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Fuck me, this is really happening.

A few days ago, I was trying to think of ways to stop her from running, only to find out she may have cancer, and then to realize she’s fucking pregnant….

Shit.

Doc brings over his sonogram machine, which he may or may not have stolen from the hospital. He squirts the gel on her stomach, placing the wand over it.

Instantly, a whoosh-whoosh echoes in the room, and tears build.

“Alright, Brook, the size is showing you are twenty-two weeks pregnant. The baby seems healthy ,but is on the small side.” He looks at Brook while my eyes stay trained on the monitor. “I’m going to contact an OB/GYN for you, the best in the business.” I feel Brook nod. “I’m just going to complete the measurement for the O.B., and check on your condition and whether or not you need to be placed on bed rest. The symptoms you described indicated you may need to be for a while, alright?”

I feel her nod again, and I look down at her. Her eyes are on the baby, and I smile at the awe on her face. I know things are hard right now, and I know we still have a lot to talk about, but right now, this moment is fucking perfect.

I look at the screen again, seeing the little arms and legs, the head, and the heartbeat, and my breath stutters. Then, I realize?—

Fuck, we’re having a baby….

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Brook

“How are you feeling?” Sarah asks as she takes a seat next to me.

I smile, my eyes briefly going to hers, and then returning to James’ form. He’s standing next to the bar, his laptop open on top. Snake, Sniper, and Doc are all crowded around it.

After hearing our baby’s heartbeat, and then seeing its form, my mind has been blown. I still need to speak to my parents because they still think I may have cancer, but James needed to look at the tracker first.

I’ve got a feeling the world will soon be minus one man and one woman, and honestly, I can’t find the compassion to care.

They were going to kill my baby….

“I’m okay,” I reply to Sarah, looking at her. “I don’t think it’s sunk in yet.”

She snorts, shaking her head. “What’s there to sink in? It’s not like you were told you had cancer only for it to be a lie, and the doctor wanted to kill your baby all because Nina is a psycho bitch.” She pauses, then tilts her head. “No, wait! That did happen…. You’re one strong mama.”

I laugh, making her grin, clearly getting the reaction she wanted.

“Thank you,” I rasp, and she nods, her eyes going to the back door.

“Has Tech’s momma not returned?” she asks.

I shake my head and confirm, “No, she hasn’t.” I sigh. “I couldn’t understand why she was adamant James and Nina should be together; I thought she hated me. But a part of me, a small part, thought it was less about me and more about something she’s gone through. Her words today proved it.”

Sarah furrows her brows. “Do you think she was trying to save you from club life while also hoping Nina would drag her son from it, too? I’m sorry, but she doesn’t seem happy here.”

I hum and agree, “She knows I’d never make James choose between me and his life, and she does look miserable half the time. I just thought that’s who she is, you know?” My eyes go to James, and then to the back door, a plan forming. I ask, “If I sneak out, can you cover for me?”

I look at her, and her eyes soften. She nods, hugs me, and whispers, “I’m proud to call you a friend.”

I pull back and grin, and then kiss her cheek.

Slowly, I stand up, trying not to gain any attention, making her snort. I give her a mock glare, and then tiptoe around the back of the tables. A few brothers raise a brow, but I wave them off, my eyes going to James’ form. Seeing his back is still to me, I quickly rush through the backdoor, sighing in relief at not being caught.

If James knew what I was planning, he’d drag me back inside, but this needs to be done, especially if he wants a relationship with his momma.

“And where do you think you’re going?” a voice asks behind me as soon as the door closes. I screech and turn around, my hand going to my chest, my eyes connecting with Breaker’s.

His body shakes with silent laughter while Quinn, his old lady, is full-blown laughing, nearly falling off the bench they’re sitting on.

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