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I caused that look.
Fuck. Shaking my head with a sigh, I climb onto her sister's bed, laying down next to my girl before grabbing her hand in mine, making some of her tears fall.
"I'm so sorry, Spitfire."
She sniffles, "I don't think we're going to work, Snake."
I flinch at her use of my road name, but I don't let it deter me; I never have. "We will, Sarah; I fucked up; I should have just confronted you; I know that now, but I can't turn back time; all I can do is promise never to do it again and to always talk to you first. Sarah…”
She cuts me off with her rasped "I'm pregnant," and my heart fucking stops.
Pregnant—she's pregnant?
We're having a baby?
"I'm nine weeks. Mary is… was, the only one who knew."
I squeezed her hand and asked, "The pill failed?"
I won't accuse her of trapping me because the person I know, the person I'm in love with, would never do that. Honestly, right now, I wouldn't care even if she did because she's mine—her and our baby.
She nods slightly, "Apparently, the pill is only 99% effective; the doctor said I was in the 1% who fell pregnant; ridiculous, right?"
I give her a slight smile and say, "Or fate, baby."
She sniffles, "I thought that before, and Mary had said the same until I remembered what you did and how you treated me."
I stiffen before moving toward her and cupping her cheek, "I won't give up on us, Sarah; I fucking love you." Her tears fall as I grip her cheek harder. "Do you hear me? I fucking love you; I need you like I need air to breathe; I won't lose you, and not because of our baby, but because of you, only you."
She shakes her head and says, "You didn't love me enough to not touch someone else. I can't trust your words anymore. You-you need to focus on being a good father to our child because you and I, I'm sorry, but we're over; honestly, we were probably over when you decided to believe someone else over me."
My heart pounds in my chest, but if she thinks I'm letting her give up on us, she has another thing coming, "I won't give up, Sarah. You're my girl, my spitfire. We're going to be together again; I know I was an idiot, but this idiot loves you more than anything in this world."
She tries to shake her head, but I stop her as my lips touch hers. Fuck me, I missed her taste, and so has my aching cock as he perks up.
Down, boy, we're trying to win her back, not piss her off.
She kisses me back, but I don't take advantage, knowing she'll realize any second what she's doing before I gently break the kiss and rub my nose against hers.
"You can't give up on us, baby; give me a few months. You live with me at the club; you let me grovel and woo you; I cook for you every day. Please, baby, just give me a few months to prove how much I love you. Give me a few months to prove you can trust me and my words. Please, Sarah."
She sniffles before squeezing her eyes tightly shut. She loves me; I know she does, and that's why she's finding this so hard. Come hell or high water, I won't let her leave me, and not because of the baby; I refused to let her go before I knew of our little surprise. I won't let her go because she's my fucking everything.
With a deep breath, she opens her eyes before they connect with mine. She gives me a small nod, and I sigh in relief before holding her close to me, thanking Mary in my heart because I know her sister's pleading words before she passed are the only reason why she's willing to let me try and win her back around.
I will, whether it fucking kills me.
Chapter 24
Sarah – Three Weeks Later
I grunt as I tighten the nut on my handbrake on my truck. The flipping thing decided to get stuck, which meant my breaks were continuously on. I've finally fixed it; well, I hope I have; the old girl is slowly giving up on me; it's one thing after another lately.
Last week, it was the exhaust, and this week, it was the handbrake and the ignition. The thing costs me a fortune—a fortune I cannot afford to keep paying when I need to move out of the clubhouse.
I sigh before leaning back and looking around the small, cold garage. Pictures of naked women flitter around the walls of what is Dave's garage. He let me off the trial last week, which was great, but the pay stinks, which means, yes, I'm still at the club, and his men are not too keen on having a female mechanic.
The men are flipping pigs.
