“Shit,” Kellan mutters as he stands abruptly, his face as white as a sheet, knocking his chair down behind him. In a flash, he’s running from the room, the door slamming into the wall behind him.
“What the fuck?” Logan asks, standing as well. His worried eyes glance at me, asking questions I don’t have the answers to.
As I follow after my panicked brother, I spare a glance back at Maksim. Both him and Albert are wearing matching, satisfied grins. I’m a tad creeped out by it if I was being honest.
When the rest of us finally track Kellan down, back up on our floor of the house, my heart nearly stops beating. Kitten is standing in the middle of the family room, her hands clasped over her mouth, tears streaking down her face. Kellan sits on his knees in front of her, his head resting on her stomach, hands at her hips, fisting the material of her shirt. And he’s crying. Great, wracking sobs, crying. I suddenly have no desire to learn what’s wrong with my girl, not when the doctor of the family is on his knees crying.
Kitten notices us then, her light green eyes shining with tears, the gold lighting around her irises flaring wildly. She hiccups in laughter, smiling brightly at me. Then she says the words I never thought I’d hear.
“I’m pregnant.”
Lane Whitt is a reader turned writer who found her niche with Reverse-Harem. As an Ohio resident, she spends her summers outdoors and winters inside freezing her butt off. She likes sticking her tongue out at people from the safety of her car, ice cream, and short walks on the beach (walking in sand is hard, ya know?)
With no formal training in writing, Lane Whitt takes pride in writing in plain English for those who speak plain English.
Table of Contents
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
About the Author