Wanting the Fight (Gloves Off - Next Generation Book 3) by L.P. Dover

Author:L.P. Dover [Dover, L.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Books by L.P. Dover LLC
Published: 2022-10-24T18:30:00+00:00

I was exhausted, but in a good way. Ethan was asleep but I needed a ginger ale and some saltines to help with the nausea. I was told it would subside around the second trimester, so I was counting the days.

While I ate my crackers, I scrolled through my phone and looked at old pictures. I wanted to call Reagan and my mom and tell them the baby news, but there was no way they’d be able to keep that a secret from everyone in the group. Ethan and I had already decided to get everyone together when we returned to California and tell them all at the same time. It was going to be a madhouse. I had no doubt that my mom would want us to have a gender reveal party and everything else. The family was going to be excited when we told them it was going to be twins.

There was so much Ethan and I needed to discuss. The main thing being . . . where were we going to live. All my stuff from the apartment was at his house, but he didn’t have the privacy we needed. His place was in Venice, right on the beach where anyone and everyone could walk by. It wasn’t where I wanted our twins to live, not when the paparazzi could camp out on the beach and sneak pictures of us. So that was something I planned on talking to Ethan about soon.

Once I ate my fifth saltine cracker, I guzzled down the ginger ale and tossed the can in the trash. Hopefully, by eating the snack, I wouldn’t wake up as sick in the morning.

My body felt heavy as I walked down the hall to the bedroom. After brushing my teeth, I took off my bracelet and set it and my phone on the bedside table. The bed was warm from Ethan’s body, and it made me smile, especially when he reached over and wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand lying gently on my stomach.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured sleepily.

“Same to you.”

Closing my eyes, I could feel my body drifting off to sleep. But then, my phone vibrated on the table, jerking me awake. Who the hell would be texting me this late? It was two o’clock in the morning here in North Carolina, but back at home it would only be eleven. My agent had been known to call or text at crazy times.

Groaning, I grabbed my cell, squinting against the screen's brightness in the darkness. There was no number or name, only the word “unavailable”. I hated it when I didn’t know who it was. So many times, I would get calls with a recording saying the warranty on my car was about to expire. Always the same stupid stuff.

I slid my finger across the screen to look at the message. When I clicked on it, chills ran down my spine, and my pulse quickened. All the text said was One is the beginning. It was eerie and strange but oddly familiar.

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