Falling for My Best Friend's Brothers: Pregnant By Twin Brothers

By Lency Slamet

"How could you?" My voice was filled with sadness. The pain hurt deeply, and it felt like the trust we had was falling apart.
"I didn't mean to, Lily," Leon said, his voice shaking. "Come on now baby. We haven't exactly done it lately."
"You were busy so I gave you space! You're such a piece of shit!" I felt torn, but I knew I had to be strong. "We are done, Leon! We are fucking done!"
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After enduring a heartbroken betrayal from her boyfriend, Lily finds herself unexpectedly had an one night stand with Ace, her best friend's brother, on the eve of her friend's wedding.
As she tries to keep her relationship with Ace hidden, she finds herself entangled with Ace's twin brother, Alex.
Friends shouldn't have relationships with their friends' brothers.
How will Lily tell her best friend Cher about the wild encounters she had with her brothers? What happens when Leon threatened to expose her before she could tell Cher?
On one hand, there's her best friend, always there to support her, and on the other hand, the twin brothers who consistently infuse her life with passion and surprises.

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Aug 30, 2023

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CHAPTER 47 The Recurring Dream

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, gently rousing me from my slumber. I groaned softly as I realized that my bladder was acting up again, urging me to get out of bed urgently. The familiar routine of waking up every morning to answer nature's call had become a slightly frustrating part of my pregnancy experience. With a reluctant sigh, I shifted in bed and swung my legs over the side, determined to ease the persistent discomfort.

After a swift trip to the bathroom to relieve myself, I felt a momentary wave of relief. The mornings had turned into a race against time, battling the urgency of my bladder, but it was all part of the journey. As I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face, I couldn't help but wish for the days when I could sleep through the night without being awakened by such a pressing need.

Making my way downstairs, the aroma of breakfast greeted me before anything else. The boys, Ace and Alex, had already left for work, and the dining table was set with an array of delectable dishes. The scene was inviting, and my stomach rumbled in response. The array of food before me was a symphony of colors and flavors, a true feast for the senses.

The centerpiece was a fluffy stack of pancakes, perfectly golden brown and topped with a drizzle of maple syrup that glistened in the morning light. Beside the pancakes lay a plate of scrambled eggs, light and fluffy, sprinkled with chives for an added touch of freshness. Crispy bacon strips adorned another plate, and a bowl of mixed berries provided a burst of color and natural sweetness. A carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice completed the spread, promising a refreshing sip to start the day.

I wasted no time in indulging my senses and digging into the sumptuous breakfast. The pancakes were a delightful combination of lightness and sweetness, and the eggs melted in my mouth. Each bite of bacon was a satisfying crunch, and the burst of flavors from the berries danced on my taste buds. It was a breakfast that had been prepared with care and love, a testament to the nurturing environment I found myself in.

As I savored each mouthful, the front door swung open, and Jen, the maid who had been assigned to care for me, walked in. Her warm greeting filled the air, and I offered a smile in return. Good morning, she chirped, her presence exuding a sense of comfort.

Good morning, I replied, grateful for her presence. Her arrival signaled a shift in the morning routine—a transition from breakfast to self-care. Are you feeling great, miss? she inquired, her concern evident. I'll make your bath for you. Her thoughtful gesture reminded me of the small yet significant ways in which the boys and Jen were ensuring my well-being.

Thank you, Jen, I expressed with genuine appreciation. Jen had an uncanny ability to make the perfect bath—always the right temperature, soothing and calming. It was a daily indulgence that I had come to look forward to, a moment of relaxation amidst the chaos of change.

Finishing up my breakfast, I excused myself and made my way back upstairs. As I passed by the mirror, my gaze instinctively shifted to my reflection. My belly was still relatively flat, but a subtle change was becoming noticeable. A small bump was beginning to form, a physical testament to the life growing within me. Emotions swirled within me—a mix of trepidation, excitement, and wonder.

