Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 by Zoey Derrick

all.”  
    “Oh jeez, I’d never have been able to read them all.” I laugh.  
    “I know, that’s why you only have three,” Talon says, gesturing for me to pick up the next book, and I do. Unwrapping it I find a pregnancy journal. I flip through it and it has week-by-week sections for diet, feelings, and health trackers etcetera.  
    “Okay, this is awesome,” I say with a big bright smile.  
    “That was all Kyle,” Talon says with reverence. “He thought you’d like to track what you eat and do, and keep track of all the changes.”  
    I look at Kyle. “Thank you, cowboy.” He blushes slightly.  
    “The next one though, is all Talon,” Kyle says with a smirk.  
    I unwrap the book and bust out laughing. “We don’t need any help in this department,” I tease as I read the cover of ‘Kama Sutra for Pregnant Couples.’
    They both laugh with me. “I know, but I thought it might be fun,” Talon says with a bright smile on his face.  
    “Well, it’s is a definite possibility, only problem is there are three of us.”  
    Talon laughs a little harder. “No, that just means we can try two a night.”  
    “Oh my god!” I squeal. “You’re so bad.” I sober up a little bit. “But seriously, thank you, guys,” I say as I take both of their hands in mine.  
    “Anything,” Kyle says.  
    “Anytime,” Talon adds.  
    My heart swells to the point of explosion as these two look at me with all the love I know they feel.  
    The rest of Friday is spent with me being pampered by the two of them with a bath and dinner. No fighting, just talking. We talk about the stuff I read on the internet, I tell them about the estimated due date and they’re both excited. I also go on to tell them about Cami’s emails and all of the social media stuff over the last couple of days. We eventually curl up for another movie that I don’t make it twenty minutes into before dozing off.

I’m awoken Saturday morning with severe nausea. I quickly climb out of bed, but I’m not quiet or careful about it, and as I’m bolting into the bathroom I hear both guys calling my name.  
    I grab my hair, pulling it back just as I vomit spectacularly straight into the toilet. “Baby girl?” I hear Kyle, but I can’t look away. He crouches down next to me and starts rubbing my back. I wonder idly why, now that I know I’m pregnant, I suddenly vomit the next day. Then I remember the nausea I’ve had.  
    “Angel?” Talon calls as he comes into the bathroom.  
    “Go away. You guys don’t need to watch this,” I manage to get out between heaves.  
    Talon comes to kneel on the other side of me, replacing my hand in my hair with his while Kyle continues rubbing my back. “I’m alright,” I say through a couple more heaves.  
    When I’m finally done, I reach up and flush the toilet and put the seat down. I sit rather clumsily on the lid with my head in my hands. Both of their hands are resting on my thighs. “I just need a minute.” I was woken up so abruptly but it’s taken until now for my body to catch up.  
    “What can we do, baby girl?”  
    “Toothbrush and a bath,” I say and Kyle stands, walking toward the tub and then the water starts running. Talon doesn’t leave my side while Kyle sets about drawing my bath. Neither one of them say anything to me, which is okay. I don’t know what to tell them and I’m certain they don’t know what to say. “I feel better.” Which isn’t a lie. Once I was done retching it was almost instant relief.  
    “That’s a good thing, right?” Kyle asks as he comes to stand next to me. I look up at him and he’s naked, and for the first time, he’s not hard and it makes me sad to see it. I glance back down and Talon, naked also, is soft.  
    “It’s a good thing,” I mumble. “What did I eat last night?”  
    “You had that bar-b-que chicken wrap thing and french fries,” Kyle tells me and I start to remember.  
    “Do we need to get you to the