Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I unbuttoned my flannel and slid it off, tossing it onto her coffee table as I walked over to the couch, gently lifting her and setting her onto my lap so I could watch TV while she slept since she didn’t have a television in her bedroom.
I would have placed her in her bed, but I wanted to be near her if something happened or if she needed me. And shockingly, despite the location her apartment was in, she had good walls that hid sound pretty well. If I ended up falling asleep, I might not hear her if she got sick again.
I was dozing off myself when Sam entered the apartment with the key that I had given him to her place in the rare case that he may need to get to her when I couldn’t. I slowly opened my eyes, and he arched an eyebrow at me in question as he set the crackers on the counter. “Tristan and Jesup have been waiting for you to come back to the clubhouse to finalize shit,” he reminded me quietly, seeing as Adelaide was still passed out.
I sighed, leaning my head back against the couch. “She’s not feeling good,” I told him. “The baby is kicking her ass this morning.”
“Baby?” Sam asked incredulously.
Fuck. I had forgotten he didn’t know.
I lifted my head again to look at him. “She’s pregnant,” I told him quietly. “And yes, it’s mine,” I informed him before he could ask.
“Holy fuck, Prez,” Sam muttered. He shook his head, laughing softly. “You almost made it to thirty without a kid, huh?”
I chuckled, shrugging lightly. I’d never wanted kids, but when I saw those ultrasound pictures and put the dates together, I’d never wanted anything more.
But it was because it was with Adelaide. I wanted everything with this woman.
Adelaide suddenly gagged, jerking awake from her deep slumber. I quickly released her and followed after her as she rushed to the bathroom, throwing up again.
“You sure that this is just morning sickness?” I asked her as she flushed the toilet.
She nodded. “This is mild,” she told me, her voice raspy. “It used to be a lot worse. The doctor informed me it may come back sometimes. I’d just been hoping it wouldn’t.”
I brushed the back of my fingers over her cheek, watching as she slightly tilted her head into my touch, making a small smile touch my lips. Knowing that I was the one that could make her feel comfortable and safe gave me a strange feeling inside of my chest, one I was loving.
“I need to go deal with some shit at the clubhouse. You can stay here if you want, and I can have Sam stay with you, or you can come with me. If you come, you can rest in my room there.”
“I’ll just come with you.” She sighed and rubbed at her eyes. “Let me get a shower and brush my teeth. I reek.”
I didn’t think she smelled bad, but I nodded, helping her up from the floor. Leaving her to get a shower, I walked back into the living room, grabbing my flannel off of the coffee table to shrug it on. “She alright?” Sam asked me.
I nodded at him as I fastened the buttons on my shirt. “She’s getting a shower right now, but she’s going to come to the clubhouse with us.”
“Anyone in the club know that she’s pregnant?” Sam asked.
I shook my head. “The only people that know besides you are Tristan and probably Jesup, and for right now, that’s how I need it to stay. I think Gregory is going to pose a problem and a threat to Adelaide, and I don’t want him thinking he can use my kid against me or her. I just need him to slip up so that I can boot his ass out of the club. I would do it now, but he’s got family with the original members. Makes shit a bit more complicated than it looks.” Which was a right pain in my fucking ass.
“Got it.” He inclined his head to me. “You know I’ll protect her and that baby with my life,” he assured me.
I nodded once, knowing and trusting that he would. It was why he was my VP.
My phone went off in my back pocket, and I quickly snatched it out, seeing Vern’s name on the screen. “Yeah?” I asked when I answered.
“Red is in town,” Vern informed me, cutting straight to the chase, knowing how much I hated beating around the bush.
“Fuck,” I snarled. This was the last fucking thing I needed right now, not with Adelaide around and another club in town. “Put up proper safety measures on the clubhouse. I’ll be back soon.”
I ended the call and reached up to pinch the bridge of my nose. I fucking hated my brother. Nothing good ever came out of him coming around. I never figured out what he wanted when he held the gun to Adelaide’s head either. Hell, maybe his only plan had been to sabotage what I had going on with the Sons of Death. But the fact that he was now snooping around again was bad news, and it meant my woman was in danger. Red knew she meant something to me.