Erina
My bed was surrounded with all the men, each more anxious than the rest. Nicholas captured my hand in his, rubbing the top of it. "Erina?"
I wanted to smack him. I hated how he didn't call me Little One anymore. Was it because I was the size of a hippo? I settled for glaring at him. I was miserable and this was all their fault. I wasn't sure which one yet though.
"Here, sit up." Warren guided me to a sitting position, stuffing a pillow behind me. "Here. Is that better?"
"i***t," Jack growled at him holding a sock in his hand. "This is what she needs. Sit up, Bunny."
I stared at the bulging blue sock, but did as bade. Jack slipped the oddity behind my back, rubbing it in figure eights with a steady pressure. The warmth of it made me sigh. "That's amazing."
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