Chapter Eight

 

Ella

One month later

It had been an interesting month to say the least. After I had my nap on the day that I found out who my father was, I was told everything that being his daughter meant. They didn’t want to overwhelm me that much, but I could tell that there were things that I needed to know since my dad was the president of the club, and I was carrying the VP’s baby.

I was supposed to be born into the club, and raised here. No matter who my mother was, I was still the President’s daughter which meant that I was their club princess. I had to get them to tell me what that meant because it sounded important. I just wasn’t sure how much more I could handle.

They had told me that meant that I was precious to everyone in the club, but that I was extra special because I was carrying the VP’s baby and my child would be the next prince or princess of the club. It didn’t sound so bad until they told me that they had enemies. They said that there were people out there who wouldn’t hesitate to fuck with the club, and the best way to do that would be through harming the club princess. Damien and my dad had asked me to take it seriously. They don’t want anything to happen to me. If anyone would have found out whose kid I was before I found them then it wouldn’t have been pretty.

I know I ended up puking a couple times, and I couldn’t tell you if it was because of the baby, or from the information overload. It was a lot to process and take in, but I knew that I didn’t have a choice. I had promised myself that I would give Damien the chance to be the father he wants to be. Now that I know that my father’s chance was stolen from him, I feel even more strongly about my decision. I also wanted to know my dad and my brothers - the family I never had, but had always wanted.

It took a while to convince Stacey that I was making the right decision. I told her that it wasn’t a choice I had to make; I knew what I had to do. She was reluctant to believe that this was good for me.

She wasn’t convinced until one night, a bad date had followed her home and tried to force himself on her on my front porch. She told me that he was crude and extremely forward on their date. She said that he had bought her a drink and asked her if she wanted to fuck, so he didn’t have to waste money on dinner. When she told him that wasn’t happening and left, he caught up to her in the parking lot and tried to kiss her. She pushed him away and slapped him telling him to get lost. She was able to get into her car and drive away, but she never thought that he would follow her home. When she had got out the car and went to unlock the front door, he came out and started groping her. He pushed her against the wall, and someone came up and ripped him off of her. She looked up and saw one of Damien’s biker brothers beating the shit out of the guy. She said that she was both scared and awed at the sight. The guy got one hell of a beating. I woke up to the sound of more bikes showing up. When Stacey had told me what happened, I was thankful for them. I knew that they were watching me, so I was never scared when I went to sleep. I was very thankful that something didn’t happen to Stacey on my front porch. After that incident, she had changed her tune on bikers. I knew that she had realized how bad it could have been.

Damien came over every other night, and slept on the couch. After Stacey’s attack, he said that he wasn’t taking any chances.

The first night he spent over at my place, I woke up to him without a shirt on. All I can say is “wow”. This man is ripped, and he has so many tattoos that I wanted to trace with my finger. I couldn’t help but have my eyes slowly survey his body. When I reached his eyes, he arched an eyebrow at me, and had an amused expression on his face. To say I flushed in embarrassment was an understatement. 

I tried to get to know him as best as I could. I was a complete and nervous wreck around him. He made me feel things that I wasn’t ready to feel, but it’s not like I could ignore him or avoid him.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved Jeff- he was my rock. We were all each other had, but was that it? I never knew what true passion was like, but my relationship with Jeff always just seemed to work and to fit. I saw myself growing old with him, and ending up with a number of kids and grandkids.

The way I feel around Damien is something completely different than what Jeff made me feel. I get butterflies when he is around, or when he enters a room. Sometimes I catch him giving me small smiles. I haven’t seen him really smile yet, and I am beginning to think that he doesn’t smile often. I find myself blushing every time he talks to me. I never had that happen before.

Right now, it’s three am and I’m starving. Tomorrow, I will be twenty weeks along and we will have our ultrasound in the afternoon. We both decided to find out what we were having so that we could decorate the baby’s room. The whole club is excited for the baby to come. Every time I’m in the room with an old lady of the club, they rub my little baby bump. The men always ask how I am doing, or if I need anything. It’s sweet, but sometimes I would like to be left alone. I know that won’t happen anymore, and I don’t know how I really feel about that.

