Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 72: A Rude Wake-Up Call

*Rose*

Kelly sits by the window, singing a tune that I recognize from my childhood. It talks about the silver moon and her flashing stars helping her look down on children. The moon guides their journey, and the stars light up their path. Kelly’s red hair looks like a flame as the light from outside hits it from different angles.

“I am not a very good singer, but I will be singing the babies' lullabies when they are born. I would like them to get to know their aunt's voice now before they’re born.” She turns to look at me as I sit on the bed, my back propped up by some scattered cushions. “Did you know that babies can hear your voice from the womb? Their vocabulary is actually developed from there.”

I smile at her as she gazes at me with starry eyes. Kelly has been reading so many baby and birthing books, one would swear she’s the one carrying the babies. Since the sad poisoning of the chef, she has taken it upon herself to check on me regularly. If not for the Alphas sleeping in my room, she would have gladly had a small mattress moved in with me. I appreciate her, and her care for me and all the babies tugs at my heart like a guitarist adjusting his instrument’s pitch.

“You will be the best aunt in the world,” I assure her.

She jumps up from where she sits and walks toward me. “May I?” she asks, gesturing to my belly.

I nod, and she puts her ear to my belly.

“Do you feel them moving?” she asks.

“Not yet,” I say. I think I glimpse a look of disappointment, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared.

“The doctor said it’s just a matter of days before you start feeling their movement and kicks. Please call me the moment you feel the first kick. Whose baby do you think will throw the first punch in there?” she asks.

I giggle. “Umm, maybe Tristan’s.”

She joins in my little laugh. “Right? I think so too. I am sure Eli’s baby will just be watching the others playing and thinking they’re a bit much. Mark’s baby will be warning them about causing Mommy too much pain. Reece’s little one will be writing and practicing poetry inside there. Maybe you should read some poetry to them.”

The prospect of the different personalities all these babies will have is endearing. I swallow and wish I would be able to watch them grow into their individual selves, but I know I’ll have to give them up as soon as they’re born. My heart aches at the realization that I am still going to lose my children to someone else, but I choose to swallow the bitterness of these thoughts about the future.

There’s a knock on the door. Kelly grabs a golf club she put under my bed in case of danger and walks to the door.

“Who is it? If you plan to harm us, just be warned, we’re armed.”

I chuckle. Kelly is really protective, although I wonder if the golf club could do much to protect us.

“It’s me, Eli,” a voice answers from the other side of the door.

“Eli who?” Kelly asks and turns her head toward me. She winks and sticks her tongue out.

“Eli ‘will knock you on the head if you don’t open up.’”

“Eli ‘will knock you on the head if you don’t open up,’ who?”

The door knob is jiggled from the other side, and since it’s not locked, the door swings open.

“Huh! I didn’t say come in. What if we were naked showing each other our butt cracks?”

Eli frowns at his sister. “Women show each other their butt cracks?”

Kelly nods. “Why do you think we always go to the bathroom in groups? We’re showing each other our butt cracks and giving ratings and reviews.”

“That’s weird and disgusting. Is that true?” Eli scrunches up his face and peers at me.

I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from laughing out loud. “Uh-huh!” I nod my head.

Eli looks at me for a while before shifting his gaze to Kelly. “Women are strange.”

“‘Interesting’ is the word you are looking for, brother.”

Eli walks over and sits beside me on the bed. “How are you?” He lays a palm on my belly and smiles.

“I’m okay, and you? Did you guys sort out the whole spanking Emily saga?”

Kelly rushes toward us. “Wait! Spanking who and what?”

“Mark was trying to get Emily to tell him something, so he spanked her,” I clarify.

Kelly frowns at me before turning to Eli. “Mark spanked Emily? Like, literally spanked her?”

Eli nods.

“I don’t think it’s a good thing to spank people,” I say.

“A little spanking can be good if done properly. I’m just glad Mark gave her what she deserves,” Kelly say.

I can see Eli giving his sister a stern look.

“Well, when my mother spanked me, it couldn’t be labeled as good. To her, it meant I had done a bad thing,” I answer.

“Yeaahhh, that’s it. Spanking naughty kids. And that is exactly what Mark was doing. Spanking a very bad, bad Emily.” Kelly’s tone changes as she says that, which makes me raise a brow. Why was she sing-speaking?

“Exactly. Mark spanked a horrible girl to get information,” Eli says.

“So, what information did he get from her?” I ask. I’m really curious to see if Emily was so hurt by the beating that she gave Mark the information he was looking for.

“Not much. It seemed Emily’s ass is hard as a rock, just like her heart. She didn’t tell him anything despite the hard spanking.”

“Aww. So it was all for nothing. Did she at least confess to killing the chef?”

“Not exactly, but we already know that she did it.”

I wring my hands and worry my bottom lip. “Do you think she’ll try to kill me again?”

“If she tries to lay a finger on your pretty head, that will be the last thing she ever does,” said Eli. “Besides, you have your own mini-army looking out for you. You have your own personal Captain Kelly Sparrow armed and dangerous with a vicious golf club right here. Honestly, though, you don’t have to ever worry.”

Kelly raises the golf club and mimics a striking motion. “You should see the damage I can do with a heel too.”

Eli flinches when she mentions the heel, and I can’t help but giggle.

“Do you want to go get some fresh air, Rose?” Eli suggests. “Remember, you still need to get those step counts in for your daily walk.”

I nod. The fresh air was always magical and calming. He helps me get my shoes on and holds my hand as I get up from the bed. As we walk down the hallway, I see Mark, Reece, and Tristan coming from the opposite direction.

Mark raises his hand at me, waves, and smiles. I smile and wave back. I really miss him and wonder why he hasn’t been to my room. Is he repulsed by my protruding belly and weight gain?

As we walk toward each other, I feel someone shoving roughly past me. The person pushes me so hard that I almost lose my balance. I grab at my belly protectively, praying that if I fall, I don’t fall on my stomach. Eli steadies me as he curses underneath his breath. “The little witch!”

I look up to see Emily walking hastily in front of us toward the Alphas, dressed in leather underwear. Her butt is hanging out loosely from the skimpy leather material that is doing nothing to cover her up. The middle part of her leather garment is clumsily wedged in between her butt cheeks. Maybe if she was nicer, she would have friends to check out her butt crack and tell her she had a serious wedgie.

She heads toward Mark and grabs his arm. “Oh, Marky-Mark. My sugar boo. Why did you have to chase down that stupid Alpha Eli who disturbed our session? You left me hanging, daddy. I’m still wet for your lovely big cock. I’m willing to please you like you asked, since the dirty Breeder can’t give you the sex you need anymore.” With that, she looks back over her shoulder at me with snake-like eyes.

So, my suspicions were true? Mark hadn’t come to be with me because he was repulsed by me? Now he was choosing Emily over me. He had used and discarded me like a piece of tissue. How could I have been so stupid?

I feel a stabbing pain in my chest. My vision is blurry, and it isn’t because of the tears. My legs feel like jelly under me, and I can feel them giving out from under me. Suddenly, everything turns white, and I slump into nothingness.