Maya Banks - Colters’ Woman

He stared at her in stunned silence. Then he hugged her to him again. He buried his face in her hair and stroked her back. He reached between them to palm her abdomen again as if he couldn’t quite believe the evidence in front of him.

“Our baby,” he whispered.

He tugged her to the couch and sat down. He reached for her hands and pulled her down until she straddled his lap. Then he placed both hands on her stomach, a look of wonder in his eyes.

He looked back up at her, and his hands traveled over the arm that had been broken then up to where the knife wound had torn her chest.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Now that I’m here,” she added.

He reached up and framed her face in his large hands then pulled her down to kiss him.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said hoarsely.

Tears slid down her cheeks. “I missed you too.”

A noise across the room had her jerking her head in that direction. She tensed as she saw Adam and Ethan standing in the doorway to the living room.

Ethan’s face split into a wide smile, but Adam stared in brooding silence. Her heart flipped and her stomach dropped. He hadn’t forgiven her for leaving.

She shakily crawled back off Ryan’s lap and stood, her fingers wrapped tightly together.

Adam took a step forward. “Promise me.” He stared directly at her, his eyes penetrating every layer of her skin. “Promise me you’ll never do anything so completely stupid again. Swear to me you’ll never leave us again.”

She flew to him, throwing herself into his arms. He caught her tightly against him. He held her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her hair, leaving his lips there for a long moment.

When she pulled away, she found herself tugged into Ethan’s arms.

“Welcome home, doll.”

He kissed her lingeringly then hugged her again.

“Do you have something you want to tell us?” Adam asked, his eyes drifting to her stomach.

She smiled. “You’re going to be fathers.”

Ethan let out a whoop and twirled her around the living room.

“Put her down, dumbass,” Ryan said sourly. “She doesn’t need you throwing her around like a sack of grain.”

Ethan set her down and molded his hand to her belly.

“Are you hungry? Want me to fix you something to eat?”

“I’m starving,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to stop even for a moment until I got here.”

They herded into the kitchen and Adam sat Holly down at the bar. He settled in beside her, his hand caressing her back.

“What happened?” he asked softly.

She let out her breath in a sigh. “It went faster than we all thought. Mason showed no sign of cooperating even with my damning statement. Then the night before the trial was set to start, he entered into a plea bargain with the district attorney. He pleaded guilty and forewent the trial.”

“And he’s no longer a threat?” Ryan asked.

She shook her head. “He’ll be in jail for a long time.”

“You did a brave thing, baby,” Adam said. “I’m pissed that you did it, but it took incredible courage on your part.”

She gave him a sad smile. “I missed you all so much. I was so lonely without you.”

Adam hugged her to him. “You’ll never be without us again, baby. That I promise.” He glanced down at her belly. “When did you know?”

She looked down, not sure she should answer truthfully. He nudged her chin up until she looked at him once more.

“You knew before you left.”

She nodded. “It was such a shock. Amidst all the blood loss, the injuries, when they got routine lab work back, they told me I was pregnant. They fully expected me to miscarry, but I didn’t.”

She paused before continuing. “I knew…I knew if I told you, that you would never let me go. And I knew I had to do what I did to protect you and our baby.”

Ethan set a plate in front of her along with a glass of milk. She wrinkled her nose. “Milk?”

“For the baby,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “I hate milk.”

“Drink up,” he said with a grin. “You need it and so does the little one.”

She smiled, allowing her full joy to roll through her. She was home. It was almost as if she’d never left. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she smiled harder.

Adam reached over and thumbed the wetness away.

“Not a day has passed that we haven’t thought about you. Worried about you. Cursed you,” he added with a wry grin. “Welcome home, baby,” he said in a more serious tone. He bent over and pressed a kiss to her belly. “Welcome home, baby Colter.”

“My divorce is final,” she whispered.

“And don’t think we’re going to wait another day to make you ours,” Ethan commented as he sat down across the bar from her.

A tingle snaked its way up Holly’s spine. “What does that mean exactly?”

“It means we’re going down to the clerk’s office tomorrow and getting a license. A judge friend of ours will perform the ceremony. He’s aware of our situation. While you’ll legally be wed to me, he’s willing to arrange the ceremony to accommodate your commitment to all of us,” Adam spoke up.

Holly stared at them for a long moment then felt her heart swell until she feared it would burst right out of her chest. They still wanted her. Acted as though she’d never left them, hadn’t been gone nearly six months.

“I’ll really be yours,” she said in awe.

Ryan snorted. “You’ve always been ours. Make no mistake about that.”

“Will you marry us?” Adam asked, fingering her hair, wrapping the ends around his hand. “Will you stay with us always? Love us as much as we love you? Be the mother to our children?”

She stood and wrapped herself around Adam as tightly as she could. She hugged his neck to her and held on for dear life.

“I love you so much,” she whispered. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Ethan let out a whoop and Ryan sat back on his chair, folding his arms across his chest in a gesture of supreme satisfaction.

Adam kissed her long and hard, leaving her breathless. For the first time in six months, she allowed herself to relax and revel in the moment.

Tomorrow she’d be legally, emotionally, completely belonging to the three brothers, and more importantly, they would belong to her.

Life was full of ironies. Only in running from a past riddled by mistakes, had she found a future so perfect, so bright that she still had trouble believing it was her reality.

“Anyone want to play Monopoly?” she asked.

Only later, as they sat on the porch watching the sun go down over the mountains, did Holly wrap herself in the comfort that she was indeed home. For the first time since her parents’ death, she felt a sense of belonging.

Adam reached over to take her hand, his thumb massaging her palm. “I love you, baby.”

She smiled. “I love you, too.” Her gaze drifted to Ethan and Ryan, both of whom wore relaxed, easy expressions. “I love all of you.”

Ethan smiled. “We know, doll. After all, you came back to us.”

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