I creep into the hallway, careful not to wake Stacey or Damien. I don’t know what this baby wants, but I am seriously hungry and can’t go back to sleep until I cure this craving. I pass the doorway of the living room before I head into the kitchen. I look at Damien asleep on my couch. He is way too big for it, but he never complains about that. His feet are hanging off the couch, but he has a blanket around his waist. The top of his body is exposed, and he’s not wearing a shirt. I wish I had the guts to go up there and see them up close, but I don’t want to risk waking him. I let out a soft sigh before I head to the kitchen.

I’m looking through the cupboards and fridge looking for what I want to eat. I can’t decide what I want, and I stop caring how quiet I am being when I start to get frustrated. I am looking in the cupboard when a deep voice startles me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Damien grumbles with a sleepy voice that I am currently denying is extremely sexy. Who am I kidding, his voice is sexy all the time.

I jump and turn around putting a hand on my chest. “Holy shit, you scared me!” I yell at him.

“Again, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks in a stern voice. Shit, he’s not a happy person when he is woken up.

“I’m uhh… well… I’m hungry…” I tell him avoiding looking at his face.

I hear him sigh loudly, “It’s three in the morning.”

I look at him, and he’s rubbing a hand over his face acting like he didn’t just state the obvious.

“I know… but I can’t sleep because I’m hungry, and I can’t decide what I want. Sorry for waking you,” I tell him and turn back to look through the cupboards.

“Fuck, what are you hungry for?” he asks me with an annoyed tone.

“Don’t worry about it, just go back to sleep. I will try to be quieter,” I tell him waving a hand dismissively.

“Just tell me what you want. It’s my baby that’s making you hungry at this fucking hour. If you want anything that’s open at this time, I will go get it for you. If you want me to cook, I will cook for you. I’d rather you sit down before you attempt to climb the cupboards.”

“I don’t know what I want!” I cry as I throw my hands in the air. I feel tears stinging my eyes. I have never felt so frustrated before. Being hungry and not know what you want while you are pregnant is frustrating!

I put my face in my hands to hide the fact that I am crying. The tears don’t seem to stop. Soon, I am sobbing into my hands yelling at Damien how hungry I am. I can barely hear him curse and I think he is on the phone with someone, but I can’t even pay attention to what he is doing. It’s official, I have lost my mind, I think to myself as I continue to sob.

 

 

Damien

I really don’t know what the fuck happened. I was sleeping, and I heard something in the kitchen. There was a lot of banging, so I decided to go and check it out. As I expected, there was Ella going through the cupboards, banging them, and groaning in frustration- not caring if she woke me up.  Then she had told me that she was hungry and couldn’t sleep, and I knew that it had to do with the pregnancy. I offered to go get whatever she wanted to cook so that I could get back to sleep. That was when she burst into tears crying that she was hungry and didn’t know what the fuck she wanted.

At first, all I could do was stare at her in horror. Once the shock wore off, I called three brothers. That’s right, I called three. I told them each to bring something different. Their chuckles filled my ear when they heard Ella sobbing in the phone saying, “I’m just so hungry.” Holy shit, I didn’t think that I would have to witness hormones. The other brothers who have kids warned me over the month of the dreaded hormones. I just shrugged it off not really believing them. Fuck was I wrong.

Gone was the sweet innocent woman I had met, and in came this crying mess in front of me. I couldn’t risk walking out of there because then maybe it would make her cry harder, and then I would have to kick my own ass for making her cry.

I decide against my better judgement to try and comfort her, but I don’t know how much good that will do since the problem seems to be food. I sit down beside her at the kitchen table and put my arm around her. She leans into me, and starts sniffling to try and calm herself down. Just then, my phone rings and I answer without looking who is calling.

“Talk,” I grunt into the phone.

“Why the fuck is Ella crying?” Prez asks angrily.

I clear my throat. “She’s hungry,” I tell him, and there’s a moment of silence until laughter fills my ears.

“She…she’s hungry…” he says as he’s laughing, and I can hear him telling Lily that Ella is sobbing because she’s hungry.

“That’s why a few brothers left here- to help you with a sobbing Ella?!” he says through his laughter.

“Yeah, she doesn’t know what she wants, so I told them all to pick up a variety,” I tell him. I cannot believe that I am having this conversation with my Prez. All I can do is shake my head. This woman has done something else to the club. There already has been more laughter and smiles from everyone around her than I had ever experienced in all my time with the club.

