I try to hand the test back to her. “I think it’s too soon. There’s no way I’m pregnant yet. I mean, it takes months to actually conceive.”
“Tell that to fertile Myrtle, Juliette. Moose knocked her up right away. Besides, what does it matter if you waste one little test? I have no further use for them for the time being and I clearly have plenty,” she says, pointing to the box sitting on her passenger seat. Sucking in a breath, I look down at the test in my hand and nod as my heart kicks in my chest.
“Okay.”
She pumps her hand in the air before hooking her arm through mine and slamming her car door. “Let’s go… Ooh, just think how pissed Streak is going to be if you are pregnant. Man might just explode.”
“There will be quite a few babies hanging around the club pretty soon. Streak might not be the only one getting sick of it.” I laugh as we walk back into the rec center where our meetings are held and dip into the bathroom. She shakes her head.
“If you’re talking about Blaze, you’re dead wrong. That man loves getting to play grandpa to Ali and Storm’s kid, Mags, and I have no doubt he’ll be the same way with all the rest of them.”
“You know,” I murmur, glancing over at her. “The club is so different than I assumed it would be when I first found out Wyatt has joined.”
She nods. “Tell me about it. I had plenty of reasons not to trust them but they won me over and wormed their way into my heart. Bastards. Now, are you gonna take this damn test or not?”
“Okay, okay,” I say, holding my hands up in surrender as I set my bag on the counter and step into one of the stalls. After I finish doing my business, I unlock the door and step out, my stomach rolling and my heart racing as I set the test on the counter and take a step back. Tate sets a timer on her phone and we both sigh, ready to wait for the results.
“I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Tate studies me. “Morning sickness or nerves?”
“How could it be morning sickness at night?” I ask, shaking my head and she throws her head back and laughs.
“Oh, girl… you are in for a rude awakening. Morning sickness should be called all day long, constant, you don’t get no break, good luck eating for the next nine months sickness. But maybe that’s just me because I’m having twins.”
I nod, my mind racing with the possibility that there could be a little human growing inside my belly right now, a little perfect piece of Wyatt and me. Pressing a shaky hand over my heart, I suck in a breath.
“Oh my God, I’m so nervous… I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Just one more minute,” Tate says, trying to reassure me but as the words pour out of her mouth, it feels like an eternity. What the hell am I supposed to do for another minute?
“How did you find out you were pregnant?”
Tate laughs. “I threw up.”
“That’s it?” I ask, joining her in her laughter as she nods her head.
“Yeah. I have a freaking stomach of steel so when I threw up one morning and then felt completely fine for the rest of the day, I just knew. I took a test at the clubhouse and then I whispered the news to Lincoln as we were going home on his bike.” She laughs again. “I’ve never seen that man pull over so fast and he insisted that someone with a car come pick me up. Not even the threat of the taser worked to change his mind.”
I shake my head as a smile stretches across my face. “Y’all are something else.”
“Yeah,” she agrees, shrugging. “But it works for us. Lincoln likes that I’m a little crazy and I love the way he mellows me out like no one else can. And that he puts up with me ‘cause you know there aren’t many men who would.”
The timer on her phone goes off and my stomach flips as my heart jumps into my throat. I cover my eyes with my hand and shake my head.
“Just tell me… what does it say?”
When she doesn’t answer me right away, I open my eyes and look up. She flashes me a grin and my stomach does another flip. “Congrats, babe. You’ve got a little bun in the oven.”
A giggle bubbles out of me and I slap my hand over my mouth as tears well up in my eyes and warmth radiates from my chest. Glancing down at my flat belly, I pull the hand away from my lips and place it on my tummy as I try to wrap my mind around the news.
Oh my God.
I’m pregnant.
We’re a real family now.
“Shit,” Tate whispers, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around me. “I’m all fucking emotional already and now you’re going to make me cry.”
I hug her back, feeling so incredibly blessed in so many aspects of my life. Not only do I have Wyatt back but I was also welcomed back into his family and adopted by this group of bikers, who are so close and always there for each other and the one thing I know more than anything else is that this baby will be surrounded by so much love.
“I have to go home and tell Wyatt,” I whisper, shaking my head as I pull away from her and she quickly wipes a couple tears off of her cheeks as she nods.
“Yes, you do.” She reaches behind her and grabs the test off of the counter. “Here. Take this. Do you know how you’re going to do it?”
I shake my head. “No… I don’t know.”
“Luckily, I have you covered there, too. Come with me.”
Taking my hand, she starts pulling me out of the bathroom and I swipe my purse off the counter as she drags me to the door. Once we get back outside, she takes me back to her car and pops the trunk, pulling out a little onesie and handing it to me. I unfold the tiny piece of fabric and laugh when I read the message on the front.
Prospect
Bayou Devils MC
Louisiana
“I was going to tell Lincoln with that but then I was too excited to wait and now that we’re having twins, I need to get another one made so you can just have that one.”
I smile as I stare at the words. “You should make these for all the kids. They’re freaking adorable.”
“Flip it over,” she says, grinning and I do, shaking my head at the club’s patch printed on the back. Oh, God, Wyatt is going to love this. “Ooh, here. I also have a gift bag you can put it in.”
“Jesus, woman.” I laugh as she pulls the bag out and takes the onesie from me to fold it and slips it into the bag. “Is there anything you don’t have in this car?”
She shakes her head, handing me the bag. “I like to be prepared.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her in another hug and she holds me tight before pulling back with a sniff.
“I swear to God, if you make me cry again…” She shakes her head. “These babies are turning me into a little baby.”
“No, no, you’re still one badass bitch.”
She narrows her eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Okay,” I answer with a laugh, holding my hand up as I back away from her. “I’m just going to go now. Try not to kill your husband tonight.”
Laughing, she walks around to the driver’s side door as I walk backward to my car. “I make no promises.”
We both slip behind the wheel and I watch her pull out of the parking lot before lowering the visor and staring at myself in the mirror as butterflies flutter through me and a huge smile stretches across my face. I can’t wait to tell Wyatt the news. He’s been acting weird again these past few days and I know the stress is getting to him again. Maybe we’ll go back to his parents’ house this weekend. It will give him a chance to relax again and we can tell them the good news about our new family member. I peek down at my stomach again and flatten my hand over my shirt.