I slapped a hand over my face. “Not a ghost. Worse. Triplets.”
“What?”
“TRIPLETS!” I shrieked.
And of course, that was the moment the door banged open again.
My mates stormed in like a SWAT team—Keegan in the lead, Kendrick right behind, Kingsley already holding his phone like he’d been calling the doctor mid-sprint, and Kyle pale as death.
“What happened?” Keegan demanded.
“Who hurt you?” Kendrick roared.
“Do I need to call House?” Kingsley asked.
Kyle just blinked, spotted the pregnancy test in my hand, and promptly fainted. Again.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered as his giant frame hit the floor with a thud. “Six months ago he fainted at labor, and now he’s fainting at this. Goddess forbid the man develops a spine.”
Keegan crouched, checking Kyle’s pulse. “He’s fine. Just unconsciou
