Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0292

Lottie POV:

I started gathering clothes, separating clean from dirty. As I moved around the room, I couldn't help but notice how things had changed. Knox's shirt, which I slipped on, used to fit me like a tent. Now, it stretched snugly over my belly, barely reaching mid-thigh. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and paused. The fabric clung in all the wrong places, emphasising how much my body had changed. "Ugh, I look like a stuffed sausage," I muttered, tugging at the hem. Sage's anger flared within me, and I knew I was in for a royal telling off.

"Stop that," Sage scolded gently. "You're carrying life. You're beautiful."

"I just feel... big." I sighed, wondering how Knox could even get it up last night looking at me like this.

"You're growing our pups. Wear it with pride." Sage scolded me. I shook my head, chastising myself.

"This isn't helping anyone." I placed a hand over my heart, taking a deep breath. "I am strong, I am beautiful, and I am creating life," I reminded myself. A small smile tugged at my lips.

Determined not to let negative thoughts ruin my mood, I continued tidying. But it became apparent that this room needed more than just a quick pick-up. Sticky rings from glasses marked the nightstand, and a suspicious-looking stain or two graced the carpet near the bed. "Definitely need some cleaning supplies," I mumbled, looking back at a sleeping Knox. I wondered how he was sleeping through the noise of me puttering around and debated climbing back into bed with him.

"Maybe we should wait," Sage suggested cautiously. "We don't need to leave the room right now." She, like me, wanted nothing more than to climb under the covers with him, but if what he had said last night was true and he never let anyone else in here, we had to be the ones to get it clean... right?

"I'll be fine," I assured her. "I won't be long." I grabbed a pen from the dresser and scribbled a quick reminder on my hand: "Cleaning supplies-Knox's room." Just in case I forgot-like I did so often of late. Old habits die hard, and my memory had been unreliable lately. I glanced at myself in the mirror once more. Despite the ill-fitting shirt, there was a certain glow about me. My hair was a wild mess of curls, my skin had a rosy flush, and my lips were slightly swollen from hours of kissing.

"You look... happy," I whispered to my reflection. And I was. Truly.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the bedroom door quietly, only to stumble over something-or rather, someone. A startled yelp escaped me as I caught myself against the doorframe. Looking down, I saw Adam and Liam sprawled on the floor, blankets haphazardly thrown over them.

"What on earth?" I whispered, a mix of confusion and amusement bubbling up.

me groggily. "Morning,"

you two sleep out here?" I

at the time," Liam replied with a grin, pushing himself up. "Wanted to

couldn't help but

standing and stretching. "Besides, the floor builds character." I glanced back at the closed door, ensuring Knox was still asleep. A tender feeling blossomed in my chest. These men-so protective, so caring. "Wait... what?"

into a mischievous smile. "It's nearly six. I'm

I knew the answer to this, I think.. Or maybe not. A shadow flickered across my mind-a blank space where memories should be. I tried

breakfast." He began guiding me toward the stairs. I followed numbly, my mind racing. As we descended, I realised we were on the Alpha floor. Confusion swirled within me. "Wait, how did I get up here?" I asked, more to myself than

remember?" Adam glanced at me, a hint of anxiety in his

Knox's room," I

smoothly. "Must

let them lead me down the stairs, trying desperately to piece together my fragmented memories. Flashes of laughter, the scent of pine, the feel of strong arms around me they were there but disjointed. The

kitchen. The familiar surroundings did little to quell the unease

Adam's voice broke

He moved to stand

his eyes searching

I hadn't realized tears were streaming down my face. Embarrassed, I wiped them away with the back of

know," I admitted shakily. "I just... I feel like

soothed, pulling me into a gentle embrace. His large frame enveloped me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to melt into his comfort. The steady beat

I whispered against his

needed some rest. We thought it