Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Bodyguards [The Dirty Dozen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe

a real doctor, not some second-rate hack. We’ll find a better doctor for you.”
    “I can’t afford a doctor. I don’t have insurance.” She hated saying it, but it had to be said.
    “You don’t have to. We’re paying for it,” Dillon said, obviously on the same page as Gavin this time.
    “You’re bullying me,” she accused them.
    “Whatever it takes for you to see reason,” Gavin said.
    Instead of going to the doctor at the free clinic, they stopped off at a restaurant for an early dinner. Gavin wanted to discuss their situation over food.
    “You’ve lost weight. You need to be gaining weight. Have you been having morning sickness?” he asked.
    “More like any-time-of-day sickness.” She sighed.
    “See, you need to move in with us so we can take care of you,” Dillon said.
    They walked inside the restaurant and were immediately given a seat in the back of the building in a secluded spot. She had the feeling they’d been there before, and not alone. It irked her, but she couldn’t keep going back to that. She had to believe that was behind them, for now.
    “What do you feel like eating, baby?” Gavin asked.
    “I’m not sure. I’m not really hungry.”
    “You’re eating something.” Dillon frowned.
    “The grilled-chicken salad then,” she said.
    “That’s not enough to keep you going with a baby,” Dillon fussed.
    “I can’t stomach much of what’s on here. The sauce on pasta upsets my stomach. I can’t even stand the sight of beef. Chicken is about it, and the salad gives me vegetables.” She defended her choice.
    “I guess you’re right.” Dillon still didn’t look pleased.
    They placed their order, and then Gavin got down to business. Briana steeled herself not to let him talk her into anything she didn’t want to do.
    “We’re paying for your health care, end of story,” he said.
    She didn’t fight him over that. Her baby deserved the best she could give it, so she would capitulate on this.
    “Fine. I won’t argue that point. I want my baby to have the best.”
    “Our baby. That’s another thing, it’s all of ours, and we want to be a part of all of the pregnancy.”
    “I know, sorry. I’ve just been thinking of it as my baby. I understand you want to be a part of his life.”
    “Which includes the pregnancy,” Dillon reiterated.
    “Fine.” She could give in to this, too.
    “To do that, you need to move in with us so we can be there for all the important things. Like when you feel it move and when it first starts kicking.” Gavin slipped that in almost without her realizing it.
    She frowned at him. “I’m not moving in with you.”
    “Then we’ll move in with you,” he said.
    “Absolutely not! I don’t have room for you. There’s only one bedroom.” Briana was astonished he’d even suggest such a thing.
    “We only need one bedroom. I want to feel the baby kick me awake at night. I want to rub your back when you can’t sleep.” Gavin was really getting into this.
    Briana wasn’t sure what to think. They were coercing her. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t help but think about it. They argued a good case.
    “I’ll think about it.”
    Gavin grinned. He really grinned. She had never seen him smile that big before. It softened her heart toward him just a little. Could he have changed his mind? Maybe this wasn’t all just an act.
    Their meal came, and they ate mostly in silence. She stole glances at the men whenever she didn’t think they were looking. They looked as if they had lost weight as well. Had they been working anywhere, or were they in between jobs? She wanted to ask, but didn’t feel like she had the right.
    She was unsure that they could afford to help with her pregnancy, either. Still, she couldn’t pay for a nice ob-gyn by herself.
    When they had finished, Gavin settled the bill and Dillon escorted her out to the truck. He helped her up before climbing in beside her. Gavin climbed up on the other side and pulled out of the parking