“Alright, make sure that she has what she needs. I’ll leave you to it,” he says, but I can tell that he’s still smiling on the other end.

“Fucker,” I grunt, and he chuckles as he hangs up.

I don’t know how long I sit there with Ella, but the sobs seem to lessen when the front door opens and in walks five brothers. I know that I called three, but they must have said that Ella needed something, and they sprang into action. It has only been a month, but everyone fucking loves her already.

When smells hit the kitchen and the guys come to place food at the table, Ella lifts her head from my chest, but pauses to wipe her face with her hands. She looks up at the brothers, and her lip wobbles. She bites her lip to stop it. I look at them, and they are trying hard to hold back laughter.

She looks at all the bags, and then smiles like a kid on Christmas morning. She doesn’t waste any time ripping open every bag and box looking for what she wants. Torch hands her a plate with an amused expression. They had brought a lot of food, so I know that everyone will stay to eat; however, they are all waiting until Ella decides what she wants before they dig in.

She looks at all of us, gives the brothers a thumb’s up, and then starts to fill her plate. All we can do is chuckle at her. Fuck, she’s cute.

Ella ends up putting two slices of pizza, half a burger, a few fries, a taco, and then Chow Mein on her plate. She nods her head in approval of her own food selection. Then she turns her head, and looks to her brother Steal batting her eye lashes at him. He just rolls his eyes and grabs a carton of apple juice from the fridge, and a glass for her to use. Everyone knows how much she loves the stuff. We started stocking it at the club so that when she is there, no one has to worry about running out to grab her some.

She gestures to the food right before she starts eating like she has been starving for weeks. She doesn’t really care what she looks like eating, and I fucking love that. She’s not shy about what she wants to eat.

Everyone makes their plates, and sits down with us. There is barely any conversation since everyone is busy eating. Torch is sitting on the other side of her mostly eating wings that she never took. She slides her hand over to his plate thinking she’s being sneaky to steal one, and everyone chuckles. He slides his plate closer to her, and she happily grabs one. All he does is shake his head at her.

Once everyone is done eating, they all leave. I lock the doors, and set the alarm. I decide to check on Ella once more. When I open her bedroom door, she is sleeping softly, but the lamp is on beside her bed. I walk in the room to turn it off. I do a quick glance around her room since I haven’t been in there before.

I look at the closet, and the door is open. She still has her husband’s clothes in there. That does something to me that I can’t describe. I look back at her, and she is still sleeping softly, so I look in her dresser and find that his clothes are still in there too. On top of the dresser, there is a picture of them beside her jewelry box. They look like they are on a picnic. She seems so happy and carefree. There is a smile on her face that I haven’t ever seen on her before. I wish that she would smile at me like that because she’s fucking beautiful. The way he looked at her in the picture was like she was his whole world. There is no doubt in my mind from that look that he loved the fuck out of her. It isn’t until I glance back at her that I notice that she is only sleeping on one side of the bed, like she’s used to him being there. Fuck, she has this room sitting the way they left it the morning that he was killed.

I’m still staring at her when her breathing increases, and her head starts shaking back and forth. There is a pained expression on her face. It’s not until she starts yelling that I know what’s going on. “Jeff, no… please don’t leave me…” He still haunts her dreams. Fuck, I need to do something. I can’t stand to see her looking so distraught. Seeing her in this kind of emotional pain fucking guts me. I don’t take time to dwell on how that makes me feel because I’m trying to figure out how I can make her stop yelling.

I decide to climb behind her on Jeff’s side of the bed, and put my arm around her. She turns into my arms, and grips my arm tightly. There is a little whimper, and then she whispers my name before she relaxes against me and sighs.

The feeling of my presence calming her does something to me. I know that she’s different than anyone I have ever met, and spending every other day with her makes it harder and harder to distance myself from her. I already know that she’s not the kind of girl you fuck and chuck, or the kind of woman you forget about. She’s the kind of girl you fall in love with. The thought of falling in love with her doesn’t scare me.

