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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Ivy

September

“Ahh, this is nice.” I voice out loud, taking in the fresh September air. The nippy wind blows across my face as the sun beams down on me, making me feel more alive than I have in the past couple of weeks. “It feels so good to be sitting outside, enjoying the sun, even though it’s chilly out.”

“Yeah, it is nice,Marrone Dolce.” Abel says from beside me. “You look beautiful by the way.” Flames lick at my skin, crawling up my neck, not stopping until they come to rest in my cheeks.

“Stop it, you’re making me blush, Abel.” I feel beautiful for a nine month pregnant woman.

Today’s outfit consists of a simple, light-pink sweater that hangs off my shoulder and matching joggers. Abel loves it when I wear my hair in an afro, so I threw in a gold headband to really make my fro pop.

I’d do anything to please him, so that’s how I’ve been wearing it since he told me he likes it.

“It’s true,Marrone Dolce.”

“Okay, you have to tell me what that nickname means, Abel.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He laughs, stroking my ankles while rubbing my feet. “One day, I’ll tell you, but that day is not today.”

“Oh, you are such a meanie.” I giggle. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, then just keep rubbing my feet for me.”

“Anything for my woman.” He says, getting to work on my swollen feet. “What do you want to be for Halloween?”

“Besides pregnant?” I say, throwing my head back, roaring with laughter. “Oh, sorry, you’re serious?”

“Yes. And you won’t be pregnant on Halloween. You’re less than two weeks from your due date. So it could happen at any time. Just because I’m the President of my motorcycle club, have business to handle, and you’re pregnant doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

“Uh, that’s exactly what it means. Aren’t you all supposed to be ruthless killers and shit?” I’m not even sure if that’s true or not, but that’s what always happens in the movies so why wouldn’t that happen in real life, right?

“Who says we aren’t?” He grins.

“Uh, you don’t seem to be.” I stutter.

“Don’t believe everything you see,Marrone Dolce.” He gives me a panty-melting wink, still working his magic on my feet. “So, what do you want to be?”

“I haven’t thought about it. Maybe I’ll look around and see what I can find.”

“Do that, because whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Camden and Travis come barreling out on the porch. “We found him! We found him!” They sing, doing a happy dance.

“Who did you find?” I ask, removing my feet from Abel’s lap and placing them on the porch.

“Your sperm donor! We found him.”

“I hate to break it to you guys, but I found him already.” Abels says, less than impressed.

“What?” Cam groans, looking defeated while Travis raves about their findings.

“Honey, your dad’s in the big leagues. He’s a big time drug dealer, like the Mafia and shit.” Travis says, doing his best impression of a Latino same-sex oriented man. “Aye, Poppie’s been a bad boy.” He giggles.

“Guys, he’s already been found.” I say loud enough for Travis to hear.

“You mean to tell us we put our detective skills to good use, and you just flushed our talent right down the drain?” Cam groans.

“You’re being dramatic again.” I remind him.

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