Page 38 of It Must Be Fate

“I love it.” Reaching up, I cup his face, dragging my thumb gently across his cheek. “And you dared to think for one second that you wouldn’t be a good father,” I muse. “You’re already taking care of our little girl and she might not even be here for a while.”

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Chapter Eleven

Sixtine

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit or something?” I ask Bellamy.

“No, I’m fine! Where would I sit anyway?” she answers, gesturing at the crowd around us.

I laugh. “Okay, fair enough.”

The four of us are at an underground club, pressed against the ring as we wait for Phoenix’s fight to start. Tristan, Rhys, and Rogue are off somewhere getting us drinks.

My husband is a law school graduate, just like I am, and he splits his professional time between Sinclair Royal, the law firm we started with Bellamy, and Blackdown, my father’s weapons company, and yet he still finds the time to fight.

No, hemakesthe time.

It’s a way to relieve stress for him, to clear his mind and wipe the slate clean after a hectic day.

He also says it’s some of his best thinking time. It’s hard for me to argue with him when his most brilliant ideas seem to come after he’s stepped out of the ring.

Being a supportive wife, I come to each and every single one of his fights, even though I can hardly bear to watch them. I usually have to look at them through the hands I have clamped over my eyes, flinching any time his opponents throw a punch or a kick.

I’m lucky though, because Nix is good.

He’s great even.

Actually, he’s the best.

I’m not just saying that because I’m biased.

Even when he’s physically outweighed in a matchup, he seems to find a reserve of strength and will to beat the living daylights out of the other guy.

When I asked him once how he does it, he told me it’s because he refuses to lose when I’m watching. So I come to every game to make sure he never does.

He did ban me from ever being a ring girl again though, so I watch dutifully from the sidelines, cheering him on as loudly as I can.

“Plus,” Bellamy adds with a conspiratorial grin, absentmindedly rubbing her belly. “You now need that chair just as much as I do.”

I place a hand on my own stomach. “Do you think he’s going to be excited when I tell him?”

“Are you kidding?” Nera chimes in. “I’m legitimately afraid that I’m never going to see you again once he finds out. That man is going to lock you up in your house until the baby comes.”

I laugh because it very much is a possibility with Phoenix. But something else niggles at me.

Unlike his friends, Nix hasn’t been pushing me to have kids. He says he’s happy with it being just the two of us. I don’t want him to be disappointed that that’s about to change.

The crowd moves and a man trips backwards, jostling Bellamy in the process. I grab her by the arms, stabilizing her,and am about to yell at the man when he suddenly lifts right off her.

“Touch my wife again and this face will be the last thing you see before you die,” Rogue seethes, appearing as if from nowhere.

“I-I’m sorry,” the man stutters in response. “It wasn’t my fault–”

Rogue shoves him off like he weighs nothing and turns towards Bellamy without giving the man a second thought.

She gives him a small pout.

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