“No, no, no!” I whisper-yell, staring in horror at the ruined second test. I break down instantly, ugly crying over the toilet while the first positive test sits right there on the counter. A second later the bathroom door flies open.
Tiny stands there, eyes wide with panic. “Buttercup? What the hell—” His gaze lands on the positive test still sitting on the counter. “What the fuck is this?” He snatches it up, stares at the two clear lines, then looks at me sobbing over the toilet. “Lucy… are you saying you’re pregnant? The stick says positive.”
I nod through my tears, half laughing, half crying. “Yes. The second one fell in the toilet. But the first one is positive. I’m pretty sure we’re having a baby.”
Tiny blinks once, then his whole face splits into the biggest, wildest grin I’ve ever seen. He hauls me up off the floor and crushes me against his chest, laughing loud and deep while I’m still sniffling. “You’re pregnant? Holy fuck, Buttercup. We’re really having a baby?” He pulls back just enough to cup my face with both hands, thumbs wiping away my tears. “I don’t need the damn second stick. I believe you.”
I nod, fresh happy tears spilling over. Tiny kisses me hard, then drops to his knees right there on the bathroom floor and presses his forehead to my stomach. “Hey little one,” he murmurs, voice cracking. “Daddy’s already here. And I’m never letting either of you go.”
“You’re going to be the best dad,” I whisper. “Protective, patient, the kind who teaches our kid to ride bikes, fix engines, and stand up for what’s right.”
He laughs softly, the sound vibrating through me, but there’s wild joy in it. “And you’re going to be the best mom. Smart, kind, and strong as hell. Our kid is lucky already.”
We stand there holding each other for a long time. His hands move to my stomach gently, fingers spread wide like he can already feel the life growing there. “I waited years for you, Buttercup. Now this… it feels like everything I ever wanted landed right here in my arms.”
Later that night, the house is quiet except for the soft chirping of crickets drifting through the open window. We lie tangled in bed, skin still warm from the shower we shared. Tiny hasn’tstopped touching me since I told him. His large hand stays possessively splayed over my stomach, thumb stroking slow, lazy circles that send little sparks of heat racing across my skin. Every caress feels heavier now, more intentional, like he’s already claiming the new life inside me along with my body. The air between us thickens, charged with a deep, needy hunger that builds steadily until my breath comes faster and his grows rougher against my neck.
He rolls toward me, eyes dark with raw need and wonder, pupils blown wide. “Buttercup…” His voice is low and gravelly, almost reverent as his hand slides lower, fingertips teasing along the edge of my panties. “You’re carrying my baby. Fuck, I’ve never wanted you more.” He leans in, capturing my mouth in a slow, filthy kiss that leaves me dizzy, his tongue stroking mine while his palm cups me possessively between my thighs. “Feel how wet you already are for me? This sweet pussy knows exactly who it belongs to.”
I arch into his touch, moaning softly as he slips two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right. Tiny groans against my lips, grinding his hard cock against my thigh. “Goddamn, you feel so perfect. So tight and soaked. This pussy’s mine. Always has been, always will be. Gonna fill you up every night while you’re growing our baby, Buttercup. Keep you full and dripping with my cum.”
He moves over me, settling between my thighs and pushing in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. We both moan loudly. His rhythm starts deep and deliberate, but quickly turns harder, more desperate. “That’s it, baby. Take every inch like the good girl you are,” he growls, hips snapping. “You’re gonna look so fucking hot all round and pregnant with my kid.Everyone’s gonna know I bred you deep. That I claimed this sweet little pussy so thoroughly.”
His pace quickens, one hand braced beside my head while the other grips my hip possessively. Pleasure coils tighter with every thrust. “Say it, Buttercup. Tell me whose baby you’re carrying. Tell me who owns you.”
“Yours,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as I meet his thrusts. “All yours, Tiny.”
He growls in satisfaction, pounding into me with that perfect rhythm that drives me wild. “Damn right. Gonna fuck you slow and deep like this for months. Keep my Buttercup glowing and satisfied. You’re mine to love, mine to breed, mine to spoil forever.”
We come together hard, his release spilling deep inside me as he holds me like he’ll never let go. Afterward he collapses beside me and pulls me tight against his chest, one hand immediately returning to my stomach. “I love you, Buttercup. Love you and our baby more than anything in this world.”
The next morning I wake to the smell of breakfast. Tiny stands at the stove flipping eggs. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. “You didn’t have to cook.”
He turns and kisses me deeply. “I want to. You’re growing our baby. Least I can do, Buttercup.”
We eat on the porch as the compound wakes up around us. Kids running between houses, brothers waving as they pass. Scarlett pulls up and hugs me tight when I tell her the news. “A baby! The girls are going to lose their minds.”
Tessa, Hadley, and Erica show up later. We sit in the living room with cookies and coffee. They all talk at once, excited and teasing.
“Tiny is going to be overprotective as hell,” Hadley says with a laugh.
Erica nods. “Steele already offered to build a crib. The whole club is going to spoil this kid rotten.”
Tiny comes in from the garage, sees the group, and smiles big. “Ladies. Taking good care of my wife?”
Scarlett grins. “Always. Congratulations, Papa.”
He walks over and drops a kiss on my head, pride rolling off him. “Best news I ever got.”
The days blend into weeks. My belly grows slowly. Tiny comes to every doctor appointment, holding my hand during the first ultrasound. The heartbeat fills the room and his eyes stay locked on the screen. “That’s our kid,” he whispers, voice thick. “Our little miracle.”
Club life continues steadily. We host barbecues on weekends, kids chasing each other across the grass while brothers laugh loud but gentle around the little ones. Tiny teaches one of the older boys how to check oil on a bike. I watch from the porch with the girls, happiness settling deep in my bones.
One evening we sit on our porch after dinner. I’m in Tiny’s lap now that my balance feels off. His hand rests on my rounded stomach. The baby kicks suddenly. Tiny stills, wonder filling his face. “Feel that, Buttercup? Strong already. Just like their mom.”
A few weeks later the girls decide the baby shower needs to happen at Perdition during the day so the whole club can be part of it. I try to argue for something smaller, but once Tessa, Scarlett, Hadley, and Erica get an idea in their heads there is no stopping them. By the time Saturday afternoon rolls around, the clubhouse has been completely transformed in the most ridiculous way possible.
Perdition looks like a biker baby store exploded inside it. Pink and black streamers hang from the rafters next to chrome exhaust pipes and fairy lights. A giant banner that reads “Tiny’s Spawn Incoming – Lock and Load” stretches across the bar in glittery letters. Someone has parked a miniature pink Harley Davidson trike in the middle of the room, complete with training wheels and a tiny cut that says “Future Prospect” on the back. Balloons in every shade of pink and black float everywhere, bumping into brothers’ heads as they try to walk through.
