Page 26 of Viva Wed Vegas

Josie grins. “Maggie thinks she’s pregnant, so we need a test.”

Elsie gasps. “That’s amazing. It’s so exciting. How late are you?” she asks.

“Six weeks,” I mutter. All their heads snap in my direction as they give me an ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look. I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know,” I groan.

“Hey, Star was wondering where you have all gotten to. She wants to get a photo of— Alina’s words die as she takes in us all huddled in my room. “What’s going on?” she asks.

Before I can answer, Dixie walks out of my en-suite bathroom, drying her hands on a towel. “Maggie might be pregnant,” Dixie points out.

My mouth hangs open. “How long have you been in there?” I ask, stunned.

“Since I ran past you after eating a piece of that cheese platter. Dairy is not my friend. I think it was the flea,” she groans, rubbing her stomach.

“You mean Brie,” Josie adds. Dixie nods.

“I didn’t even see you run past,” I point out.

Dixie shrugs. “You may have had your dress over your head.”

“Okay, well, we still need a pregnancy test,” Belle points out.

“Just use the room service. There is a hotel pharmacy,” Alina states.

“Will they do pregnancy tests?” Nova asks.

“Who in the fuck is pregnant?” I hear Star ask as she makes her way into the room, looking unbelievably stunning. Her ivory dress is a deep V-neck sleek slip wedding gown with thin spaghetti straps, leaving it backless, exposing her tattoos and curves. It was the perfect combination of simple, elegant, and sexy.

All of us gasp and coo at how incredible Star looks, ignoring what she said.

“Oh my god, Star! You look incredible,” Belle compliments.

“Yeah, great, thanks. Now which one of you is pregnant?” she asks.

I raise my hand, and her eyes go wide. “Well, I may not be,” I admit.

“She is six weeks late, so most likely is,” Josie whispers like I’m not standing right there.

“But you hate kids!” Star blurts out. “Well, you don’t hate them, but you didn’t want them,” she reminds me.

I nod, fiddling with my fingers. “Well, I am not sure how I feel right now,” I admit.

Star sits next to me and takes my hand in hers. I look up at her. “Whatever you decide, you have all of us with you every step of the way,” she states firmly. I swallow back my emotions and nod. “Good. Now someone get her a test, but don’t let on to Queenie or she will lose her shit,” Star orders.

“On it!” Alina calls over her shoulder as she jogs off, her heels clicking on the tiled floor as she leaves.

“Anyone else got a bun in the oven?” Star asks, looking at them. “I mean, we’ve got to keep the next generation of the Black Hearts going.” She snorts.

“Do you want any more?” Rhea asks Star.

Star grins. “You know, I just might. If only to have a girl and watch Ghost lose his shit as she gets older. For that reason alone, I’m tempted.” She snorts.

“Won’t just be Ghost, though. Enzo will be a big brother,” I remind her.

“Oh, fuck,” Star snorts, rolling her eyes at the thought.

Alina comes running back in. “Right, I’ve sent the butler guy to get us one; under strict instructions he is to tell no one. Queenie is currently in with the guys, and I may have locked them in. Just to be sure they don’t come anywhere near here,” Alina pants.

“How did you lock them in?” Star asks.

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