Page 108 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

“Absolutely.”

“Two is too much chocolate.” Scott held up his fingers, a graham cracker between them. “The graham cracker–”

“Scott, honey.” Daphne interrupted him. “No one cares if it’s too much chocolate.”

“But the graham will break.” Scott pushed his glasses up his nose.

Daphne made her way over to Scott, taking the graham cracker from him. “Let me prove it to you.”

“There’s no such thing as too much chocolate.” I added my voice to the mix.

Scott looked to Leo for support.

Leo raised both hands. “I’m not getting involved.”

“Smart man.” Dad pointed the tongs at Leo and moved the smoldered hot dogs to a platter.

Misha, who had followed Luka across the yard, sat in the grass beside him and helped sort marshmallows.

Luka giggled. “There’s no such thing as too much chocolate.”

Scott threw a marshmallow at Misha, who caught it without looking and popped it into his mouth.

Dad finished the food, and we ate dinner and dessert as the sky shifted from blue to a pinkish purple that stretched as far as I could see.

Luka chased fireflies with Misha and Bella until the kids ran out of breath. Then Misha scooped one under each arm and ran them around the yard while making airplane noises.

Mom sat on the porch swing with Daphne’s baby on her chest, rocking and humming the lullaby I remembered from my childhood. The same one I’d sung to Luka.

Dad joined her, gripping the chain holding the swing up and increasing the momentum with a push from his foot.

I stayed on the corner of the porch, my hip against the railing as the joy built until it spilled over.

Leo walked over to stand beside me.

Viktor came to my other side, and they locked arms behind my back, cocooning me in their presence.

Misha lowered Luka and Bella to the ground and walked toward me. He stopped in front of me, gripping the porch railing with both hands and tipping his head back with a smile.

Dirt covered the knees of his jeans and no doubt had ruined his expensive shoes.

He nodded at me, that smile I adored showing up and stealing my heart all over again.

I hadn’t told a soul, but something told me Misha already knew, especially when he winked and literally leaped over the railing to stand beside me with Viktor and Leo.

“I have something to tell everyone.” I took a breath and faced my parents.

Kids and siblings ignored me, and I set my hands on my hips in my best imitation of Mom. “Hey.” I raised my voice. “I have something to say.”

The yard quieted bit by bit. Tommy looked up from his crouch beside Luka. Scott and Daphne turned from their chairs.

My heart turned into a jackrabbit. I licked my lips and pressed my hand flat against my sternum. Like that would help. Sheesh.

“So.” I looped my arms around my men and smiled. “I found out this week that we’re going to have a baby.”

The back yard exploded with the kind of chaos that made my family incredible and legendary around town.

Daphne screamed, flapping her hands around her mouth and throwing herself across the porch and into my arms. “I knew it. I knew something was different about you today.” She pulled back and held me at arm’s length. “Oh, my God, Peyton. I’m so happy for you.”