Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Savage

IT’S BEEN TWO weeks since the raid at the garage. So far, we haven’t seen anything else from the cop that’s a fucking douche canoe. I don’t know if he’s still in town or anything. None of us know a fucking thing about the fucker. Hawk has been digging into him and so far he’s managed to find his address in Benton Falls and that he’s been a cop there for the last six years. Before that it’s like he didn’t exist. It’s the craziest fucking thing we’ve ever seen. I’m honestly wondering if he used to go by a different name or something. Hawk is amazing at his job and anything computer related. For this to stump him like it is means we’re hitting a brick wall. Reaper’s even contacted Slim to see if Fox can dig up any information on the asshat. From what I understand, Fox and Hawk are in constant contact as they work together. Even Kingston is helping because it affects Zoey and he’ll always do what he can for my girl. I’m glad she’s had him over the last year that she was in Benton Falls.

We haven’t heard a damn thing about Nails since the night she was kicked out of the club. Titan and Trax made sure to put her on the bus after ensuring she understands to never show her face in Clinton City again. She was also warned that she won’t be allowed at any club associated with the Fallen Brethren MC. None of the other chapters will accept her in their clubhouse and any allies of ours have also been warned that she’s out bad. It’s been calm and quiet around the clubhouse since she’s no longer here. Zoey and I can actually hang out in the common room without worrying about her fucking around and trying to start more shit with us. I was ready to kill her that night when Hawk showed the footage from the kitchen. It wasn’t until she went to attack my kitten that I saw red and didn’t want to remain in church with everyone. The guys also all know we’re gonna have a baby. They’re keeping it to themselves because Zoey doesn’t want anyone to know until after her appointment today.

Zoey’s been busy as fuck over the last few weeks. She started working at Rhythm and Grace with Alex. Right now she’s answering phones, booking appointments, and making sure everything is set up for each class Alex teaches there. When they don’t have any students in the studio, Alex is teaching Zoey some moves. I’ve sat in on those sessions and my girl is fucking phenomenal. She doesn’t think she can dance, but I’m here to tell you it’s a fucking lie. Zoey is flexible and smooth as silk when she moves with whatever music is playing. I’ve gotten up a time or two and joined her depending on what song’s playing. Alex leaves us alone when I join my girl and we take time to enjoy ourselves with her in my arms as we move to the beat of the song filling the room. Those are some of my favorite times with my girl.

On top of working, she’s going to be starting classes tomorrow. Zoey’s taking a few during the summer session at a college close to Clinton City. She wants to get her first degree out of the way before our little one is born. Then she can take some time off to enjoy being a new mom as we learn together and take care of our little one. It’s going to take some time to get into a routine that will work for us, but we’re both determined to make things work. Reagan and Alex just took my girl out shopping so she has everything she needs for the summer session of classes. Zoey is nervous about starting a new college but she doesn’t need to worry. Everyone on campus will leave her alone because I plan on dropping her off for her first day and making sure they all know she’s mine. No one will fuck with her and live to tell the tale. I’m gonna claim my girl every fucking way possible and no one will stop me from doing it.

I’ve just been working. It took us three days to get the garage put back together and replace everything those fuckers busted in their raid. We had to get all brand-new computers, order parts that we had in the storeroom, two huge windows were broken, and so much more. It took a small dumpster to put all the garbage in as we cleaned everything up. Everyone in the club including the ol’ ladies and Rebel helped us take care of everything and put things back where they belong. Reaper called that fucking state cop too. Not only did he send a check over to cover the costs of the repairs and new computers, but he let us know that Wheeler is completely off the radar. No one knows where the fuck he disappeared to. All we know for sure is that he’ll come after my girl again. He’s not done with her and it doesn’t take a genius to realize that shit. He’s fixated on her for some reason and Zoey’s done nothing to him.

The main thing I’ve been thinking about is buying a house for Zoey and me. I mean she hasn’t been here for a month yet and we’ve been staying at the clubhouse in my room. That’s not going to work for us long-term though. Eventually we’ll need our own space and a room for the baby. I know Trax dealt with a realtor he liked when he bought his property. I’ll have to get with him so I can look into buying a house for us. Zoey will want something of our own before too long. There’s only so long she’ll stand living in the clubhouse with all the partying and shit that takes place on a regular basis. She’s so tired every day and the loud music isn’t helping that situation. Right now, the guys have been keeping things down, but that’s not going to work long-term either. We need to find a happy medium that works for everyone and us being at the clubhouse isn’t it.

