Page 101 of Reaper's Rival

“Yes.”

She sighed, running a hand down my jaw, looking at me as if I had asked her the hardest question in the world.

“Come on, Abby, we can do this.” I had so much faith in her. She was capable of being a mother. Hell, she was more than capable. “I’ll be right there with you.”

“Always?” She looked me squarely in the eye. “You can’t leave me when things get hard.”

“Have I ever left you when things got hard?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“So do you really think I would leave you now or ever?”

“My heart is saying no, but my brain is telling me it is impossible for you to promise me that.”

“Just say yes. Say you want this baby as much as me.”

“I never pictured myself keeping this baby, Kade. As soon as shit started with Blake, I knew I only had one option, and that was to give this baby up. But…”

“But?” I prompted her to keep going

She smiled. “But I prefer the idea of starting a family with you.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“It’s a yes.”

I grinned and couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. “I’m going to have a son.”

“You are.” She grinned back at me. “Most guys would be terrified about this. Hell, especially a biker. Being committed to something, or more importantly someone, is meant to be your biggest fear.”

“I’ve already faced my biggest fear.” I dragged her closer to me. “And that was living without you.”

“You’re going soft, Kade.”

“Only when it comes to you and our baby.” My hand went to her stomach. I wasn’t joking when I told her I had faced my fear. Being without her was, hands down, the worst time of my life. Watching her with another man, it was a slow and painful torture.

She linked her arms around my neck and brought my head to hers. “So this is what it feels like to have the man you love loving you back.”

“I’ve always loved you back.” I was going to kiss her to remind her of that when a throat clearing had me pulling back.

“See you two are awake.” Roach walked in. “Abby, we need to talk about that tattoo on your shoulder.” Roach went to the coffee machine.

Abby let go of me, and I preferred her wrapped around me. I helped her off the table.

“You mean the tattoo that is permanent, Dad?” she said.

“How many times did I tell you NOT to get a tattoo? And that,” He pointed at her, “is worse than a bloody picture.”

“I stand by my decision.”

Roach scoffed. “Next you will be telling me the two of you are getting married.”

I shrugged my shoulders. I had thought about it and Abby’s eyes went wide, like it was impossible for me to have thought about it. She looked incredibly nervous all of a sudden and it made me smile.

“So Reaper, have you decided when you are leaving? You know you can’t put it off any longer.” Roach looked at me.

“I’ll be heading out as soon as Abby is cleared to travel.” I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back to my chest.

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