Page 126 of Dash

“Oh. Maylie’s in labour. Mace’ll be losing his mind.”

Before Dayna got pregnant, I would have made a joke about that, but knowing she’ll have to do that in a few months, I can’t bring myself to.

“That’ll be us soon.”

She groans. “Don’t remind me. My uterus is already pissed off.”

“You scared?”

There’s a pause while she thinks about it. “No, I’m not. I mean, I’m not looking forward to the pain and tearing and potentially shitting myself, but I want to meet our baby.”

I kiss her, soft and slow, my hands moving under her shirt to cup her breasts. She whimpers against my lips, melting into my touch for a second before she pushes me away.

“The doctor said no physical activity for another few weeks at least. That means the pussy is closed for the season, baby.”

I groan. “I’m dying without you.”

She kisses me. “I’m dying too, but in a few weeks, I’ll be in the second trimester and horny. We can fuck all day long.”

The wiggle of her eyebrows makes me chuff a laugh. “I fucking love you.”

“Good. Because I fucking love you too.”

My phone vibrates on the bedside table. I reach for it, grunting like I’m ninety and not twenty-fucking-eight.

“You should have let me get it for you, grandpa,” Dayna teases.

It’s a message from Riot. I expect it to be an update on Maylie. It’s not.

I read it.

Then read it again.

Then blink in case I’m hallucinating.

“Rhys? You okay?”

I shift my gaze to Dayna, her brows drawn together in concern. “No. Fuck.” I read it again, just to make sure I’m not fucking reading it wrong. Then I say, “Diesel just kidnapped a girl.”

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