Deep down, fear coexisted with excitement. The journey ahead was uncharted territory, filled with unknowns and uncertainties. But as I continued to watch my reflection, a sense of determination and hope took root. This was a journey I was embracing wholeheartedly, and the small bump was a reminder of the miracle that was unfolding within me.

Leaving the mirror behind, I stepped into my room, a sense of tranquility enveloping me. The bath had already been prepared, its soothing steam rising invitingly. With each step closer to the water's edge, a feeling of relief washed over me, as if the warm embrace of the bath was ready to melt away the cares of the day. Gingerly, I eased into the tub, letting the warmth seep into my bones.

The water felt like a cocoon of comfort, cradling me in its gentle embrace. I closed my eyes, letting the worries and stresses of the day dissolve in the soothing waves around me. The sound of my own breath and the rhythmic splashes of water were the only sounds in the room, a melody of tranquility that I embraced fully.

Just as I was beginning to lose myself in the soothing waters, a familiar jingle broke through the silence. My phone, perched on the edge of the tub, was ringing. With a sigh, I picked it up, glancing at the caller ID to find Cher's name flashing on the screen. Swiping to answer, I held the phone to my ear.

How are you?! Cher's voice rang out, her excitement palpable even through the phone. I couldn't help but smile at her energy. I'm feeling good. You know, the usual, I replied with a hint of amusement in my voice. Cher's enthusiasm was infectious, and her calls were always a welcome interruption to the day.

Good, she responded. I'm taking you out for dinner tonight. Are you up for it? Her invitation caught me by surprise, and a sense of warmth flooded my heart. Despite the new challenges I was facing, it was comforting to know that life was moving forward and that moments of normalcy still existed.

A smile formed on my lips as I nodded my head instinctively, forgetting for a moment that she couldn't see me. Yes, of course, I would love to, I replied, my voice carrying a genuine sense of excitement. Cher's laughter on the other end of the line was pure joy. Great! I'll see you tonight! With those words, the call ended, leaving me with a sense of anticipation for the evening ahead.

I soaked in the bath a little while longer, letting the warmth seep into my skin and relax my muscles. Eventually, I stepped out, wrapping myself in a plush towel and savoring the lingering feeling of serenity. As I turned to my bed, I couldn't shake the fatigue that had become a constant companion over the past few days.

Lying down, I closed my eyes, the softness of the bed inviting me to drift into a peaceful slumber. But as soon as I slipped into sleep, the recurring dream returned, like an unwelcome visitor that haunted my rest.

CHAPTER 48 Over Protectiveness

Getting ready for dinner with Cher was a mix of excitement and frustration. As I stood before my closet, I sifted through hangers of clothing, my fingers grazing over dresses, blouses, and pants. But with each garment I pulled out and examined, a sense of dissatisfaction settled in. Nothing seemed to resonate with the image I had in mind.

I moved from one dress to another, then onto a couple of pairs of pants and various tops, but the mirror's reflection never quite matched the vision in my head. The process felt like a revolving door of uncertainty, and I began to wonder if my wardrobe had somehow lost its magic overnight.

Finally, with a sigh, I settled on a black short dress with delicate straps. Its simplicity exuded elegance, and I hoped that it would make me feel as good as I wanted to. Placing it carefully on the bed, I went to take a quick shower, letting the warm water wash away the residual frustration and replacing it with a renewed sense of determination.

I pampered my skin with my favorite skincare products, luxuriated in washing my hair, and then emerged from the shower refreshed. After wrapping a towel around my body, I began the process of doing my makeup. I opted for a cute and simple look—rosy cheeks, a touch of highlighter, and a soft lip color. The makeup routine felt like a soothing ritual, a way to reconnect with myself amidst the chaos of decision-making.

Once my makeup was complete, I returned to my room and exchanged my towel for the black dress. It slipped over my body like a sigh of relief, hugging my curves in all the right places. A sense of contentment washed over me, and I knew that I had found the right choice for the evening.

Before heading out, the question of footwear lingered. I settled on a pair of black sandals, their simplicity mirroring the vibe of the dress. They were comfortable yet stylish, the perfect choice for an evening out.

