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I moved Skye into my bedroom while we look for a house or apartment close to the clubhouse. I didn’t want to keep her in that room that had become her prison any longer.
I don’t know shit about buying property, but Hawk and Blackjack have been talking me through the process, and most of the club has rallied together to help us with the financial side. Even so, it ain’t something that can be done fast, which actually is something of a relief.
I don’t like the idea of us being out there, exposed, while her father is still looking for her, but the clubhouse ain’t the right environment for a newborn.
My hope is that by the time she’s ready to have a child, all this crap with her dad will be sorted.
When she emerges from the bathroom, she’s discarded her underwear, giving me a full view of her pussy. “Don’t get any ideas. We’ll be late if we don’t leave soon.”
She grabs her leggings off the bed, murmuring her thanks as she sits to pull them on. I watch her for a moment before I take a shower.
When I emerge from the bathroom, she’s fully dressed, her hair loose around her shoulders. I pull on my jeans and a hoodie before shrugging into my kutte.
I lead Skye out of the clubhouse, tension suddenly settling around my shoulders as I glance up then down the street. There’s no indication that Desmond Richardson knows his daughter is with us. We have both club intel and now also the added bonus of Kane Fraser’s contacts.
Even so, I still feel a tendril of nerves work through me.
As if sensing my anxiety, Skye squeezes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. “Let’s go see our baby.”
She climbs in the passenger side while I get in the driver’s seat and start the engine. The two prospects Howler insisted on sending with us are already waiting in the back seat.
I want to ask if they’re armed, but I don’t want to scare Skye. This should be a day for her to remember, and for the right reasons.
I check she’s buckled in before I guide the car out the parking space.
The drive over to the hospital has me coming out of my skin. There’s a feeling of dread sitting in my gut, even when we’re safely inside the maternity unit.
I flick my gaze around the waiting room filled with expectant parents, wondering if any of them are a threat.
Skye squeezes my leg, bringing my attention to her. “Would you relax?”
I force calm into my body. “Sorry.”
She leans her head against my shoulder, her touch on my thigh slowing the pounding of my heart. “You might have to wake me up if we have to wait any longer.”
When her name is called, it takes us both a moment to realise. We’re using my surname in case her father is monitoring the hospital somehow.
I get to my feet, offering her my hands as I pull her out of the seat. My stomach is churning the entire walk along the corridor to the examination room. The nurse chatters the entire time, asking Skye questions about her pregnancy.
I step into the room first, holding Skye’s hand in a way that keeps her behind me so I can scope out the room. There is an examination table, a few trays on wheels, and a desk with a computer. A woman wearing pink scrubs. her dark hair streaked with grey, smiles warmly at us.
“You must be Skye,” she says, gesturing for us to take the two empty seats at the side of the desk. “And is this dad or a friend?”
“Dad,” I bite out. I don’t want any confusion about my role in this.
“So, from the telephone consultation one of my nurses had with you, I believe you’re…” She flicks through the papers on her desk. “Twelve weeks along?”
Skye nods.
“And how sure are we on these dates? It can be tricky sometimes to work out conception.”
“Pretty sure.”
She doesn’t mention that we can pinpoint her pregnancy to the hour it happened. The midwife asks more questions, and as she does, she takes Skye’s blood pressure as well as some bloods. She then does an examination that involves putting Skye’s legs in stirrups so she can examine her cervix.
I hold Skye’s hand throughout, trying not to lose my temper when she sucks in a breath through her teeth at whatever she’s doing down there.
When she’s finished, she gives Skye a bunch of leaflets and tells us to wait just outside the room for the ultrasound. My heart is thudding in my ears at the prospect of seeing our baby. I know Skye is pregnant, and I’ve watched her body change over the past month or so, but the idea of a baby being inside her is so abstract that it still doesn’t feel entirely real.
