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“Like I said, baby, whatever comes of this, I’m here.”
“What if it’s not yours? You . . . you lost . . . I mean . . .”
“Yeah, baby, I lost my son. One I never got to know. Never held. It sucked. Hurts to think about, but that’s then, this is now. Shit happened. It’s fucked. We fucked, and the very next day, work shit went down. I can see where your head’s at. I get it. I get you. And, baby, when it comes to it, I’m behind you one hundred percent.”
“I love you.” The words spill from my lips before I can hold back, not that I would even try. Savage means everything to me, and I want him to know it. I want the world to know it.
Still, I’m scared this baby isn’t his and that I’ll lose him.
Savage slides a hand up to grip my chin between two fingers and holds me still as he tilts his head, presses his lips to mine, and whispers, “Good, baby, ‘cause I love you too.”
Considering the way he is with me, I know this. I’ve seen it with my brother and Zinnia. Hammer and Avery, Malice and Willow. The same goes for the rest. They show it in ways that interfere with how badass they all are. Savage is no different, and he doesn’t mind me knowing with the way he acts.
“Now, how about we head out to that burger joint you like,” he suggests. “We’ll celebrate you getting the job. Then you can call and talk to Delaney. You haven’t talked to her in a few days. After that, I want you to call the therapist and see if you can get in before your appointment this week. As for later on, you and I have plans at home that involve us dealing with those flowerbeds. Once we finish that, I intend to fuck you hard and fast because I’m gonna let you in on something.”
“What’s that?” I blurt.
“That I’m confident that baby inside you is mine. That I knocked you up that very first night we were together,” he declares.
My heart patters against my chest wall, and my breath catches at those words. And I pray to God he’s right because I couldn’t handle it any other way.
CHAPTER22
SAVAGE
Things at the clubhouse are tense. They’re stressed with Honor.
Tomorrow, my brothers and I are finally going after the bastards. We’ve got a lock on them, and Avery made the call today. Hammer sent a text to let me know and fuck, I hate she had to do it. It has to be fucking with her. I know it and wish she didn’t have to deal with this bullshit. But we all know that she’s the key to getting to them. They want her to suffer and beg them to stop and leave her be. Because of her, one of them or more lost their kids, not that they really took care of them. Those kids now live happily with Bruiser’s mom.
With plans in place, we’re all ready to knock this shit out and be done with it.
But for now, I’ve got to see to my woman.
Yesterday, I took her in for a job interview. I’m proud of her for getting the job, but while there, seeing as she was friends with the doctor, we found out she was pregnant and that she over three months. In my gut, I know it’s mine. I fucking know it. Still, I did the test so I could set my woman’s mind at ease. I saw the panic in her eyes when she showed me the image. I felt my throat tightening with fear as the past clashed with the present.
There’s no way in hell I’ll let that happen again. I won’t lose Honor or this baby, not the way I did with Mary. Not going to fucking happen.
Dr. Goodwin called first thing this morning. Honor’s phone was on the nightstand, and she was still asleep, so I took the call. She asked for us to come back in.
So here we were, about to get the answers we were waiting for. When Dr. Goodwin said she was putting a rush on the results, she wasn’t playing around, and I’ve got to admit, I’ve got mad respect for the woman for looking out for Honor.
Sitting in the chair next to Honor, I have one arm wrapped over the back of her chair, my other hand holding one of hers. “Remember, baby, I’m here no matter what,” I whisper in her ear as the door opens.
“Sorry about that,” Dr. Goodwin states, rushing around the desk. “I had a patient come in having complications. She needed to get over to the hospital right away.”
“It’s okay,” Honor murmurs. “I hope she’s okay.”
“She will be. Thankfully, she was already thirty-nine weeks, so they’re starting to induce her labor so we can get the ball rolling for her.”
“That’s good.” A small smile forms on Honor’s lips.
“It is.” Dr. Goodwin nods, opening a folder as she takes a seat. “So, the reason I called you back in here is I have the results back.”
“And?” Honor breathes, her hand squeezing mine.
She looks from Honor to me and smiles. “Mr. Winters, I believe congratulations are in order, you are the father.”
“Oh my God.” Honor exhales on a heart-wrenching sob. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She cries.
