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“I don’t want to make this complicated for you. That’s not my intention. I just …” Shit. What do I want? I just what?

“I get it, Van. I do, but you’re good. Go be with Nicole.” She shoves herself off the bed and walks toward the door. I know it might be stupid, but it’s been coming, and we all know it. I grab her and pull her against me before kissing her like my life depends on it. I let my tongue slip past her lips and slide into her mouth, caressing hers. A moan slips free as I press her body against mine. She feels right in my arms like she belongs. This feels too right.

Chyanne slowly pulls back and stares into my eyes. She doesn’t know what to say, and frankly, neither do I.

“What was that?” she asks softly.

“That was me kissin’ you.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to know I’m serious, Chy. I wasn’t jokin’ about what I said.”

“But the baby.”

“I know. I told you I’m gonna think about all of this. I just needed one taste.”

“One isn’t enough,” she says softly before I press my lips to hers once more. I kiss her hard this time, letting her know I’m serious about this. I don’t know how this is going to play out, but I’m sure as hell willing to find out.

Chapter 8

Chyanne

I went to the doctor today, and the Doctor is happy with how everything is progressing so far.

Van’s kiss lingers in the back of my mind. I do like him. I think he’s a great guy, but I am also aware everyone has made it clear he doesn’t want kids. I respect that, too. Not everyone is cut out to be a parent, and maybe he will never want children and that’s okay.

It felt right with his arms around me. It felt peaceful and that’s not something I’ve felt in a long time. Now, I’m walking back into the clubhouse with a small envelope that tells me the gender of the baby. I wanted to wait to open it until I was with Nicole.

I glance around, but I don’t see her; however, I do spot him. Van stands off to the side, looking intently at his phone. I walk over and bump him with my shoulder and grin as he lifts his head to look at me. That’s when a smile crosses his face.

“Where have you been?”

“At the doctor's,” I reply, holding up the envelope. “This says if the baby is a boy or girl.”

“Well? What are you waitin’ for?” he asks, sounding as excited as I am. He reaches for the envelope, and I let him take it.

“Is Nicole around?”

“She’s with one of the guys,” he tells me.

“Oh. Okay. I just kinda wanted her to be here,” I tell him.

“Then wait for her. Can I look?”

“You want to know?”

“Hell, yeah, I wanna know,” he answers with a chuckle. Why does he care so much? What difference does it make to him? Nevertheless, I nod my head and let him look. He pulls open the envelope and smirks before smiling at me.

“You’re gonna be so happy.”

“Is it a girl?”

“I’m not tellin’ you. Wait for Nic. I’ll hold onto this just in case you get any ideas,” he says, stuffing the envelope into his back pocket before he reaches over and rests his hand on my stomach. I jerk a little at his touch, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I think it’s a girl. Maybe you should just tell me,” I tease him. He shakes his head and pulls his hand away before walking toward the bar. I watch him grab a beer and water before coming back to me and handing me the water.

“What did the doc say? Everything good?”

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