The next morning, I wake up on my back with Ella’s head on my chest. I feel her finger gliding across my chest. I already know that she’s looking at my tattoos. I have a snake going up my right side with the head of the snake coming up to my shoulder. It’s big, and it is my favorite tattoo. I got it eight years ago. I had been a member of the club for seven years at that point. I know that I would always be loyal and dedicated to my brothers, so I had no problems with getting a snake tattooed on me. I have the club symbol tattooed on the left side of my back. Then I also have my last name, Evans, down my left arm from shoulder to elbow.

“What are you doing?” I ask, groggily rubbing a hand over my eyes.

She stills for a second, and then continues tracing the snake. “I’m looking at your tattoo. I figured that since you’re in my bed, I’m perfectly allowed to look at it,” she says trying to sound tough.

I can’t help but chuckle at her. “Trace away, baby. I don’t mind,” I tell her. She hums, and then continues her tracing.

We don’t speak for the next twenty minutes. I can’t help but feel relaxed laying here with her. I just rub small circles on her back. I could lay here all day doing this and be perfectly fine with it. I take a glance at the clock, and it says one in the afternoon. Fuck, I never sleep this late, but it could have also something to do with the four in the morning binge fest I took a part in last night or, should I say, this morning.

“We should get up. Your appointment is in an hour,” I tell her, reluctant to leave the comfort of her bed.

“But you’re so comfy,” she groans while rolling off of me. When she is on her back, she stretches her arms above her head and yawns. I don’t think she knows how much that fucking doesn’t help my morning wood watching her push her chest out without being at all aware that it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Over the last month, I have noticed that she doesn’t know how beautiful she really is. When any of the brothers give her a compliment, she always blushes. It’s fucking adorable.

She looks at me shyly before she speaks. “Thanks for coming in here while I was having a nightmare. Usually I can’t sleep after I wake up from one. I seemed to fall asleep pretty fast last night though.”

“Babe,” I say until she looks at me. “How often do you have those nightmares? I’m sure not sleeping isn’t good for the baby. You need your rest.”

She coughs something into her hand, and I have no fucking idea what she just said. “What was that?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “I said ‘every night’,” she whispers, and turns away from me.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me? You need your rest for the baby. No wonder you’re fucking tired all the time,” I grumble at her, trying my best not to yell at my baby mama.

She stands and puts her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t even matter, okay? Nothing I do makes them go away. I can’t just watch my husband get hit by a car, and not have nightmares about it,” she tells me with her voice cracking at the end.

“Baby, I’m here to help you. We are in this together, and I want to help you. I mean his shit is still everywhere. Maybe your nightmares will go away if his shit isn’t sitting around like he’s going to come back,” I say while narrowing my eyes at her.

I’m so lost in the anger I feel inside, and I know it isn’t justified. She wasn’t mine or carrying my baby when she was married to him, but it fucking guts me that she promised herself to someone else.

She walks up to me with so much anger in her eyes, and slaps me across the face. I look at her in shock. I’m pretty fucking sure she is in shock too, but the anger has taken over her face.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do with my home. I spent the last ten years with that man, and I loved him with all my heart. It’s only been four months since he died. I just need more time. I can’t even think about him without wanting to break down. The only reason that I push myself through each and every day is for the baby. If I wasn’t pregnant, I would be in that bed right now, and I wouldn’t come out for a year. We had everything planned! We were going to grow old together, and have lots of kids and grandkids. We were going to give them the life that we never had, and then my life is stolen from me! In the last four months, I have found myself attached to a man for life who isn’t my husband who I had planned on spending my entire life with. Not only that, I find out he is a biker and part of a motorcycle club. When I finally meet the members of this club, I end up meeting my father, and find out that he has wanted to a part of my life all this time when I was told all my life that he wanted nothing to do with me. I am then forced to realize that my life has been one big fucking lie. I can barely process any of that, let alone mourn my husband. When the one you love is in your arms dying, you experience a great pain that you never knew you would experience. You don’t get to tell me how long I can grieve not only for the man I love, but for the life I thought we would have had.”

After she says all this, she grabs some clothes and walks into the bathroom. I sit on her bed with my head in my hands. I’m such a fucking asshole. All I was thinking about was me, and how I had to deal with a woman suddenly coming into my life, and a baby I never thought about having, and how I would have to protect them against anyone who would want to harm the club.

