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“The other part of me really wants to be a mother,” I confessed.
Ronnie grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly.
“Whatever the outcome, I’m right here with you. We all are. I still have to introduce you to the rest of the girls. They’ll adore you,” she said.
“I don’t know about that.”
“Oh, they will. The guys have kept them away from the clubhouse with everything that was going on, but that will change. Ripper tried to keep me away too, until you needed my help that night. After that, there was no more staying away,” she said with a smile.
“Thank you, Ronnie. You don’t know how much that means to me.”
“Any time.”
I returned to the bathroom, taking the test between my fingers to see the two little pink lines show up. My mouth hung open in awe and for the first time in a long time, I was ecstatic.
“Ronnie!”
She burst in and I showed it to her. She hugged me tightly and I let the happy tears flow from my eyes.
“Big news to share with Claymore tonight, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
***
I sat on the couch in Claymore’s living room, clutching my knees to my chest, sipping on a hot cup of tea. The front lock turned and the door opened up to reveal a tired, yet extraordinary happy man. Claymore’s blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, his beard thick, and his dog tag necklace rattled as he made his way over to me.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said, planting a kiss softly on my lips.
He took a seat, wrapping his arms around me, and I melted into him. His fingers entangled in my curly hair while he kissed the top of my head, relishing in this moment together.
“Claymore, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said, looking up at him.
“What is it?”
“I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant,” I blurted.
His eyes widened and for a moment I worried about what he’d say, but a smile curled up in his lips immediately.
“We’re pregnant?” he asked, pressing his forehead to me.
“Yes, we are.”
“Oh my God.”
He kissed me hard and the sensation of his soft lips on mine made all of my inhibitions disappear. He lifted me up, his strong muscles pressing into my skin as he twirled me around and I giggled.
“We’re going to be parents?”
“We’re going to be parents all right,” I muttered.
“Think we can get the little one a tiny biker jacket? They’re an honorary Rebel after all.”
“I think that would be absolutely perfect.”
I caressed his cheek, my fingertips brushing against his prickly beard while I pulled him in for a kiss. He rested his hand lightly on my stomach and there we savored the beginning of our little family.
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