Page 55 of Eight Bikers' Heir

I nodded.

“They’re good guys. Come on. Your boys were literally ex-cons, and you saw that they were good men. So are my guys,” I pointed out.

Madison couldn’t even argue against that point.

“Yeah, you’re right. If they seem devoted to you and the baby, I can’t say anything,” she replied before taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. “You know that I just want to look out for you.”

I shared a warm look with her and nodded, knowing that was the truth. She wouldn’t say anything if she didn’t care.

“They’ll be good dads. They all have wanted to start a family, and we all work so well together. Living with them has made me happier than ever,” I told her. “The stability and safety they make me feel is unlike anything I’ve ever known before. You know how I grew up.”

Sympathy gleamed in her eyes.

“I know. I’m glad you found guys who make you feel safe and taken care of,” she said. “Eight guys are better than one.”

“You’d know with your seven,” I said with a laugh, squeezing her hand before we let go. I took a sip of my tea, letting the peppermint soothe my lingering nausea.

Madison shared my laugh as she relaxed in her seat.

“They’re a handful, but I love them. How deep do you think your feelings go for these guys? Is it just a crush or something more?” she asked.

I had been thinking about my growing feelings for them for a while now, trying to figure out what to make of them and what to do with them. They were so intense that they made my chest hurt at times, but it was a good ache. One that was new and warm.

What I did know was that I didn’t want to lose that feeling. I didn’t want to lose them. I was so grateful for everything they did for me, but I also loved the little moments that we spent together. Family dinners. Group rides. Pool night.

I wanted those little things too. I wanted it all, even if things were risky and tense at times with the business that they did and the people that they interacted with.

“I think I’m falling in love with them. All of them,” I admitted, feeling my throat and chest tighten once the words left my lips.

I was falling in love. Really falling in love.

“Aisling? Are you okay?”

I blinked a few times and looked up at her with glistening eyes.

“Damn hormones,” I laughed as I dabbed at my eyes.

Madison merely smiled.

“I think this isn’t just because of the hormones. You really care about these guys,” she said.

I breathed in shakily and nodded. There was no point in hiding from an obvious truth.

“We only planned for me to stay with them for a year. I don’t want this to end,” I told her, my heart aching at the thought of having to leave.

Madison gave me an encouraging look.

“You need to talk to them. And you should probably do it before the baby comes,” she pointed out. “This isn’t something to sit on. Not when it’s your future at stake.”

Again, she was right. I was nervous about bringing my feelings into the limelight in case they didn’t feel the same, but I needed to see what page everyone was on before the baby came and things changed.

I rose out of my seat and crossed over to her, throwing my arms around her in a tight embrace.

“I needed this. Thank you,” I told her.

Madison smiled against my shoulder.

“What are friends for?” she pointed out.