Page 42 of Tack’s Bounty

She walked by the room they held Church in. The door was open and the room was empty. She headed around the corner to the gym entrance. Adley was standing in the doorway, staring into the room where Sophia could hear Michael Jackson’s Beat It playing.

She stopped next to Adley and paused at the sight of Justice and Tack working out. They were side by side on the floor, doing push-ups in time with each other. Every so often, they’d switch to only one hand. Tack’s muscles in his shoulders were straining, and sweat was dripping off his chest that she wouldn’t mind licking.

Her man was hot enough to set fire to her panties from across the room.

“Amen, sister. Workout time is one of my favorite sights at the clubhouse,” Adley breathed out.

Sophia grinned. “You might want to wipe the drool off before it drops from your chin,” she teased.

Adley wiped her face. “Funny.”

When Tack started clapping between push-ups, Justice groaned and called him a couple names before adding the clap between each push-up, too.

“They’ll do this until one of them falls and gives up. They need to stop, or Justice won’t have time to shower before we leave. I don’t know if it’s the psychological effect of being pregnant but I’m always hungry. Their little competition is not getting in the way of us eating barbecue,” Adley said.

Sophia patted her shoulder. “I’ll take care of this.”

Sophia walked into the room and, when she got close to Tack, tossed the positive pregnancy test in the plastic bag onto the floor underneath his face. He stopped, jerked his head up to see her with a look of wonder on his face that she hoped she remembered for the rest of her life.

“Really?” he breathed out.

She nodded, stepping toward him. He jumped up, striding toward her to pull her in for a kiss. Oh, she’d never get tired of this man’s mouth on her. He pulled back, holding her shoulders.

“You’ve made me the happiest man. Can I share?” he asked.

She nodded.

He turned to Justice and Adley. “We’re having a baby!”

Justice and Adley congratulated them.

“Oh, how exciting. We’ll be preggos together, and the kids will be close in age,” Adley cheered.

Sophia loved having her MC family to have her kids grow up with. They’d never be alone. She’d always wanted a brother or sister. With the club, even if she and Tack were only blessed with one, their child would always have family around.

Justice pulled her in for a hug, “You’ve made him very happy, and I’m so glad you’re a part of the family.”

Tack loved seeing how happy Sophia was with everyone fawning over their pregnancy. They’d gone out to dinner but returned to the clubhouse for an impromptu party celebrating it. The pregnancy had given him the nudge he needed. He’d been okay with waiting while Sophia decided when she wanted to get married, but now that they were expecting a baby, he wanted to be married sooner rather than later.

He got up from where he was sitting with Sophia and his mom, making his way to Justice.

“I want to marry Sophia as soon as possible, but I also want it to be special for her,” Tack explained, hoping his brother could help him out.

Justice pulled him in for a hug. “Happy for you, brother.”

Tack nodded. “Thanks. I didn’t understand what you and Pit had until she came into my life,” Tack said.

Justice chuckled. “We’re lucky fuckers with our women. Have you asked Sophia what she wants? I’ve learned that sometimes it’s better to actually ask Adley instead of deciding for her what I think she’ll like.”

Adley leaned around Justice, “It’s only taken a year, but he’s finally learned.”

“Tack, if you want my opinion—and I’ve decided you do—go ask her. Her parents won’t be there, and from what I’ve seen of her, she’s not one to want a huge, fluffy dress,” Adley prodded, placing her hand on his arm and giving him a push toward Sophia.

“Thanks, Adley. You’re the best sister-in-law, especially having to deal with Justice,” Tack teased, heading toward where Sophia was chatting with his mom.

Tack rushed over to Sophia and his mom, sitting down and taking Sophia’s hand.

“Tack, is something wrong?” she asked, her forehead furrowed.