Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℱℴ𝓊𝓇

It's late into the afternoon when we arrive back at our home in Los Angeles, with my appointment booked with Dr. Stacey tomorrow to have an ultrasound and check up we decided it would be best to come home tonight instead of tomorrow morning.

In Bryan's words 'I don't want you having the additional stress of rushing around in the morning to get ready for the appointment at 3 pm.'  I don't even know what's happened to my sense of responsibility or planning but I am so happy that Bryan thought ahead and took the decision from me. If I have learnt anything over the past couple of days it's that I have become very indecisive. Bryan loves it as it means he can take some more control that I'm handing over to him and I fucking love that he does it without hesitation.

I'm just stepping into the entryway of our house with Bryan following behind with our bags when I am pulled into a bone-crushing hug. Strong arms lock around my sides before I am pulled off my feet.

'I'm sorry for upsetting you the other night' Chris apologises, as he whispers some more hushed details about why he called Bryan and not me. The more he talks the more intense the frown on my face becomes. I know I kinda had a tantrum over how things went down but listening to Chris apologise about it now has me confused. I hadn't told him I had been upset...

To anyone other than us who know it's the pregnancy hormones I gave the impression that I was pissed at him. I make a mental note to explain this situation in detail once the news about our little whisp is announced.

Eventually, when Chris still hasn't released his hold on me nor put me down, Bryan growls at his younger brother in warning as he closes the door and puts our bags down.

'Put her down before you hurt her' The grumble in his voice sent delicious sparks to the apex of my thighs. Damn him with his panty creaming voice.

Hesitantly, Chris places me back onto the floor and releases me from his grasp, a frown similar to my earlier one plastered on his face. I can see his brain working in overdrive to solve whatever the route cause of his brother's behaviour but he's not going to figure it out.

My protective man is working overtime to keep his wife and baby safe and sadly it was his younger brother that pushed him over the edge this time.

'What's got your boxers in a knot? It was only a hug.' he grumbles back at him, oblivious to Bryan's death glare as she steps up behind me and pulls me into the safety of his protective arms.

Whilst the brothers glare at each other in some sort of stand off for control I turn around to face Bryan. Standing onto my tippy toes so I can press my lips to his cheek, whispering 'I'm going to take my bag up'

I break free from him and step to the side and then behind him to where my bag is on the ground. Crouching down I reach for the bag, just as my fingers touch the fabric strap another hand reaches down and grasps it. Tentatively I glance to my side and see Bryan. We both straightened up, my eyes locked on his face with a silent question. He answers with a look of his own, one that is both a warning and a don't be silly, your pregnant.

I know I shouldn't react, I know I should just leave it and head upstairs but my emotions get the better of me and I instantly feel a wave of anger.

'Seriously?' I pout, crossing my arms over my chest. 'I can carry my fucking bag, babe' I whine, reaching across him again in an attempt to reclaim my bag.

'No' he spits back, removing any room for negotiations or bratty behaviour from me.

With my wave of anger fading, I decided to let it go. But, not before growling back at him and stomping upstairs. Ignoring both Chris and Bryan who are shouting behind me. I'm done with them right now.