Standing before the mirror, I assessed my reflection, my eyes drawn to my hair. After a moment's thought, I decided on a half-up, half-down hairstyle. It felt easygoing yet put-together, a reflection of my mood for the night.

Just as I was finishing up with my hair, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Cher's vibrant presence filled the room as she stepped inside, her outfit as captivating as her personality. She was a burst of energy and color, a perfect contrast to my own monochrome ensemble.

Cher wore a knee-length sundress with a lively floral print. The dress boasted a playful combination of pinks, yellows, and blues, mirroring the vibrancy of her spirit. The fabric billowed gently with every step, creating an aura of carefree elegance. The delicate straps framed her shoulders, and a pair of strappy sandals adorned her feet, completing the summery look.

Her makeup was fresh and radiant, a touch of peachy blush bringing out the warmth in her complexion. Her lips were painted with a soft coral hue, a nod to the joyful hues of her dress. A delicate gold necklace adorned her neck, catching the light and adding a touch of sophistication.

As her eyes met mine in the mirror, her smile was infectious. You look stunning, she exclaimed, her enthusiasm genuine and heartwarming.

You look pretty too, I responded with a genuine smile, my words an echo of the compliment she had offered me earlier. Cher's face lit up, and she walked over to me, enveloping me in a tight hug. Come on, let's go, babymomma, she quipped with a chuckle, the playful term making me laugh as well. Together, we made our way downstairs, ready to embark on our evening adventure.

As we descended the staircase, we were greeted by the sight of Ace and Alex engrossed in a game of chess. Their focus shifted as we entered the room, their eyes lighting up at the sight of us. Our beautiful baby mother, they exclaimed in unison, and a blush crept up my cheeks at their endearing words. Their affectionate nickname never failed to make my heart flutter.

Ace's concern soon surfaced, as he asked with a touch of worry, Do we need to drop you two off? The boys' protective instincts were as strong as ever, their concern for our safety and well-being evident in their expressions. Cher rolled her eyes playfully, responding confidently, Don't have to, I can drive perfectly fine.

Alex's voice followed, laced with a touch of warning, Drive safe, yeah. You have precious cargo with you. Cher's reply was both affectionate and teasing. As if I don't know that.

I couldn't help but interject with a playful grin, Okay, enough with the over protectiveness. It was a delicate balance between appreciating their concern and asserting my own independence. With laughter in the air, I urged, Let's go now.

Together, Cher and I stepped outside, the anticipation of the evening palpable. Her car was waiting, a vehicle that had seen its fair share of adventures. Cher slipped into the driver's seat with ease, her confidence evident as she settled behind the wheel. I took my place in the passenger seat, fastening my seatbelt as we prepared to head to the restaurant.

The journey was accompanied by a soundtrack of laughter, chatter, and our favorite tunes. We danced in our seats and sang along, the joy of the moment infusing the car with an electric energy. Time seemed to fly by as we shared stories, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie that had become a cornerstone of our friendship.

As we approached the restaurant, our conversation grew more animated, and suddenly, there was a loud screech that filled the air. My eyes widened, and I turned to Cher, questioning her with a mix of surprise and concern. Did you hit the curb? I asked, my voice tinged with amusement.

Cher's expression shifted to one of sheepishness, and she offered me a sheepish smile. Oopsie.

CHAPTER 49 You Never Fail to Surprise Me

Entering the restaurant, the ambiance was cozy and inviting, the soft glow of warm lighting casting a gentle glow over the interior. Cher and I exchanged excited glances, our laughter echoing in the air as we made our way to our table. The waiter approached with a welcoming smile, his professionalism and warmth setting the tone for the evening.

Good evening, ladies. Welcome to La Luna. My name is Daniel, and I'll be your waiter tonight, he greeted us with a polished demeanor. May I show you to your table?

Cher and I exchanged a nod, following Daniel as he led us to a corner booth that offered a view of the restaurant while still maintaining an intimate atmosphere. The table was adorned with a flickering candle, its soft light dancing across the white tablecloth.

