TW: Talk about miscarriage and suicide
Lyla
“Lyla!”
My eyes popped open and my brows furrowed. I swear I just heard someone call my name. I looked over at the giant wall clock made out of scrap metal by Kellen, and it read eight a.m.
I smiled a little. We had a long night. We all went out on a rare date and I let loose. I knew my boys would have my back, so I drank a little. The conversation I had with Domino last week still bothered me. I still couldn’t figure out what I was missing, and it was driving me insane. So, I drank the worry away and had some fun with my guys. They both took me, I took them, they took each other while I watched. We were up for hours.
Now I was wrapped in their arms in between them. It was like a cocoon. Both of them had a hold of each other, their
