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“The first time I met her was about eighteen years ago.”
His mouth falls open, and he stares at me. “You’re getting married on Wednesday? That’s the day after tomorrow. What’s the rush?”
“She’s pregnant.”
Twisting his head to the side, he turns back to look at me, his brow furrowed. “What? How did you get her pregnant in three days when you’ve spent most of that time here?”
Instead of answering, I smirk, and he rolls his eyes. “Is she pregnant with someone else’s kid?” he asks.
A growl slips from my lips.
“I’m not saying that the kid wouldn’t be yours once it was here, I have first-hand knowledge that DNA does not make a difference to being a parent. I’m simply asking if her baby is…biologically yours,” he says carefully.
“Considering I’ve fucked enough cum into her to keep her pregnant for the next ten years, it damn well better be mine.”
Sighing, Anders rubs at his temples. “Dude, I fucking love you, but I do not want to explain how babies are made. If she only got here three days ago and she’s already pregnant, then that kid does not share your DNA, unless you two have been fucking for longer than that.”
“Fine,” I huff. “Maybe I’m not one hundred percent sure she’s pregnant yet, but if she’s not, I plan to get her there as fast as fucking possible. Bred or not, I’m still marrying her.”
For a long, stilted moment, no one speaks.
“Congratulations, I’d love to come to your wedding. Also, there are a lot of articles on the internet about the most successful positions to use when trying to get pregnant. If your wife isn’t pregnant yet, I’d suggest you read them,” Knight says matter-of-factly, turning a burner on and adding oil to a pan.
“Knight, for fuck’s sake, have you two been drinking the same Kool-Aid?” Anders asks, clearly outraged. “Knight thinks he’s met his woman, he just hasn’t told her she’s his yet, and now Oz is getting married to a woman he’s doing his best to get pregnant. What the actual fuck is going on here?”
Shrugging, I reach around Knight and grab a carrot. Taking a bite, I crunch it between my teeth. “When you know, you know. I’m not going to sit around with my thumb in my ass. She’s mine, so I’m making her mine in every way possible as quickly as possible.”
“My woman isn’t here, when she gets here, I’ll let her know,” Knight says, like it’s as simple as that. Three days ago, I would have called him a fool. Now I nod, because now that I have Etta, it makes complete sense.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” Anders curses, tipping his head back like he’s looking to the heavens for patience. When he straightens, he looks at me. “Right, you first. What’s your girl’s name?”
“Etta.”
“Etta…as in Henrietta…as in your stepsister?” Anders asks, his eyes wide.
“She’s not my stepsister, but yes. She prefers to be called Etta now. She’s going to be working with Betty in her new tattoo studio. Her and Octy are friends, and she moved to town intending to share an apartment with her. Obviously she’ll be living with me now. It’d make sense for Octy to move in with one of us, then she’s close to Etta and the Barnetts too. I was going to ask Danny?—”
“She can move in with me,” Knight interrupts.
“Really?” I ask. “I figured you’d…prefer your own space.”
“She can move in with me, I have the space,” Knight says, his tone the same as normal, although his shoulders seem tense.
“If you’re sure, that’d be great, I’ll drop Etta a text and let her know.”
“Octavia isn’t in Rockhead Point at the moment, though, is she?” he asks.
“No, she went back to Rapid City to pack up her stuff, Etta said she was supposed to be getting back in about a week or so,” I tell him.
“Perhaps if Etta could send me Octavia’s number, we could make arrangements for when she arrives,” he says, but there’s something a little different about his voice. His tone is usually so steady that it’s almost robotic, but right now he sounds…odd.
“Sure, I’ll ask her for it,” I say.
Nodding, he goes back to adding veggies to the pan like nothing has happened, and I brush away his odd behavior as just Knight being Knight.
“I…” Anders starts, then trails off like he has nothing to say. “You’re hooking up with your stepsister?” he finally asks.
“She’s not my stepsister, and we’re not hooking up. She’s the daughter of my dad’s wife and we’re getting married and she’s pregnant with my kid.”
