase ‘responsible adults’,” Donovan said.
    “Not with you involved, anyway,” I said.
    “Fuck you.” To her, he said, “But otherwise, yeah.”
    “I think I like this arrangement.” She shot us each a playful grin, and behind the mischievousness, there was undeniable relief. Her shoulders had relaxed a little, and her back wasn’t so ramrod straight.
    Donovan and I exchanged another look and a subtle nod.
    Then he turned to her. Leaning closer, he slid his hand up the inside of her leg. “Well, then I guess that