I wasn’t thinking about her. I wasn’t considering everything that she is going through, or what has happened to her since she met me. Her life completely changed in the blink of an eye. One minute she was married to this fucking lawyer planning a life with him- the house, kids, grandkids- and then it was all ripped away. Now, she’s the missing princess of the club, and having the VP’s baby. I knew all this, and yet I wasn’t very understanding of everything she was going through. I know everything that went through my fucked-up head. I wanted my shit everywhere. I wanted my clothes hung up in the closet next to hers. I wanted her to sleep in my arms every night. I wanted her to come to me so that I could chase away her nightmares for her so that she would never have to feel any pain.

I am lost in thought of what a fucking dick I am when she comes out of the bathroom. Her eyes are red-rimmed from fucking crying. That fucking guts me that it was me who made her cry like that. Without a word, I stand up and pull her into my arms. She’s stiff for a second, and just when I think she’s going to push me away, she puts her hands around my waist and hugs me back.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I was being a selfish prick and only thinking of myself and how I felt, but I will remember everything you are going through first before I say anything like that again,” I whisper into her hair. I can feel her nod against my chest.

“Let’s go find out what we are having, and then we can head to the club. Sound good?” I ask her softly.

She sniffles. “Okay, but only if Cook will make me steak and mashed potatoes, or I’m not going,” she tells me. I can’t help but chuckle.

“Okay, I will let him know what you want.” I pull away and go grab some clothes. I have a bag in the living room that I keep here. If she keeps getting nightmares, I will have to think about moving it to her room. We can deal with that later.

While I’m getting dressed, I send a message to Cook.

Me: Ella says she will only come to the club if YOU make her steak and mashed potatoes.

Cook: Then I will make her steak. When will you be here?

Me: After the doc’s, so maybe over an hour.

Cook: Right, Princess will get what she wants.

I can’t help but smile. All the brothers call her Princess. That’s what she is to them now, so that is the only club name she will get. Sometimes we give the old ladies nick names if we can think of one to match her personality. The club whores don’t get club names. They are a part of the club for as long as they want to be, but the nicknames are only reserved for family.

Trust me when I say that the club whores weren’t happy learning about the new addition. They knew they couldn’t say shit about Ella if they wanted to stay in the club. Since they are at the bottom, they can’t say shit about a princess. I don’t miss all the looks and glares they send Ella when she stops by to visit Prez.

I am so nervous it’s crazy. I’m going to see my baby. Fuck. My baby. The one that’s growing inside Ella right now. They told her that she couldn’t go to the washroom so that they could see the baby better. Who the fuck knew that shit. I never knew that would cause a problem. We are currently in the waiting room (well, I’m sitting. Ella is pacing back and forth trying not to pee her pants). I swear she’s a second away from dancing on the spot.

“Ella Daniels?” a woman in scrubs calls. Ella walks as quickly as she can to the nurse which makes me chuckle. The nurse looks at me as I get up and stand behind Ella, and I swear her eyes widen.

“Sorry, this is Damien. He’s the father,” Ella says as she’s dancing in the spot she’s standing in.

The woman nods her head and turns around. “Follow me and we can look at your baby.”

We are placed in a room with a huge fucking machine with screens on it, and there is a bed beside it. The woman tells Ella to lay down.

“I’m just going to need you to pull your pants down a bit, and then we can get started.” Ella pulls them down as best as she can, and then the woman helps her.

“The gel might be a bit cold,” the woman states. Ella nods her head, and I realize that I am still standing by the door when she holds her hand out to me. I snap out of my daze and walk over to her so that I can grab her hand. She’s probably just as nervous as I am.

“Alright, so I’m going to take some pictures and do some measurements to make sure that the baby is growing healthy. When I’m done, I will let you see the baby. I just need you to lay back and relax,” she tells Ella who nods her head in understanding.

I watch the screen in fascination. Half of the time I’m not sure what the fuck I’m looking at, but it’s pretty cool to see something growing inside of Ella. After about forty-five minutes, the woman tells us that she has everything she needs and that we can see the baby now.

She pushes the screen so that Ella can see the baby from her angle. I glance down at Ella, and notice she’s looking at me. I give her a smile and kiss her knuckles. She smiles back, and we both look at the screen. I hear Ella gasp, and I suck in a large breath. Holy shit. From the angle that the woman has the baby on the screen, you can see the baby’s head and top part of its body. That’s it, there’s a fucking baby growing inside this woman. Not just any baby. Mine.

