“You want to discharge from the Army?” I ask, surprised by this revelation. No, I don’t know Colton as much as I do Chase, but I always got the impression he was a lifer in the military. Yet, on the other hand, I can see him stepping up and doing what’s right by Milo, and that includes a possible career change.
“If the test comes back confirming what we already know, then yes, I’ll be taking my discharge papers. I’ve missed more than a month of this little guy’s life. I don’t want to miss anymore.” His eyes hold a hint of nervousness with that adoration. Even in the darkened room, I can see the smile on his face as he looks at his son.
“And we’ll help,” Chase says, taking my hand in his. “Anything you need, we’re here for you.” I nod my agreement.
“I appreciate it. I have no clue what the fuc—I mean, what the heck I’m doing,” he responds.
“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need.”
Colton runs a hand down his tired face. “Yeah, but just for a bit. I guess I need to find my own place. I usually just stay with Mom and Dad when I’m on leave, but as much as I love them, I don’t want to move in with a kid, even though I’m sure she’d be a tremendous help.”
“I can’t say I blame you there,” Chase agrees, finishing off his beer. “Gabby’s sister has been watching Milo during the day.”
“Gwen was a preschool teacher until she had her daughter. She’s amazing with little kids,” I add.
“I, uh, God, there’s so much to consider. I guess I’m going to have to get a job, so I’ll need childcare. Do you think Gwen will continue to watch him?” Colton asks.
“I can’t speak for her, but I would think so. She’s fallen fast for that little guy,” I tell him, swallowing hard. “We all have.”
Colton looks up, understanding in his eyes as he watches his brother. “You thought he was yours. I’m sure it was hard when you found out the results.”
I tuck my head against his shoulder and hug Chase tightly. “It was,” Chase whispers, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating against me.
“I’m sorry,” Colton responds.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I’m just glad… I’m just happy that little guy is staying in our family. He became a Callahan in just these two short weeks.”
Colton nods. “I still can’t believe it. I mean, I don’t even remember that night,” he mumbles, looking back at the baby. He moves him up his chest and places a kiss on the crown of his head.
I yawn. “I’m going to get my fiancée to bed,” Chase boasts, helping me to stand.
“Fiancée?” Colton whispers, surprised.
“I still have to put a ring on her finger, but Gabby has agreed to be my wife.” I feel his gaze on me, which has me looking his way. “And, we’re having a baby,” Chase confirms. Even though his mom knows, we didn’t get the chance to share our news with his family at dinner. All conversations were about Colton and Milo.
The brothers smile at each other. “Look at you, all domesticated and shit,” Colton teases.
“Yeah, well, the same could be said for you,” Chase retorts, nodding down at Milo.
“Touché, little brother, touché.”
Together, we all make our way up the stairs, Chase making sure the doors are locked as we go. When we reach the top of the stairs, Colton stops and turns our way. I lean forward and place a soft kiss on Milo’s cheek. He stirs a little but snuggles into his dad’s chest and falls back into a deep sleep.
“You better get a few hours of sleep, Colt. He’ll be up in a few hours, again, for more food.”
Colton groans quietly. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”
“Well, ready or not, you’re now a dad,” Chase reiterates, lightly slapping his brother on the back. Then he leans down and kisses his nephew’s chubby cheek. “See you in a few hours,” he says with a chuckle, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom.
We climb back into bed, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me tightly against his body. His chest presses into my back, his very hard cock nestled against my ass. I can’t help but wiggle against him.
Suddenly, he flips me until I’m on my back, his large, hard body hovering over mine. His kiss is gentle, at first, but it only takes a fraction of a second to go from zero to holy hell. My legs wrap around his hips as I grind against his cock, desperately needing the friction.
“You’re killing me, Gabs,” he groans, ripping his lips from my own. He adjusts his position until he’s kneeling between my legs. Chase pushes up the oversized T-shirt I stole from his closet, exposing my flat abdomen. His lips hover just over my flesh where our baby is nestled. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. You take my breath away.”