7. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Davina - Five Months later

"Kip knocked up that Ashlynn cunt while he and Scout were on a break, and all hell broke loose."

"Oh, no! Poor Scout. She must have been devastated. Where did she go?"

"What do you mean?" Dee asked.

"She couldn't stay there and see them playing happy family with the club," I suggested. To my horror, Dee shrugged her shoulders. I couldn't believe Scout could stick around to see that. No matter the problems she and Kip had, they were meant for one another. If I was honest with myself, it was one of the reasons why I walked away from the club so quickly. While Kip would have been one of the best options for a baby daddy, it would have destroyed my friend to know that I'd allowed him to have sex with me during their break, too.

"So, are you ever going to tell me who fathered your little miracle there?" Dee asked the question while pointing at my burgeoning belly. I was eight months along. My due date was July 13th, which was only a few weeks away. I wasn't sure if the doctor was correct about that, because there were only two men I slept with during that timeframe. Tripp, during the one beautiful night we spent together, and Breakneck. I'd slept with plenty of guys a week or two later, especially around the time of the club's Halloween blowout, but according to the doctor, there was a little bit of wiggle room in the timeline. Still, I prayed my child didn't turn out to be Breakneck's mini me.

"It doesn't matter. This baby is all mine."

"You still don't know what it is?"

I shook my head. "No, the stubborn butt wasn't in the right position when I went for the ultrasound, and we couldn't see."

"Didn't they do another one?"

I shook my head again, feeling ashamed of my situation. "I, um, couldn't afford it."

"You know, if you told them that you're having a club kid, they would cough up the money for things like that until they could find out who the daddy is."

"Could you imagine if the dad was Breakneck or…"

"Say no more," Dee said as she cut me off. "You're right," she giggled, "heaven help that child if it belongs to that man. He's a lost cause."

"I know it's asking a lot, but please don't tell anyone, Dee."

"I would never." She sighed. "While I think the club would be able to help financially, I understand you not wanting to go through the bullshit of finding out who your little nugget belongs to and then having to deal with that person for the rest of your child's life." She shivered. "Honestly, it makes me want to double up on the birth control. I'd get my tubes tied if I didn't think I might want a family one day."

"Don't wait too long on that. The club will suck you dry if you let it," I warned.

"I know, sweetie. I'll get out from under it all, one day." She glanced down at her phone. "Crap, I really need to get back. I'll see you soon. Maybe by then, you'll know what you're having because that baby will already be here."

It was probable because there was no way I'd call or text to let Dee, or anyone else affiliated with the club, know when I gave birth. If I hadn't accidentally run into her at the mall on my trip to Augusta to get some last-minute baby things, then she wouldn't have even known I was pregnant.

Dee hugged me and left. I grabbed my things and waddled out to my car. The trip home would suck, because there was no way I could make it without having to stop and pee somewhere.