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I blink as realisation washes over me. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“You had sex with someone else while we were still legally married?!” Trent snaps.

I glare at him. “We were separated, and it’s none of your business. Now fuck off out of this room and out of my life,” I growl.

Trent flinches and fear flickers in his eyes before he rushes out.

The doctor stands there awkwardly for a moment. “Is there anyone you would like me to call?” he asks.

“Er…” I blink. “Yeah, could you call my assistant Becky?” I grab my purse and hand him my business card. “Thanks,” I mutter.

“Oh, and Miss Bennet, the nurse will drop by with a prescription for vitamins. You must take them every day, and you will also need to book an appointment with an OB-GYN sooner rather than later,” he instructs.

I nod, feeling my mind whirling. “Sure,” I answer.

Within the hour, Becky is there and driving me home. “Pregnant!” I screech from the passenger seat as Becky tries to concentrate on driving.

“It’s pretty awesome, right? It’s what you’ve wanted for a long time.” She smiles.

“Well yeah, but not like this,” I state.

“It’s fine. Loads of women are having babies on their own now. You can hire a Dula to be there for you at birth and the days after. There are loads of things to help you,” she states, trying to reassure me. “Um, or you can ask the father.” She shrugs.

She already knew about Hap after I told her about my wild night. I give her a side glance. “Of course I have to tell him. I mean, he could come after me or the child years later. It could turn into a messy custody battle. I’ve seen too many kids suffer through that, and I’m not doing that.” I sigh.

“But he is technically a criminal, right?” Becky asks.

“I mean, on record, no. Could I prove his lifestyle is unsafe? I’m sure I could, but then I’d be risking pissing off an outlaw club.” I groan, covering my face in my hands. “Jesus, and he’s young, too. I mean, this child and he could be friends,” I cry dramatically.

Becky tuts and shakes her head dismissively. “It isn’t that bad. God, you are making yourself sound like a paedophile!”

I sniff as I wipe my tears away. “Oh my god, why am I crying? I’m not a crier!” I wail.

“Because you’re pregnant, and because you’ve just found out that you’re pregnant by a hot biker, who may or may not be a killer or a drug dealer,” she says, muttering the last part quietly. It just makes me cry more. “Shit, sorry. Come on, let’s get you some ice cream,” she says, trying to soothe me.

“I don’t want fucking ice cream. I want vodka,” I complain.

“Well, you can’t because you are pregnant, and I have to keep an eye on you and keep you awake for a while longer, just to make sure you are okay,” she says.

“You are such a good assistant.” I sniff.

“I know, but that is because you are going to be paying me double time for this.” She smirks.

“I am?” I ask, my lips curving into a smile.

She laughs as she pulls into the grocery store car park. “Right, let’s get you some food and those vitamins the doctor said. Then we’ll head back to yours, where we can plan and brainstorm, because I know how much better you will feel once you have a plan of action,” Becky says, patting my hand.

“God, why can’t you have a penis? My life would be so much easier,” I sigh.

She smirks. “No offence, even if I did, I don’t think you’d be my type,” she says as she gets out of the car.

I quickly wipe my face and follow. “What do you mean, I’m not your type? I’m not that bad,” I argue.

She smiles. “No, you’re hot. I just have a thing for the bad guys, and I’m pretty sure I would like a bad girl, you know?” She shrugs.

I wanted to argue that I could be bad, but it was pointless. She knew me too well. The baddest I had ever been was sleeping with Hap, and look where that got me.

CHAPTER SIX

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