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I’m sure he didn’t want his sister with anyone in the club, but out of anyone, he should know that Armor was going to do right by me and protect me. Not only him but everyone else as well. Doubly now because I’m not only Hammer’s sister, but I’m Armor’s woman.
Additionally, I’m excited about the fact that there’s no longer a need for us to hide anything from anyone. There’s nothing wrong with having a quick fuck in the closet, but I don’t want that to be the only time I can put my hands on my man just because we’re worried about someone seeing us.
When I’ve flipped through the channels at least six times in the hope of passing the time, I finally give up my search for something to keep my mind occupied and reach for my clothing to get changed into. As soon as I get them on and put on my shoes, I make my way up to the rooftop of the building. Shiloh’s the first person I notice up there, and she looks like she’s just enjoying a little sun at the moment. Laid out and relaxing.
“Jada, hey, what are you doing up here? I thought you were in for a nap,” she says and sits up in her chair. Despite the fact that she’s still pretty small, I’m beginning to see a little bit of a baby bump on her. She still has to move pretty slowly to make sure she doesn’t get dizzy. When she moves, I always make sure that I’m paying attention to her, just in case she falls over while I’m around. The last thing we need right now is for something to happen to her. My brother would lose his fucking mind.
“I thought I would give it a go, but my racing mind is saying otherwise.” I chuckle, and she joins me.
“Yeah, it’s so dead today. I usually like that, but now I’m bored,” she sighs.
“Well, what about taking a walk with me over the bridge?” I ask, thinking maybe a little bit of physical exercise will be enough to get my mind off the fact that Armor isn’t back yet.
Shiloh scrunches up her nose and frowns. “Ugh, that means sweating and achy feet. Um, how about some food? I could go for something to eat right now.” As she speaks, her eyes glaze over a little, and I know she’s already thinking about whatever it is she wants to eat.
Far be it from me to keep a pregnant woman from getting some grub.
“Sure, let’s go do that.” I nod and put my hand out for her. She gets up slowly and joins me. We take our time and make our way to the clubhouse restaurant. Some of the guys are already there and either eating or drinking when we walk in.
Shiloh beelines straight for one of the tables, and the waitress comes over to get our order.
I was right when I thought that Shiloh was already thinking about what she wanted to eat. Before the waitress could get our menus down in front of us, she was already putting in her order.
We end up ordering some hot wings, probably more than the both of us could eat, mozzarella sticks, and some loaded cheesy fries.
Just thinking about it reminds me that I may need to go take that walk by myself to work off some of these calories. In Shiloh’s case, she may be eating for two, but I’m definitely not.
Suddenly, Shiloh says, “I swear I’m going to blow this place up if she shows up here without the fucking ranch dressing.” And she glances at the waitress who’s walking toward the back to place our order.
I laugh at the intensity of Shiloh’s statement. She’s serious about her food.
I can only imagine how hard it is to be pregnant.
“So, what’s going on? You look like you’re on the razor’s edge right now,” Shiloh says as she takes a sip of the water in front of her. I pick up the fork that’s sitting right on the side of the table and start to play with it between my fingers. I just want to expend some of this tense energy that I have. Even though I’m enjoying my time with Shiloh in the back of my mind, I’m still busy worrying about Armor.
“Nothing’s really the matter. I guess I’m just a bit concerned.” I do my best to downplay how I’m feeling. I don’t want to get Shiloh worked up.
“About what?” she asks.
“Armor, of course. He went on a run a few hours ago, and he’s not back yet. I keep waiting for the day. I’m not going to freak out when I don’t see him for a few hours, but so far, that hasn’t happened for me.”
Shiloh nods her head and takes another big sip of water. “I know how you feel, and I’m sorry to tell you it’s not going to get much easier than it is right now. Armor can take care of himself, though, and if he is in any trouble, the guys will be right with him in a flash. Being linked with someone from this club means there’s always a possibility that shit can go bad, but ninety-nine times out of a hundred, everything is fine. He’s probably out trying to clear his head or something like that,” she says, echoing what I was thinking earlier.
“Yeah, I know it, but still, I’m not used to all the violence. He may be able to handle himself. I just hate that he’s ever in those situations, to begin with.” I let out a heavy sigh and shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I came here to stop thinking about this shit. I need to be focused on something else.
“Enough about that. How about you? How are you feeling?”
“Ugh, I’m just tired, then I’m tired of feeling tired. It’s a never-ending cycle of one thing being wrong and then another. Just annoying. Don’t get me wrong, I’m super excited about having this baby, but she’s wreaking havoc on my hormones and my body,” Shiloh complains, and I suck in a short gasp.
“She?” I ask excitedly. So far, they didn’t know the gender of the baby, but I know they went to the doctor recently. Maybe they were able to find out.
“Oh, yup. Whoops, I guess I forgot to tell you. Hammer and I found out a few days ago that we’re having a little girl.” Shiloh smiles bright, and I reach over for her arm and give her a squeeze. I’m so excited. I’m going to have another niece.
“That is so wonderful. I’m so damn happy for you two,” I offer and swallow down the lump of emotions in my throat.
“Yeah, it’s cool. I’m actually catching myself planning out outfits and how I’m going to do her hair. It’s so silly.” Shiloh laughs for a second before her attention is completely diverted by the waitress bringing our food. I say a quick prayer that she didn’t forget the ranch dressing, and when I see the milky white substance placed on the table, I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I want right now is to play referee between a pregnant lady and a waitress.
We stop talking for a little while as Shiloh quickly dives into her food. Just like I suspected, we’re unable to eat much more than half of everything.
