Page 142 of Reaper's Rival

She was glowing, and I put my hand on her stomach. “Not much longer, baby boy.”

“Yeah, thank god for that. I feel like I’ve been huge for ages.”

“Babe, you're pregnant, not fat.”

“Same thing. Now stop filming.”

“Make me.”

“Fine, I will.”

She launched herself at me and the video stopped.

I sighed and put the phone down. Losing a son was one of the hardest things I’ve gone through. How can Abby be prepared to just give this one up? Didn’t she want a family with me? Fuck. Why would she?

My head snapped up at the knocking on my door. “Come in.”

“Reaper, the girls want to know if you’re staying for tea tonight?” Brad walked in, smoking. “You and Abby work things out yet?”

“How do you know we’re fighting?”

“The whole club saw her storm out today; anyway, you have been staying here till midnight and back by six.”

“What the fuck. Are you watching my every move or something?” I wasn’t ok with this.

“My job is to watch your back, so I have to know where your back is.” Brad arched an eyebrow “This isn’t about Kelly, is it?”

“No.” I didn’t want to talk about that, and I sure as fuck wasn’t explaining myself. “Just tell the girls yes.”

“Righto, boss.”

“And Brad.”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking stop watching me.”

He smirked. “It's my job, Prez.” He closed the door and left me back on my own.

I turned my phone over in my hand, thinking. Should I call her? Was she home?

I sighed, putting the phone on the desk. Fuck this, I needed a drink.

Abby

He wasn’t coming home. I already knew that, but still, I cooked enough just in case he did come home. I sighed, turning the hot plates off. This wasn’t fair. Right now I needed him, and he was nowhere to be seen. He wanted this baby, and I didn’t know what I wanted.

But after seeing that pregnant woman at the mall earlier, so happy and ready, it made me think. Was I ready? I was ready for Matthew, so how would this be different?

I scooped the soup out and poured it into the bowl. The longer I waited the harder, the decision.

My phone buzzed and, thinking it was Reaper, I stopped what I was doing. What did he want? Was he ok? Did he want me to come to the clubhouse?

I flipped my phone over.

‘Are you coming next weekend?’

Kim.

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