Page 71 of Tech

When we enter the common room, I notice it’s full, and smirk.

This shit is going to be fun….

“Tech, Doc, where the fuck have you both been?” Tats asks loudly, and I smile, happy he’s spending more time here instead of on his lonely patch of land in the middle of nowhere.

Doc sighs. “I’ve been working, brother. Where else would I have been?”

I chuckle at his words and look at Brook. She tenses at the back of the room. My eyes follow hers, and I see she’s looking at my momma is sitting on her own, her eyes looking around the room, taking everyone in.

Tilting my head, I don’t take my eyes off my momma and announce, “I was at the hospital this morning for Brook’s appointment.”

The room goes quiet, and Momma’s eyes come my way so quickly that I’m surprised she doesn’t get whiplash.

I keep eye contact with her and state, “Turns out the doctor who gave her the suspected diagnosis isn’t even a specialist in cancer; he’s an E.R. doctor.” The room grows tense as the brothers stand one by one. “Turns out my girl here is pregnant with my baby, and she has pre-eclampsia.”

This time, Momma’s brows furrow, confusion shining in her eyes, as dad asks, “I don’t understand, son…. Why would he? How could he….” I look his way.

Suddenly realization flashes over his face as his eyes widen in shock.

I nod, confirming, “Turns out he was going to take her into surgery and remove the so-called tumor.”

Snake knocks his chair over with his foot and demands, “Please fucking tell me you’re not about to say what I think you are.”

I shrug. “Sorry, brother. He was going to terminate the pregnancy, a baby that, if born now, would have a small percentage of survival. He was going to kill it; he was going to kill our child.”

My father steps forward and asks, “What the fuck did he gain from this, and where is the fucker right now?”

I tilt my head and state, “He claimed to be having an affair with Momma.” Momma snorts, kind of shocking me a little at her reaction, but I continue, “he claimed she asked him to do it after seeing Brook’s notes when she was taken to the ER.”

Momma chuckles. “I would never cheat on your father, despite everything, let alone order someone to kill a child.”

My dad looks at her skeptically. I wince internally when I notice Momma shake her head at him in disappointment.

I state, looking at her, “I know, Momma. At first, I thought maybe you would have because you’ve been hell-bent on me and the perfect Nina.” Momma now looks at me with disappointment. Right now, I feel a little guilty, but I ignore it. I look around the room, and chuckle darkly. “Who, let me guess, left about ten minutes ago?”

Sniper speaks up, “Yeah, right after her phone rang…. Motherfucker!”

I nod. “Yeah, she’s on the run, and if she’s with the fucker, well, we’ll get her, because we’ve put a tracker in his briefcase.”

Momma doesn't react. Her face remains stoic, and my father walks toward her, but she shakes her head and stands, moving away from him, causing him to freeze in shock. Brook’s grip on my cut tightens when Momma looks her way.

“I’m happy you’re going to be okay, and I hope you never get treated the way I did, because my James is his father’s son after all.” I flinch like she physically hit me. What the fuck does she mean by that?

She gives my girl a sad smile. “If you ever need help with the baby, please let me know…. I-I know I don’t deserve to know him or her, but I was just trying to protect my son. Unfortunately, I failed; this club is his life, and I hope and pray he protects you and doesn't listen to them when a lie is told about you, treating you like dirt…. Although he did sleep with a clubwhore, though, didn’t he?” Brook tenses, and Momma murmurs, “Like father, like son,” before walking out of the backdoor.

I look at my dad, wondering what the fuck, only to see he’s watching Momma go, confusion on his face.

“What the fuck is she talking about?” Smokey asks, and we all shrug because, honestly, after all the shit she’s caused, why is she suddenly turning it against us, blaming the brothers?

Shaking my head, I make a mental note to speak to Momma later, especially knowing I need to apologize for throwing her on the floor by her neck. Because, yeah, that shit was not right. Then I need to check the fucker’s tracker.

I look down at my girl and whisper, “You ready to check on our baby, Angel?”

She looks up at me, her eyes tearing up. “I don’t know. What about your momma?”

I smile and gently walk her down the steps toward the hallway, where the clubwhore rooms and Doc's medical room are. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, and I’ll speak to Momma later, once the dust has settled.”

She nods even though worry surrounds her. She allows me to guide her into Doc's medical room and help her onto the bed, before lifting the t-shirt, showing her small bump.

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