Page 48 of Striker

Chapter 29

Lilah

Three weeks later

Striker was up early helping around the ranch while I slept in. The past few weeks I felt horrible. I lost my appetite, felt sick all the time, couldn't sleep, and was constantly exhausted. We had chalked it up to my body finally catching up with everything that had gone on. I rolled over and felt a wave of nausea come over. I quickly hopped up out of bed and ran toward the bathroom. Leaning over the toilet, I watched as everything I ate last night came hurling out of my mouth.

I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs and knew Striker was coming in to check on me. He still wouldn’t let me out of his sight a month after the incident. Danny was six feet under and there was no retribution from the mob. He had acted completely on his own and they wanted nothing to do with him. Turns out he was a rat and was leaking information to another mob family.

The club had struck a deal with them and were now on good terms. They had some plans in the works, but that was as much info as I could get out of Striker. Everytime I asked; he always told me “Club business, Little Lark.” I would wear him down eventually, I just knew it.

“Lilah? You okay, babe?” Striker came rushing into the bathroom, falling to his knees. He pulled my hair back from my face and slowly rubbed my back. “I think it’s time you go and see Doc. I’m really concerned about you. Lilah, you killed a man. That’s a big deal and not everybody handles it well. Especially somebody like you who normally saves people.”

I shook my head as I sat back from the toilet. “I’m okay, babe. I promise. No need to get Doctor Hank involved for something so silly. I’m sure it’s just a stomach bug. You know I was talking to that new kindergarten teacher, Olivia, and she said all her little students are sick. We’ve seen a bunch of them at the Medical Center. Bad stomach virus going around. I’m around sick people all the time so it’s hard for me to get over something once I catch it.”

Striker just looked at me while he stood up. Reaching down, he helped me stand up and head toward the sink. I grabbed my toothbrush and tried to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth. “You were babbling on and on, Lilah. So I know you’re not okay and are trying to deflect. So I will be talking to Doc later today whether you like it or not.”

I finished brushing my teeth and looked up at Striker. Putting my hands on my hips, I narrowed my eyes at him. “I was not deflecting and I certainly wasn’t babbling. Now, what are you boys up to today?” I walked into our room and started to go through the closet to find something comfy to wear today.

It was a cool day, but I knew I was going to have hot flashes at some point. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a nice lace tank top. I threw those on while I quickly brushed my hair and threw it up into a ponytail. I sat down at the vanity and looked at Striker through the mirror.

“Well, my three weeks is up and Doc already said I’m good to go. I’m riding my Harley to the clubhouse today. I’ll be careful and will text you as soon as I get there. Your brothers will be with me too so I won’t be alone.” He looked like a little kid begging their parents for more dessert.

I laughed and spun around on my stool. “Babe, you are a grown ass man. Stop babbling and trying to deflect.” We both laughed as he came up and pulled me into a hug.

“I just know you, Lilah. You’ll worry that pretty little head off.” I playfully smacked his arm before pulling him in for a kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and bit down on my lip.

“Three weeks is up, Little Lark. You know what that means.” He winked at me as he kissed down my neck. I gently pushed him off and made a playful mad face at him. “Is that all you think about? Jesus Christ. Three weeks of blow jobs and you still act like a horny teenager.” Striker laughed and wrapped me in his arms.

“Nothing compares to that tight pussy, baby girl.” He gently guided me to the bed and lay me down. Pulling my tank top up, Striker kissed all over my stomach and made his way toward my breasts. He pushed the tank top over them and pulled down my bra.

“You and these lacy bras, Little Lark.” I giggled as he nuzzled my breasts with his face, the coarse hair from his beard tickling me. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I arched my back, lightly moaning his name.

All of a sudden a horrible wave of nausea came over me. I pushed Striker off me and ran to the bathroom, hurling myself over the toilet bowl. I groaned as he followed me into the bathroom. I dry heaved as Striker rubbed my back and whispered that everything would be okay. Once I was finished, I once again brushed my teeth and made my way back into the bedroom. “You will see the doctor, Lilah.”

I just shook my head yes and climbed back in bed. Striker kissed me on the forehead and pulled the quilt up over me. “I’ll be back in a little bit, babe. Try and get some rest. There’s crackers and tea on the nightstand. I’ll have your Ma come and check on you in a few.” He bent down and kissed me again before throwing his club vest on. “I love you, Little Lark.”

I smiled back at my amazing fiancé. “I love you too, Striker.” I quietly lay in bed until I heard the roar of motorcycles take off down the driveway. Before I could even get out of bed, my Mama burst through the door with a big smile on her face.

“Let’s get to it, baby girl!” She had a little plastic bag in her hand and headed toward the bathroom. Climbing out of bed, I made my way toward her. My Mama had five boxes of pregnancy tests laid out on the bathroom counter.

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