Page 122 of Savage Outlaw

“Baby.. what?” He stepped toward her.

“It’s not my ass I’m worried about.” She said. “It’s the fucking baby you put in me, Tad…”

Butcher was not a mic drop kind of man.

He didn’t shock easily.

He’d seen too much shit in his life to feel the ground shake under him.

But those words from his Roux more or less buckled his goddamn knees.

They were having a baby?

And his girl wasn’t happy about it…

THIRTY-FOUR

“A tiny savage.” – Roux

“This has got to be a fucking joke! I can’t be pregnant.”

She paced and paced, trying to figure this shit out.

They were always careful. Always. She’d taken the pill for so long to regulate her heavy cycle that it was second nature, she never missed.

This had to be a mistake, a false positive, something like that.

Behind her, she felt him towering.

“Roux, baby … take a breath, okay?”

She swung around.

Why wasn’t he freaking out too?Pleaseget on board and freak out with her. If there was ever a time to have a couples freak out it was now, she reckoned. But he looked calm as ever, almost too calm as he rubbed a hand down the top of her arm.

“Take a breath?Take a breath? I want to smash your face in, Tad. I’m on the pill. I never forget. You’ve seen me, I’m crazy meticulous about taking the pill every day. I haven’t had any antibiotics. Haven’t thrown up, not once. And I get pregnant. This is all your fault. Your fucking majestic cannon shot my womb full of that damn sperm against my will. What did it do, use hammers to get in?”

It only took one masked chuckle and she glared at him. “You even dare laugh with that inflated ego right now and I will lose my mind and explode all over this room.”

“Risking my balls, you have to calm down, okay? Let’s talk about this.”

She breathed for a few seconds, real deep breaths and then about threw herself on the couch. “I think it could be a mistake. Those tests aren’t accurate are they?”

Only if not, her friend was at home celebrating her positive result so it didn’t look good for Roux.

“Did you suspect you were pregnant?”

“No,” she answered and watched him stride in front of her and he dropped on the leather pouffe, his arms resting to his knees. His crystal eyes focused on her face. It was clear he was keeping his thoughts in check for her sake but that flash grin when she accused him of knocking her up revealed how pleased he was.

She felt sick.

Her heart was going ten to the dozen as she whittled her lower lip with her teeth. She wanted to slap her friend; this was Cinder’s fault too.

“I know this is a surprise, not something we planned.” He started and she looked at the eyes she loved more than anything, feeling her heart twist up inside.

“You could say that. We only just moved in together.”

He seemed to pause as if gauging her reaction. He put his hands on her knees and smiled. “It’s a good surprise though, yeah? I can’t say I’m not fucking thrilled you got my baby inside you, Cookie. I always wanted kids with you one day, it’s just come earlier than planned.”

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