“Savage, where’s your head at?” Trax questions me, his voice breaking me out of my thoughts as I try to process everything that’s been going on over the last few weeks.

“Just thinkin’ about everythin’. I’m gonna need that number for the realtor you used when you bought your property. Can you dig that up for me?” I ask my best friend as we sit in the common room during our lunch from the garage. Typically we don’t leave, but today I have to take Zoey to her first doctor’s appointment for the baby.

“I can get you the number. It’s at home. As soon as I get home, I’ll find it. Pretty sure it’s in my office in the desk somewhere. You thinkin’ of gettin’ your own place?” he asks me, taking a sip of his bottled water before digging back into his pizza again. “Why didn’t Zoey cook last night? Every fuckin’ night she makes dinner we all show up to eat. Even if we got our own homes, we still show the fuck up for her cookin’.”

“She fell asleep and I wasn’t about to wake her back up. Would you wake my sister up if she were pregnant and exhausted?” I return, my voice filled with happiness because I love everyone eating what my girl cooks and bakes. They can’t get enough of her food and praise her repeatedly when she does cook for everyone.

“No, I wouldn’t wake Reagan up if she’s sleepin’. Even when she’s not pregnant, I wouldn’t risk wakin’ her ass up. You grew up in the same house as her and know what she’s like when she doesn’t get enough sleep. My wife is feral if you interrupt her beauty sleep and I’m not sleepin’ on the damn couch. What time is the appointment?” he says, laughter filling his voice as he sits back in his chair and pushes it up so it’s balancing on the back two legs.

“You’re right about that. I don’t wake my kitten up because I like when she’s not gettin’ sick. Her mornin’ sickness is so fuckin’ bad and there’s nothin’ I can do about it. Multiple times a day she’s rushin’ off to the bathroom and losin’ whatever she’s managed to eat. The night she cooked the ribs and pulled pork is the first time she’s eaten that much food in a day. And she managed to keep it down. I’m gonna be talkin’ to the doctor when we get to her appointment in a little bit,” I answer him, watching as Zoey enters the common room from the direction of our bedroom. “Her appointment is in a little bit. I’m sure we’ll be leavin’ now so we can get there. She’s got paperwork to fill out and shit.”

Today she’s dressed in a pair of leggings that are molded to her legs. One of my tee-shirts covers her upper body and her hair is thrown up in a messy bun. There’s no make-up on her face and I can see how exhausted she is already today. That’s another concern I have. This is when I love her the most. She’s completely natural and doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks about her. Despite not believing it, Zoey is full of confidence as she walks over to me. Standing from my seat, I wrap my arms around her and lean down to kiss her. This isn’t just a peck on the lips. I slide my tongue between her lips and tangle it with hers. Zoey moans and wraps her arms around my waist, fisting the back of my shirt under my cut. Everything else fades away as I get lost in my girl.

“Are you ready to go?” she asks when I finally pull back and break the kiss.

We’re both breathing heavily and her face is flushed. If she were wearing one of her tank tops, I’d see her chest is also flushed with how bad she wants me. My cock is hard as fuck in my jeans as I reach down and adjust it so it’s not pressing against the damn zipper. That shit hurts when my bare cock presses against the zipper on the inside of my jeans.

“I’m ready when you are, kitten,” I answer her and turn to look at Trax who’s watching us with a huge smile on his face.

Grabbing Zoey’s hand, I link our fingers together and lead her from the common room of the clubhouse. We make our way to my truck that I keep at the clubhouse and I help her in the passenger seat before closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side. My truck is jacked up and I know Zoey’s never gonna be able to get inside without help or a stepstool of some kind. It will be funny as fuck to watch her try, but I wouldn’t ever let her struggle like that when it’s unnecessary.

