“You won’t, will you?” I ask rhetorically.
“I’m an outlaw biker’s old lady.”
I narrow my eyes on her, wanting nothing more than to kiss the shit out of her. “Fuck, I love you,” slips out and I freeze. I didn’t mean to say it. It’s true. It’s one hundred percent true. But I never meant to say it. I’ve never told a woman I loved her before. I’ve never loved a woman before.
Her eyes begin watering. Her mouth hangs open. Her chest is barely moving, like she’s not breathing. She doesn’t say anything back. I think she’s waiting for me to confirm it first. I close the space between us, then, bending down, my hands pressing gently to her cheeks, I kiss her. She gets it all with this kiss. I don’t hold back because I know it’s never happening again. I’m not the kind of man who falls in love. It’s Rae. It’s all about Rae. And those kids. Ty. Lacy.
My fucking family.
I have a fucking family. I mean one outside of the Horde. One that means everything to me. Good goddamn.
“Something wrong?” she asks softly. Her tone is off. I search her face. “You sort of just stopped kissing me in the middle of kissing me.”
“Sorry, baby. Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right, actually. All this shit going on, and swear to Christ, everything’s right.”
“Is it okay to tell you I’m in love with you, too?”
“Fuck no, it’s not okay.”
She looks stricken.
“It’s not okay because we’re in a fucking hospital and not at home where I can tie you to the bed, split your legs wide and eat you out until your whole body begins to vibrate and you scream my name. I can’t fuck you hard enough to break you in half, baby. I can’t make it so I have to feed Baby Girl and change her because you won’t be able to walk for hours after I finish with you.”
“Then I won’t tell you until we’re home,” she says, and fuck… I throw my head back laughing.
“You done having kids?” I ask, wiping my hand down my face to steady myself.
“Uh…what?”
“You done having kids or you gonna let me knock you up?” I don’t even know where those words come from except that I know soul deep that I’m in it for the long haul with this woman and I want that connection to her. I want to see how big her tits get when she’s knocked up. I want to be the one to rub her feet when the added weight from her changing body makes them ache. I want to fuck her with my hand pressed to her pregnant belly, knowing that’s my kid in there. Shit, I want all that and so much more.
“Right now?” she asks, then she licks her lips. It’s mesmerizing. “Because I think that kind of behavior is frowned upon in a hospital setting.”
“Smartass. Not now, but future.”
“Do youwanttoknock me up?”
“Yeah. Couple more. Four’s a good number, right?”
The look on her face says she’s not quite sure if I’ve gone crazy or not. “To be clear, you want four more or four total?”
“Four total, babe. Ty, Lace, and a couple more. How the fuck we gonna handle six kids and still fuck the way we want to?”
“Okay…good,” she sighs. “Because four more is a lot to ask.”
There’s a knock on the door, then it pops open. Another white jacket steps in. This chick has cool-as-shit, short, pink hair; thick, black frames like old lady glasses; and a nose ring. Good. I have more trust for people who aren’t up their own asses.
“We’re taking her for her tests now. You’ll have to stay here,” she says to me.
“Have at it,” I tell her. Then I bend in to kiss Rae again. “I’ll be here when you get back, baby.”
I drop my ass in an ugly lavender vinyl chair to wait for Rae to get back, propping my elbows on my knees, cradling my face. I’m turning into a fucking pussy—telling Rae that I love her and that I want to knock her up in the same damn conversation. Good thing my brothers weren’t around to hear that one. They’d never let me live it down. Especially since I meant every word. There’s no blaming it on being drunk or any of that shit.
She isn’t gone long when they roll her back in the room with me. “The doctor will be in with your results soon,” the glasses-and-nose-ring woman says before leaving us alone again.
“The nurse is bringing my pain meds now,” Rae says.
Finally.