Nothing could have ever prepared me for this moment. The moment that I see my baby for the first time. It’s amazing. This moment is the one that I will look back on and remember for the rest of my life. This is the day that I saw my baby for the first time.

“Now, you wanted to know the sex, right?” she asks us with a smile.

“Yeah, we want to know,” Ella says looking at me. All I can do is nod.

“Well congratulations, you’re having a boy,” the woman says enthusiastically. I look at Ella, and see that she has unshed tears in her eyes.

“Damien, we’re having a boy!” she says smiling. I smile back at her. I feel tears in my own eyes, and I never fucking expected that. Finding out that I’m having a son brings fucking tears to my eyes. Fuck, if Ella ever tells the brothers that I acted like this, I’m fucked.

“We sure are baby, we are going to have a son.” I lean over and kiss the top of her head.

“I’m going to print off some copies of the pictures for you guys to show friends and family. You can wipe off the gel, and the washroom is behind you.” The woman points to the door behind the bed and starts clicking on buttons. Ella wipes her stomach quickly, and runs to the bathroom as fast as she fucking can. All I can do is shake my head at her.

“Here you are. Congratulations again,” the woman says before she leaves.

So much has happened in my life in the last few months, but this is the moment it hits me. I’m going to be a dad. Sure, I always knew that I was going to be a father, but it never really stuck until I saw the baby inside Ella. At that moment, my life had changed. I don’t care about club pussy, or random women who want to fuck the VP of Vicious Snakes. All I care about is Ella and the baby. I already know that I won’t have to choose between her and the club because she is part of it.

I barely register her coming out of the bathroom until she taps me on the shoulder.

“Hey Damien, are you okay?” she asks me softly with worry in her eyes.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. I guess it’s just sinking in that I’m going to be a father. It didn’t really click until I saw the baby growing inside you on the screen.”

“Well, we are half way there, so we got twenty more weeks to go. I’m going to become big as a house, and will probably start to waddle. With my luck, I will probably get stretch marks too,” she says grabbing her purse and putting her shoes back on.

“You will still be beautiful,” I tell her, and I fucking love the blush that comes over her face.

“Well, in any case, that was easily the best piss I have ever had,” she tells me bluntly, and I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh.

This woman is something else. When she turns her head and winks at me, I know why she said what she did- to pull us away from the emotional event that just occurred.

“Come on, Cook is making you steak and mashed potatoes,” I tell her, and she looks at me hopefully. Uh oh.

“Do you think that he’s cooking chicken too?”

“He probably is, baby,” I tell her putting a hand on her back, and walking out of the doctor’s office. Before I get into Ella’s SUV, I grab my phone and text Cook again.

Me: I really fucking hope you have chicken too.

Cook: Already done. Princess never has one type of food on her plate. Knew she would change her mind.

Me: Thank fuck.

I can’t help but shake my head. Ella already has all the brothers wrapped around her finger. Any one of them will get up in the middle of the night to grab her a fucking milkshake if she asked. They have no problems feeding her. It helps that she’s the sweetest woman to come to the club in a long fucking time. I have never seen judgement in her eyes at anyone, and Prez has told everyone to keep the sex out of the common areas while she’s around. They all agreed pretty fucking fast because no one wants to make her uncomfortable. I think that everyone is afraid that she will run like her mother did, but I can’t see that happening. She doesn’t seem like the type to walk away from her family.

I drive us to the club house, and Ella is humming the whole way. When we get out, there are only prospects in the front. I know that’s because everyone is waiting to hear what we are having.

Walking into the clubhouse, I spot Prez right away. He grins wide at Ella and she walks up to him for a hug.

“Hey, baby girl. How was the appointment?” he asks when he pulls away from the hug to put an arm around Lily.

“Oh great! The baby is healthy and growing big,” she tells him with a smile that I have never seen on her face.

“That’s great. So, don’t keep me waiting. What are you having?” he asks impatiently.

“Having? Dad… I’m having a baby. I thought it was obvious,” she says with a sly smile pointing at her stomach like we don’t know that there is a baby in there. I shake my head at her with a smile on my face.