Pulling away from the compound, I head into town where Dr. Morris’ office is. She’s the baby doctor all the ol’ ladies use and is really nice from what Reagan said. I trust my sister’s judgment more than almost anyone else in the world. Dr. Morris delivered my nephew and made sure my sister was okay considering her seizures. Trax was at every appointment and she’s not one of those doctors that rush her patients or make them feel as if she’s not listening to them. She spends as much time as needed with each patient before moving on to the next one. That’s reason enough for me to like her. I don’t want anything happening to Zoey or my baby and it’s gonna take a lot for me to trust Dr. Morris even more than what I do now. It’s one thing to take care of my sister but a completely different situation when it comes to my kitten and unborn baby.

It doesn’t take us long to drive through town as I rest my hand on Zoey’s thigh. She looks out the window so she knows how to get here on her own if I ever can’t come to an appointment with her. I’m going to do my best to always show up and be here for her, but if I’m on a run, I might not get back in time to be here for her appointment. Reagan will definitely go with her if I’m unable to go. My sister won’t let her go through this pregnancy alone and I know Alex will also step up if I can’t make an appointment. That’s just how our family works and how it will always work.

When I pull up to Dr. Morris’ office, Zoey looks around as if I’m crazy. I can see where she’s coming from. Doc’s office resembles a house more than an actual doctor’s office. She’s got everything needed inside to take care of even the most high risk pregnancies. Reagan said she didn’t have to go to the hospital for a single thing. They’ve got a lab area, a place for ultrasounds, and a few exam rooms. Dr. Morris is very highly requested and it’s only because of my sister that Zoey was able to get in with her. She doesn’t take random women on anymore because she’s so busy. I’m grateful that she is willing to help us out.

Parking my truck, I see we’re the only ones here. This makes me happy as fuck because it means we won’t have to wait for her appointment. And we’re early so we’ll hopefully be in and out. I mean, after we ask all the questions we have. Or I should say, the questions I have. I’m gonna ask so many damn questions that Doc Morris will be with us for a long time. But, I’m not taking any chances or risks when it comes to my woman and baby. Zoey is gonna hate me by the time the baby is here. If I had my way, I’d wrap her little ass in bubble wrap and never let her leave the clubhouse for any reason. That way I’d know she’s always safe and nothing is gonna happen. Yes, I know it’s not realistic.

After shutting off the engine and removing my keys, I get out and walk around the front of the truck so I can get Zoey out of the passenger seat. With my hands on Zoey’s hips, I bring her down from the truck and make sure she’s steady on her feet before letting her go. Linking our fingers together, we make our way to the front door of the office and I stand to the side so she can enter before me. I don’t let go of her hand as I step in behind her and let the door close after me.

“Can I help you?” the receptionist asks from her seat behind the desk with a smile on her face.

“My name is Zoey Henderson and I have an appointment with Dr. Morris. I’m a little early, but I knew I’d have to fill out paperwork,” my girl answers her, her fingers shaking in mine with the nerves filling her.

“Of course. Welcome, Miss Henderson. I’ve got your new patient packet right here. If you can fill it all out and either hand it back to me or the nurse when she comes out to get you, we’ll get it all entered in the computer,” she states, her voice never sounding anything less than happy and pleasant as she hands the clipboard and pen over to my girl. What I really like is that her entire focus is on Zoey and not on me like what happens when we go most places. That’s a major plus for me.

We’ve been through Zoey’s entire appointment. She’s definitely pregnant. Dr. Morris gave her a full exam and assured us everything looks good. She wants to do an ultrasound because she wants to know for sure why Zoey is so sick and tired all the time. She’d also like to know how far along my girl is. I’ve asked so many questions, my kitten just rolls her eyes every single time I open my mouth to ask another one. Dr. Morris is patient and explains everything to me in a way I can understand and comprehend without it all going over my head. This woman truly knows what the fuck she’s doing and I think we’re gonna like being here and having this doctor.

Dr. Morris personally leads us to the room where the ultrasound will take place. She tells Zoey to pull her leggings down and her shirt up. For now, she wants to try to do a regular ultrasound instead of an internal one. I don’t even wanna know what an internal one consists of. I help my girl up on the exam table and watch as she puts her clothes how Dr. Morris asked her to. Grabbing the towel at the end of the bed, I put it over the top of Zoey’s leggings like we were instructed to do. My shirt is large on Zoey as she pulls it up to just under her bra. I can see the hint of black from under the shirt as I remain at her side.

