Page 71 of Rhett Redeemed

Con: You know I have to work to pay for shit, right? My mortgage, for one, and everything else that comes with being alive.

Rhett: I told you I will take care of it all. You don’t have to worry about money anymore.

Con: I don’t feel comfortable with that. I can’t ask for you to pay for everything for me. It wouldn’t feel right.

Rhett: You are my woman and about to have my child. It’s my job to support you. And it’s not like I don’t have the money to do so. There will be plenty for you to do here as my old lady. You can sort out all the charity fundraising events.

She doesn’t reply for about twenty minutes, so I know she must be thinking about it, but I figure she’d enjoy doing the charity work. The previous old ladies did, and it gives her something to do for the MC.

Con: I don’t want to leave my job just yet. I’m pregnant, but I can still work for a few more months at least. I do want to sell my house, though. It’s falling apart.

My stomach drops.

I understand that the clubhouse isn’t the best place for a pregnant woman, but I’m here. Faye did it. Why can’t Con?

Did their talk with her put her off?

Con: I’m sorry, Rhett. I still want to be with you. I’m just not ready to move just yet.

Rhett: I’m disappointed, but I understand.

Con: Do you?

Rhett: It’s not what I want, but if it makes you happier to stay there, then we will make it work. Sell your house. I’ll buy us a new one near Cara.

Con: I’ll put in the money from the house sale.

Rhett: No, you can put that into savings for you.

Con: Stubborn ass.

Rhett: Let me get my way with something at least.

Con: I trust you. We can make this work.

Rhett: We can.

I want to be there for her in some way. And don’t get me wrong, I’ll still visit her as much as I can, but I’m pretty unhappy I won’t be seeing her every day. At least if she lives near Cara and Decker, they can be close by in case of emergency.

Fuck.

This isn’t going the way I had planned.

But we’ve come such a long way in such a short time, and I just know in my gut that she is who I’m meant to be with.

Someone has to sacrifice, and I guess right now it’s going to be me.

“Why do you look like someone kicked your puppy?” Dice asks, taking the seat next to me.

“Con doesn’t want to move in.”

“Ahh. Well, it might be for the better, because I just saw that car circling around here again. I don’t know who that woman is or what she wants, but we need to find out.”

I nod. I’ve been so distracted with everything going on, I’d forgotten. Or maybe because it’s just one woman, I don’t know. “Did someone sleep with her and then piss her off or something?”

Dice laughs. “I don’t know, maybe we should ask the Casanovas in there.”

Dice is right.

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