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"How in the fuck did they even manage to take their bikes?" Breaker asks with a chuckle, and I grin wide. The past ten weeks have been a little bit of a shit show for Tech and Sniper, a lot of heartache and trouble, so watching this right now is what we all fucking needed, even if it was at Snake's and Tats's expense.
Tats raises a brow at his woman, who looks at the ceiling like it's the most interesting thing in the room, and my shoulders shake with silent laughter.
Snake points at his woman. "Not only did you take my bike out for a joy ride while fucking tipsy, but you crashed it, Sarah, you fucking crashed it, and then mooned a fucking deputy!"
I grin wide. Sarah and Vi both spent the night in the slammer. Sarah totaled his bike. Jack is currently looking it over to see if it's fixable, while Violet…I shake my head. The woman is pregnant, so her riding was not fucking okay; she could have harmed herself and the baby, but she also decided to completely overhaul Tats's bike.
Pink, purple, and glitter with Barbie fucking stickers, and on the back she put a sign saying “fuck the pigs.”
These women, I swear.
"I, come on, we were just having fun!"Sarah snaps as Tats steps toward his woman. It's only then that I notice pink glitter shining on the back of his head, and my laughter escapes.
Fuck, even Snake is trying not to smirk.
Tats glares at everyone before pointing at his woman. "I have had enough of this shit, Violet."
She shrugs, crosses her arms over her chest, and snaps back,"Yeah, and I told you I wanted to wait a few years before we had another baby, but here we are."
Oh shit, please tell me he didn't….
Tats clears his throat, confirming my thoughts, and I sigh."Brother, please fucking tell me you did not mess with her birth control."
He shrugs with a smirk, and I laugh.
Fucking idiots.
Violet'sface goes red at his nonchalant attitude as the club doors open, making me look that way, and I see my girl walk through them. I furrow my brows. She's home two hours early.
I pat Breaker's shoulder and get up, heading toward her as she looks around the room, ignoring the drama before we make eye contact. Hers are full of tears, and I quicken my steps.
"Son?"Momma asks as I rush past her, but I ignore her. I run up the steps and grab my girl. I wrap my arm around her waist, and cup her jaw, whispering, "Talk to me, Pixie. What's happened?"
Her tears fall, and the clubhouse quiets behind us.
She shakes her head and grips my cut, a sob bursting from her throat. Several chairs scrape across the floor, but I keep my eyes on the girl who owns my heart and soul.
My wife.
Sniper got ordained, and last week, in front of the club and Claudia, he married us in a small ceremony at the cemetery. My girl wanted our daughter and her uncle present.
It was perfect.
I lean down, gently kiss her lips, and rasp, "You're scaring me. Speak to me, baby…."
She squeezes her eyes shut before looking at me; absolute terror shines through those dark green eyes, making the hair on my arms stand up.
She blurts, "I-I'm pregnant…."
I hear several gasps, but the terror that's shining through my girl's eyes is hitting me hard.
"At least fourteen weeks."
Fuck. She was twenty weeks when they couldn't find Layla's heartbeat.
My eyes race between hers, and I know what I need to do. I bend and pick her up bridal style. She places her arms around my neck as she buries her face into my chest, sobbing. I quickly turn and head to the hallway where my medical room is, Breaker running ahead, already sensing what I'm going to do.
I need to set her mind at ease.