As we settled into our seats, Daniel handed us the menus and said, Please take your time to browse through the menu. I'll be back shortly to take your orders. With a smile, he departed, leaving Cher and me to peruse the offerings.

After a few moments of contemplation, I glanced up at Cher, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of my lips. So, what are you thinking of getting? I inquired, my eyes dancing with playful curiosity.

Cher pretended to consider her options with exaggerated seriousness, tapping her chin as if deep in thought. Hmmm, I'm torn between the salmon and the pasta, she mused aloud, her voice filled with a sense of dramatic indecision.

I chuckled at her theatrics, shaking my head in amusement. You know, you could always go for both. We're here to enjoy, after all.

Cher's eyes lit up with delight at the suggestion. You're right! Why limit myself? I'll have both, she declared with a grin.

I chuckled again, shaking my head at her audacity. You never fail to surprise me.

Cher's response was a playful wink. Life's too short to settle for just one dish, my friend.

As we continued to banter, our camaraderie filled the space between us, the laughter and shared moments a testament to the bond we had built over the years. When Daniel returned to take our orders, Cher confidently placed her request for both the salmon and the pasta, her enthusiasm infectious.

As the waiter jotted down our orders, he nodded with a smile. Excellent choices. And for you, miss? he asked, turning his attention to me.

I'll have the roasted chicken with vegetables, please, I replied, my choice a reflection of my penchant for comfort food.

Of course. Thank you for your orders. Your food will be out shortly, Daniel assured us, his professionalism unwavering.

As he left the table, Cher leaned in with a grin. Chicken, huh? Playing it safe?

I rolled my eyes playfully, defending my choice with mock seriousness. Someone has to be the responsible adult here.

Cher's laughter filled the air, and she playfully nudged my arm. Oh, come on. Live a little!

I chuckled, shaking my head in mock exasperation. I am living, just in a more structured and organized way.

Cher leaned back in her seat, a playful glint in her eyes. Structured and organized, huh? Sounds like the life of a super responsible adult.

I smirked, offering a mock salute. You know it. Someone has to keep things in check around here.

Cher's laughter bubbled up again, her joy contagious. Well, lucky for you, I'm here to shake things up a bit.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her spirited declaration. Oh, I have no doubt about that. You're the tornado of excitement I never knew I needed.

Cher grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. And you're the anchor that keeps me grounded. It's a perfect balance, really.

As we shared our playful banter, I realized how grateful I was for this friendship—a connection that brought lightness and joy to every interaction. Our laughter was a reminder that even in the midst of life's challenges, there were moments of pure happiness that made everything worthwhile.

Our conversation meandered from one topic to another, the restaurant providing the backdrop for our shared stories and inside jokes. With each passing moment, the anticipation for our meals grew, and the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, heightening our senses.

Finally, Daniel returned with our plates, each dish a masterpiece of flavors and presentation. Cher's salmon and pasta looked exquisite, vibrant colors and enticing aromas promising a delightful dining experience. My roasted chicken was served with a medley of perfectly cooked vegetables, and I couldn't wait to dig in.

As we took our first bites, the taste explosion was undeniable. I exchanged a satisfied glance with Cher, and we both nodded in approval. Between bites, our conversation flowed effortlessly, a blend of shared memories, plans for the future, and occasional witty remarks that only close friends could appreciate.

You know, Cher began, her tone thoughtful, these moments are the ones that really matter.

I nodded in agreement, savoring the sentiment behind her words. Absolutely. It's the laughter, the connection, the simple joy of being together.

Cher's smile was warm and genuine. Exactly. Life gets busy, things get tough, but we always find our way back to these moments of happiness.

I raised my glass in a silent toast, our eyes meeting in a shared understanding. To friendship and these beautiful moments that light up our lives.

We clinked our glasses together, the sound echoing our sentiment. As we continued our meal and our conversation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over me. The evening was a reminder of the beauty that emerged when two souls came together, sharing laughter, stories, and a bond that was unbreakable.

As we indulged in