Page 67 of Jett

“You’re having my baby.” His lips tip up in that crooked smile again.

“Yeah.”

“We’re having a goddamn baby!” he whisper-yells, and his long legs swallow the distance between us. He cups my cheeks and kisses me. It’s sweet, it’s sinful, and it’s everything I wanted. Everything I want. “We’re having a baby.”

I nod. “We’re having a baby.”

“I don’t know the first thing about kids.”

“Me either.” I look up at him, slightly terrified.

“You’re going to look fucking hot with my baby inside you.”

I shake my head. “I’m going to look like an angry whale.”

“But you’ll be my angry whale, with my whale baby in your belly.”

“Yeah, I will.”

He kisses me again and takes my hand, leading me toward the door.

“Where are we going?”

“To celebrate.” He pulls me down the corridor and addresses everyone. “Listen up, you free-loading fuckers, Raine is no longer gonna be working here.”

I frown and turn to him. “What?”

“That’s right. She’s knocked up with my kid inside her. So, from now on, you pour your own goddamn drinks, and you clean up after yourself.”

Shouts, whoops, and whistles fill the room, and the boys all rush towards us, scooping me up and laying kisses on my cheek, calling me “mama” the way Kick had just a few minutes ago.

Amongst the fray, I glance at Jett—who seems awfully proud of himself. I hate to burst his bubble, but there’s a simple fact I can’t get over. “You’re firing me?”

He grins as Tank slaps him on the back with congratulations. “I don’t want you workin’ the clubhouse anymore.”

“Why the hell not? Is this because I’m pregnant? Because I can still work.”

“Not while you’re carrying my baby, you can’t.”

I laugh because he can’t be serious. “I’m not going to sit around like a house-frau stuffing bonbons in my face.”

“The fuck you talkin’ ’bout, woman?” Jett turns to me and draws me close, but I’m not done with this conversation yet.

“I’m not a housewife, Jett. I work. If not for you, then I’ll find someone else to work for. I’ll go insane if I don’t have something to keep me busy.”

“Then you can keep busy doin’ up the nursery, and pleasin’ your old man.”

I blink, long and slow, and I clench my fists, so I won’t grind my teeth down to the gums. “We’re going to be having a long chat after this.”

“We don’t gotta talk ’bout nothin’, darlin’. Unless it’s you gettin’ naked for me.” He pulls me in for a hug. I don’t hug him back because biker or not, there will be no getting naked until this is sorted. And seeing as he just fired me, he’s no longer my boss so he can’t tell me what to do. I bury my head against his chest anyway because it feels good to be held. I wasn’t sure this would be happy news, so having him smile and want to wrap me up in cotton wool—no matter how archaic—is still kind of nice.

“We’re definitely going to be talking when we’re alone.” I smile up at him as he leans down to kiss my lips.

Movement from the bar catches my eye.Grim. He turns and raises a shot glass to us in a silent toast, then he slams it down on the bar and walks away. All the breath leaves my lungs in a rush. I didn’t want him to find out this way. I know this can’t be easy for him. I’m aware Grim has feelings for me, but until my talk with Indie last night, I hadn’t known he was actually in love with me. I’m not even sure I really believe that, but either way, anyone can see he’s hurting right now.

“He’ll come ’round, darlin’,” Jett whispers. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Don’t. He’s not the enemy here. I don’t want the two of you fighting.”

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