Shrugging, she just says, "Okay, sure."
"Fuck you!" she says and storms out.
Felicity tries to hit Lex's shoulder with her own as she stomps away, but Lex side steps her. "Well, okay, then."
That's not Lex. NothisLex. Colt walks up to her, concerned, and places his hand on her shoulder. "Is everything okay with Lacey?"
"She's pregnant."
His stomach sinks with dread. "What?"
The last time Lacey was pregnant, Lex ended up with the scars on her forearms from a broken mirror being slashed into them while she tried to stop Lacey from ending her own life. The amount of blood in that bathroom looked like a horror movie set, and Colt will never forget it. Nothing good has come from Lacey getting knocked up.
"Yeah, you left before Psycho showed up. Scared the hell out of Hailey and Lucas. She left just a note, and you know Psycho. He found out about the baby five minutes after she told me. She's five months along, and it's healthy. She's healthy. But she's freaking out. Not that I can blame her."
"Holy shit."
VP walks up to them, his eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck are Hailey and Lucas?"
Closing her eyes, she sighs, something she's been doing a lot of lately. "Colt can explain that one. I need to talk to Jennings. Can we go into the Chapel?"
"After you," Jennings says and moves his hand in ayou firstmotion.
Colt watches her walk into the Chapel with a man she swore she could never trust to tell him something she can't confide to Colt. It's a weird feeling. Mixed with what just happened with Felicity, he knows something has to be off. Something is very wrong, and he wishes she'd let him in and tell him what's going on.
"You know what that's about?" VP asks and sits at a table.
Diesel pulls Ky to the side, and Gavin makes his way back to the bar. Colt sits across from his father-in-law and shakes his head. "No idea."
He hates being left in the dark. Breaking down the door and bursting in on them to know what they're talking about seems both extreme and dramatic, no matter how much he may want to follow through with that plan. He'd give anything to know what's going on. Not because he feels entitled to anything, but because Lex will need help. Help she'll never ask for until she's broken and torn apart.
"You transferred back here without knowing why?" VP asks, pulling him from his worries.
Sighing, he just looks at the table. "I know Lex. And if she says we need to be here, especially after how great Summerville has been for us, I know it's important. When she's ready, she'll tell me."
"You have that much trust in her?"
"You don't?"
After everything Lex has done for the club, not to mention how much she's gone throughbecause ofthe club, it's surprising anyone would question his trust, let alone his father-in-law. She's killed for them, been kidnapped multiple times because of them, had multiple hospital stays, lost a child, and she's saved them more times than he can count. Everyone should trust her as much as he does.
VP chuckles. "Fair."
"I'm worried about her," he admits, his voice low to keep from anyone else overhearing him vocalize his fears. He doesn't need anyone else joining in and making things difficult for her.
"Why?"
Leveling him with a glare, he nearly reaches across the table to slap his father-in-law across the face. "You know her almost as well as I do. She will run herself close to death before asking for help. And whatever this is has to be big. She said it's going to put her through hell and destroy her family. She'll think she can take this on herself, which she will for a while, but she'll sacrifice herself to do it unless someone else is there to help shoulder the burden. To force her to share the load she carries."
VP gives him a strange look, and Colt shifts uncomfortably. "You're different."
"Excuse me?"
Leaning back in the chair, he taps on the table. "The Colt I knew even two years ago would have hounded her for a reason. Thrown a fit and done whatever he could to get that information out of Lex. And not just for her, but for you. You're different now."
He nods and knows the older man speaks the truth. It borders on mortifying to know this man, his wife's father, has seen him at his worst. Him at his worst has done so many terrible things to Lex, and it's shameful to see how surprised the older man is that the bad parts of Colt aren't coming out to play like they used to. "Yeah, I suppose I am."
"I think Summerville was good for you, too."