Page 178 of Broken Bonds
Part of me is paranoid that, despite Alizée’s declaration, something might be wrong.
Then again…
“Do we want to know their genders?” I ask Jax.
“I would like to, because Dad and Pops and Iris will all drive us bug-nuts if we don’t find out. But if you don’t want to, we won’t, and I’ll back them off.”
“You could find out.”
“Uh, no.” He smiles. “There’s no way in hell I could keep that info a secret from you for any length of time. I would fuck up and let it slip somehow.”
“Let me think about it,” I say. “We can always call her and ask her, right?”
Jax nods. “Exactly.”
I settle in to eat, yawning the whole time.
Jax nudges me when I finish and I realize I’m just sitting there, my plate in my lap, and getting drowsy again. “Why don’t you head to bed? I’ve got the dishes.”
“You sure?”
He smiles and leans in to kiss me. “Absolutely sure.”
I gratefully hand him my plate and head toward the bedroom. I take a hot shower first, because my muscles are still a little achy from yesterday. I don’t even bother putting clothes on—I fall into bed, close my eyes, and let oblivion take me.
Chapter Seventy
Mal
Maybe, baby
“I hate needles,” I mutter as we sit in the waiting room.
Todd takes my hand. “It’s okay, baby. It won’t take long.”
“I hope it won’t take long,” Shawn says from his seat directly across from me, Jax sitting next to him. “I’m fricking starving.” He yawns, which sets me off, too.
Come to think of it, I am exhausted. Yesterday was a looong day, but I understand Iris’ excitement and know I’ll get used to her exuberant parenting style.
That really is the best word for it.
Considering how I was raised, I’m not complaining. For once, it’s a nice adjustment I have to get used to.
“I did try to wake you up to eat again before midnight,” Jax says with a playful smile. “I think you said something like, ‘Leave me the fuck alone.’ Do I get brownie points for trying?”
Todd laughs. “I promised Mal breakfast when we finish.”
“And coffee,” I remind him.
Todd smiles. “And coffee.”
“Goddess, I hope the doc doesn’t take caffeine off the list for Shawn,” Jax says. “I’ll need a stainless-steel cup.”
“Fuckin’ A, you will,” Shawn grouses. “Especially since I’m—” He shuts up.
“Since you’re what?” Todd asks.
“Pregnant,” Jax says.
