Chapter 31

Doc – Two and a Half Months Later

I chuckle,watching Snake"s face redden at his old lady and Violet. They both look like innocent angels, but we all know differently.

I"m sitting in the back of the common room, enjoying the show. My father and Breaker are trying to hold in their laughter.

"How in the fuck did they even manage to take their bikes?" Breaker asks with a chuckle, and I grin wide. The past ten weeks have been a little bit of a shit show for Tech and Sniper, a lot of heartache and trouble, so watching this right now is what we all fucking needed, even if it was at Snake"s and Tats"s expense.

Tats raises a brow at his woman, who looks at the ceiling like it"s the most interesting thing in the room, and my shoulders shake with silent laughter.

Snake points at his woman. "Not only did you take my bike out for a joy ride while fucking tipsy, but you crashed it, Sarah, you fucking crashed it, and then mooned a fucking deputy!"

I grin wide. Sarah and Vi both spent the night in the slammer. Sarah totaled his bike. Jack is currently looking it over to see if it"s fixable, while Violet…I shake my head. The woman is pregnant, so her riding was not fucking okay; she could have harmed herself and the baby, but she also decided to completely overhaul Tats"s bike.

Pink, purple, and glitter with Barbie fucking stickers, and on the back she put a sign saying "fuck the pigs."

These women, I swear.

"I, come on, we were just having fun!"Sarah snaps as Tats steps toward his woman. It"s only then that I notice pink glitter shining on the back of his head, and my laughter escapes.

Fuck, even Snake is trying not to smirk.

Tats glares at everyone before pointing at his woman. "I have had enough of this shit, Violet."

She shrugs, crosses her arms over her chest, and snaps back,"Yeah, and I told you I wanted to wait a few years before we had another baby, but here we are."

Oh shit, please tell me he didn"t….

Tats clears his throat, confirming my thoughts, and I sigh."Brother, please fucking tell me you did not mess with her birth control."

He shrugs with a smirk, and I laugh.

Fucking idiots.

Violet"sface goes red at his nonchalant attitude as the club doors open, making me look that way, and I see my girl walk through them. I furrow my brows. She"s home two hours early.

I pat Breaker"s shoulder and get up, heading toward her as she looks around the room, ignoring the drama before we make eye contact. Hers are full of tears, and I quicken my steps.

"Son?"Momma asks as I rush past her, but I ignore her. I run up the steps and grab my girl. I wrap my arm around her waist, and cup her jaw, whispering, "Talk to me, Pixie. What"s happened?"

Her tears fall, and the clubhouse quiets behind us.

She shakes her head and grips my cut, a sob bursting from her throat. Several chairs scrape across the floor, but I keep my eyes on the girl who owns my heart and soul.

My wife.

Sniper got ordained, and last week, in front of the club and Claudia, he married us in a small ceremony at the cemetery. My girl wanted our daughter and her uncle present.

It was perfect.

I lean down, gently kiss her lips, and rasp, "You"re scaring me. Speak to me, baby…."

She squeezes her eyes shut before looking at me; absolute terror shines through those dark green eyes, making the hair on my arms stand up.

She blurts, "I-I"m pregnant…."

I hear several gasps, but the terror that"s shining through my girl"s eyes is hitting me hard.

"At least fourteen weeks."

Fuck. She was twenty weeks when they couldn"t find Layla"s heartbeat.

My eyes race between hers, and I know what I need to do. I bend and pick her up bridal style. She places her arms around my neck as she buries her face into my chest, sobbing. I quickly turn and head to the hallway where my medical room is, Breaker running ahead, already sensing what I"m going to do.

I need to set her mind at ease.

He opens the door as momma shouts for me, but I hear my father pulling her back, demanding her to leave us alone.

I take my girl into the room, and gently place her on the bed. I cup her cheek as Breaker shuts the door, leaning against it, here for silent support.

I gently rub my thumb over my girl"s cheek, wiping away her tears, and I whisper, "I know you"re scared, Pixie. I know this is something we said we"d wait for.We"restill mourning our beautiful little girl, but baby, you were on the shot, and we both know that there is a one in a hundred chance of falling pregnant.We"rethat one baby, and maybe, just maybe, our Layla sent this baby to us."She sobs, and I grip her hand. "Shall we check our baby?"

Panic hits her beautiful eyes, but she nods like the brave person she is, and I gently kiss her lips again. I grab the machine I had not taken back to the hospital after I "borrowed" it for my brother and his woman.

Swallowing hard, I lift her top, notice the tiniest bump, and smile. We both missed it.

How in the fuck did we miss it?

Gently squirting the gel on her stomach, I grab the doppler and take a deep breath, before looking at Breaker. He nods, encouraging me, and I place the equipment on her stomach, twisting the screen toward us. I press a few buttons, and a "whoosh-whoosh" echoes in the room, causing my girl to sob. I grip her hand as I look over our baby.

My tears fall as I whisper,"Healthy. Our baby looks healthy, Pixie. There are no signs of any abnormalities."

She grips my hand tight as a click sounds in the room. Breaker leaves us together as we watch the screen, looking at our miracle child. Suddenly, a massive cheer sounds. Ken giggles a little, and I grin.

Shaking my head, I remove the doppler and wipe her stomach, pushing the machine away. I lower my head and kiss her tiny swell where our second child grows, making her sob again. I move so my body is over hers, and I kiss up her chest, to her neck, then place my lips on hers.

I push my tongue into her mouth, making her moan and grip my neck.

A baby, we"re having another baby.

I nip her bottom lip before leaning up a little so I can rub my nose against hers.

She still looks scared, but she also looks happy, and I whisper against her lips, "My dearest Pixie…."

She smiles, her tears falling. She finished all the letters, breaking down and reading them, but we"ve been closer since then, our love strengthening daily. Those letters gave her every piece of me—my hurt, my pain, my love—and I know she misses reading them.

"Today, you told me about our miracle. You told me we're having another baby, giving our Layla a little brother or sister. I couldn"t be happier."

She sniffles, gripping my hair at the base of my neck.

"You complete me, baby, and now you"re adding more to our love bubble.

I can"t thank you enough for coming back home to me, forgiving me, and gluing my heart together again.

I love you, my Pixie, more than I could possibly express.

Thank you for being you and giving me a reason to live.

I love you.

Your Lucas."

Her tears fall hard before she presses her lips against mine, rasping, "I love you, Lucas. I love you so much."

I kiss her harder, pushing my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, feeling so fucking happy that she came back for me, that she didn"t let me give up on us after I fought for so long.

She completes me, and spending the rest of my life with this woman makes me want to live for her and for our children.

Fuck, I"m one lucky bastard to have a wife willing to see past the hurt I put her through to give me her heart, her body, and her soul.

I"ll never take it for granted again.