“I know you’re having a baby, but what kind?” he asks with an annoyed tone. I see his lips twitch in amusement.

“Oh, well it’s going to be small at first, and it should look like a mix between Damien and I,” she says trying to hold back laughter. She’s probably the only one who can get away with fucking with Prez like this.

“Girl, you better tell me the sex of your baby right now,” Prez says calmly.

“Oh, the sex! Right, it’s a boy,” she says smiling widely. Prez pulls her in for another hug, and all of the Old Ladies hug her while also patting me on the back, congratulating us.

“Thanks everyone, but can I get my chicken now?” she asks seriously making everyone laugh.

“Sure, baby girl,” Prez says kissing her on the head while throwing an arm over her shoulder.

“Wouldn’t want her to cry because she’s hungry again,” Torch says, and that has everyone laughing.

We all eat, and the old ladies talk Ella’s ear off about the baby and pregnancy. They all decide that they wanted to go shopping. Ella had told them that she was going to look into getting someone to paint the house since she can’t now. Most of the brothers jump on the opportunity to help.

We decide that she should stay at the clubhouse while they paint her house. When they ask her about her husband’s stuff, I stiffen since this was a sore spot for us this afternoon. She looks at me when she speaks.

“Well, I think that it would be best if we gave away the clothes, but other personal stuff I’m not ready to go through, so maybe we can put them in boxes until I’m ready to go through everything. We can put them in the basement for now,” she says. I nod my head in agreement with her. She gives me a relieved smile.

“Sounds good, baby girl. If you’re not ready then that’s fine, but we do need to get your house ready for the baby. Also, if you want the walls in the living room and kitchen painted then we will do that, and then we can work on the nursery. You can stay there tonight, and then tomorrow we will pack a bag for you to stay here until it’s done,” Prez tells her.

Ella nods her head in agreement. I decide to put her in my room, and Prez agrees. It’s only down the hall, and I know that he plans on staying in his room instead of at his house as long as Ella is there. He watches her like a hawk when she’s at the club house. I know that it’s because of the club whores. The brothers wouldn’t dare to mess with her. We have all heard the hushed conversations from the club whores regarding Ella.

After we spend some time with the brothers, I decide to take us back to Ella’s. She already seems tired, so I know I just want her to relax.

When we get back, Stacey is home watching a movie.

“Hey, girl. So, did you find out?” she asks with excitement in her voice.

“Yes, we are having a boy,” Ella replies. Stacey squeals and runs to hug Ella. I have to back away before any more squealing starts happening.

I decide to grab a shower while Ella catches up with Stacey about our day. I know that she didn’t think much of us until Torch had beat the shit out of some asshole trying to force himself on Stacey. She had been more accepting of the idea that us bikers are a part of Ella’s life after that.

I grab my bag, and bring it to Ella’s room. I don’t spend a long time in the shower since it feels like a long fucking day already. I know that if I’m tired, Ella is too. Prez has me going on a run tomorrow morning so, when I bring Ella to the club, at least he will be watching over her. I know that if she was at her house with a brother watching her from outside, I wouldn’t be able to relax.

When I get out of the shower, Ella is in the room grabbing some clothes to sleep in. She looks at me with questioning eyes.

“I’m staying in here tonight.  I can’t stand the thought of you having nightmares. If you still have one while I am in the bed then you can kick me back to the couch tomorrow, but let’s just try it tonight, okay? I’m tired, and I know that you are tired, so go wash up and get some rest.”

She nods her head, and heads into the bathroom with her clothes. I am only wearing my boxers. I know that she has already seen me with only boxers on already, so I’m not really willing to put on more clothes. I climb into the bed, and get under the covers. When I finally lay down, I can’t help but smile. Fuck, this bed is the most comfortable thing that I have ever slept in. Way better than that fucking couch I have been laying on.

I must have fallen asleep because all I feel is the bed dip and Ella getting under the covers while shutting off the lamp. I’m half asleep, so I am using that as an excuse for pulling her into my arms. I have my front against her back with my hand over her belly. I can feel the hard, little bump that already has my child growing in there. Ella is only stiff for a moment, and then she relaxes. I know it doesn’t take long for either of us to fall asleep.