Page 119 of Savage Outlaw

“Oh, for fucks sake, look already.”

“You look at yours first.”

“We know what mine will say. Go on, see if you’re gonna be a mamma.”

“Please, Roux. I need a second.”

Poppy was either knocked up or she wasn’t, prolonging looking at the stick wasn’t going to change the outcome.

She grabbed her blue and white stick, waving it at Poppy, “There. Now you.”

Poppy approached the counter like she thought it was going to develop teeth and chomp her to death. But the moment she picked up her own stick it didn’t take a second before her friend started dancing like a lunatic. Shrieking and crying.

“Pregnant then?”

“I am so knocked up. Oh, my god!”

“You did it, Cinderella.”

The happy display went on before Poppy wilted to the couch. It was when Roux realized she still held her piss stick. She started for the bathroom to dump it in the trash when she caught the word on the digital display screen.

Pregnant.

WHAT?

That was wrong.

Did she pick up Poppy’s? No, she’d placed hers in a box to surprise Texas later.

A heavy thud started in her stomach and moved through the whole of Roux’s body until she was quaking.

The word didn’t change the longer she looked at it.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

What.

The.

Fuck!

THIRTY-THREE

“And the goat dad is back.” - Texas

Butcher had his ass on a bar stool and his boots braced on the floor when Texas strode through the entryway.

He smiled to himself.

It was a new normal to see the former treasurer coming through those doors and not be wearing hisSoulsgarb. He still wore his ties, leather jacket and jeans, biker boots too. It was more than a year that he’d lost his place in the club and it still was a blow to see him without the patch.

The guy smiled easier these days. Butcher was happy for him, happier still that they’d all moved on from that shit.

He stood down from the stool and stretched out his fist for the guy to bump. “Hey, man.”

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