Page 70 of Tech

Tech

I speed down the road toward the club in my girl’s truck, wishing I had my bike.

I don’t know if the fucker was telling the truth, all I know is that my girl is pregnant, and someone, either Momma or Nina, tried to have my baby killed.

I want to believe Momma would never do that, but right now, I'm not thinking straight, and all the shit she caused over the months are hitting me hard.

From what Doc could figure out on such short notice, that night my girl ended up in the E.R. was the first time they fucking met.

I wanted to hack my girl’s records, but Doc said he’d check for me so I could focus on Brook.

He didn’t have time to inform me about the baby, but this morning, I saw it with my own eyes. I saw her stomach move during the night, and at first, I thought I was hallucinating, but then I felt it, and I knew she was carrying my baby until she fucking denied it, that fucker, Dr. Heart, getting in her head.

A fucking baby….

I pull into the club parking lot, David letting me in, and I feel a lump in my throat as my mind finally catches up with my anger. I’m going to be a fucking dad, and having just been told she’s pregnant and doesn’t have a tumor, I just fucking left her there with Doc.

I slam my hand on the wheel and shout, “Fuck!” with frustration and disappointment in myself. Yet again, I fucked up where my girl is concerned.

I squeeze the wheel tight, shutting my eyes, knowing I fucked up leaving her there after that bomb was dropped.

My anger took over and I didn’t think; I just wanted to confront my mother…who loves my fucking father, so she couldn’t possibly be with Dr. Heart….

Dammit.

I sigh, dropping my head back ,when I hear a vehicle pull up behind me. I look in the mirror to see Doc pull in. Furrowing my brows, I climb out of Brook’s truck, walking over to him as he climbs out.

“What the fuck, brother? I told you to stay with her, not bring her here with people that….” I swallow hard, my words trailing off as Doc shuts his door, and Brook rounds the front of his truck. She instantly walks into my arms, my left going around her shoulders, my right hand going directly to her rounded belly.

Our baby….

Fuck.

I look down at her, and she smiles, our eyes connecting. Nerves radiate from her, but also love for me, causing my body to relax.

She whispers, “Your momma didn’t do this; she wasn’t behind the false diagnosis or my stupidity in not getting an opinion from Doc sooner. Heck, I'm beginning to think she wasn't even behind my attack.”

I shake my head, not willing for her to make up excuses, and I start, “Angel?—”

She cuts me off, “No, it wasn’t Carol, it was Nina. He didn’t even know your mother's name despite so-called seeing her for a year. He’s been screwing Nina, and she’s been using him until she got you back; me being admitted to the ER was a happy coincidence for her. Your mother loves your father, James, and you know this, but as soon as you heard about Tats' upbringing, you didn't want to hear her out. No one has, and I'll admit, I haven't either, because she did try to pay me off but…my love, she didn't do this.”

My head swims and anger courses through me. I ask, “Are you sure?” not wanting to believe how I treated my mother was for nothing, the guilt holding me.

She nods, and Doc states, “Very sure. The fucker is about to make a runner, and I have a feeling when we walk into that room, Nina’ll be missing, but I put one of your trackers in his briefcase.” I nod, but my eyes widen when I feel something move underneath my hand and look down. Doc rasps, “That, brother, is your baby moving,” causing Brook to sob.

I press my nose to the top of her head, inhaling her scent, which smells mostly like me, causing my possessive side to rise.

“Let’s get inside and get this confrontation sorted so I can do a workup on Brook. I need to see how severe this condition has gotten, and possibly, I’m sorry Brook, but you may need to be put on bed rest or light duty only.”

She sniffles, but nods and asks, “How did I not notice this? How did I not question my body, myself, the movement…. I feel so stupid.”

I squeeze her tighter, and Doc states, “He told you the one thing most people fear; as soon as he said cancer, your mind went blank.” He nods to me. “This idiot didn’t help when he allowed his ex to stay, and then he slept with someone else, then got with his old flame.” I narrow my eyes at Doc. He winces. “Sorry, brother, but it’s true.” He looks back at Brook. “Pregnancy never would have some to mind with all that was going on.”

She nods, and I hold her tighter, and rasp, “Let’s go create havoc, shall we?”

Doc grins and walks past us, and I guide Brook to follow, and she does willingly, her right hand gripping my cut. We’ve lost so much between us because of Momma’s actions. She may not have been the one to encourage someone to hurt my girl and my baby, but she did bring Nina back, well, at least that’s what we’ve been told….

It’s time for this shit to end, and hopefully, soon, Brook will start wearing my cut again.

---