It doesn’t take long before Dr. Morris and another woman enter the room after knocking on the door. They immediately come in and get to work. The second woman enters Zoey information into the computer on the opposite side of the bed from me. Once she’s satisfied there’s no other information to put in, she grabs a wand looking thing and a bottle of something else. After warning my girl the gel could be cold, she squirts it on her stomach making Zoey gasp in shock. I glare at the woman as she avoids looking at me. Zoey grabs my hand and holds it tight in her own as I let my eyes drop back down to focus on her for now.

After pressing a few buttons on the keyboard, there’s a loud whooshing noise that fills the room. Once again, Zoey gasps as tears fill her eyes. Worry fills me because I have no clue what’s going on right now. The sound doesn’t resemble anything I’ve heard before and there’s almost an echo of it that’s directly behind the first one.

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat,” Dr. Morris says as she looks at the screen with a furrowed brow. That’s not a good sign if the doctor is looking like that.

“Is everythin’ okay?” I question, my voice filled with the fear now coursing through my veins.

“I have a feeling everything is perfect. I’ll get confirmation once we get a look inside. Switch it over for me,” Dr. Morris responds, stepping up closer to the screen where our baby will show up.

I switch my focus from Zoey to the screen across the bed from her. The second lady presses some more buttons and the screen switches from us being able to hear the heartbeat to a grainy image that doesn’t resemble much to me. Zoey’s attention is on the screen as well. As the woman moves the wand around her stomach, the image changes. Dr. Morris gets even closer to the screen and I really want to know what’s going on as a large smile fills her face.

“It’s just as I expected. Savage and Zoey, you’re going to be the proud parents of twins. Identical twins,” Dr. Morris says, turning to face us as the other woman continues moving the wand around and taking various pictures of things.

I’m fucking floored. I don’t even know what to think right this second. Zoey squeezes my hand and yanks me out of my head as I look down at her with wide eyes. She’s just as shocked as I am in this moment.

“Is that why I’ve been so sick and exhausted?” Zoey asks Dr. Morris while keeping one eye on the screen at her side.

“It could be a very good reason for it. I’m going to prescribe you some anti-nausea medicine to try and help with it. If it doesn’t help, we’ll have to keep a close eye on things. You could become dehydrated if we’re not careful. I want you to keep an eye on how often you’re getting sick and if you start to feel weak or anything else. Call me immediately if you have any questions. I’ll make sure you leave here with my personal cell phone number so you can always get a hold of me. Do you have any other questions?” Dr. Morris answers, as the other woman lets us know she’s going to print us out some pictures.

I help Zoey clean up the gel from her stomach as she removes the towel from under her leggings. When as much of it as possible has been removed from her skin, I toss the towel in the basket where Dr. Morris indicates it to go. The second woman hands over two sets of pictures and Zoey hands me one. The two leave us alone to process this new information as Zoey reaches out to grab my hand.

“Are you okay, Jameson?” she asks me, her voice shaking.

“I don’t know. I think I need some time to process this shit. Identical twins? What the hell are we gonna do with twins?” I question her, my voice sounding off as I help her off the table and lead her from the room we’re in.

“The same thing your parents did with all of you and what my parents did with the triplets. We’ll be okay, Jameson. Let’s just take this one day at a time. I know the guys all know about the pregnancy. They heard the conversation between that skank and me. You can announce it to your sister when we get back,” Zoey tells me as I lean down and kiss her deeply.

While I’m happy about our babies, I’m scared to fucking hell. I’m gonna have to call my dads sooner rather than later to talk to them about this shit. Zoey stops at the desk to get her prescription and set up her next appointment. The receptionist hands over two cards and I’m given one by my kitten. We make our way back out to the truck and I help her in before heading back to the clubhouse. I’m more than ready to let my sister in on our news. While the guys may know about the baby, Reagan will know about us having identical twins before anyone else. It’s only right because she’s my twin and she doesn’t deserve to be kept in the dark. I understand why she hid her pregnancy from everyone for a little while because of her seizures and they didn’t know what would happen. Now she doesn’t have to worry as much if she gets pregnant again. Me? I’m scared fucking shitless the farther away from Dr. Morris’ office we get. Holy fuck!