Page 27 of Marked by the Protective Biker

I roll my eyes because of course he has an idea, but he’s just not one to gossip.

“Emily.”

I put some distance between us and sit down on the couch to put on my shoes. “Hmmm.”

He comes to sit down on the coffee table in front of me. He has me caged in between his thighs. “Talk to me. Something happen at work?”

I shake my head. “We both know if something happened you would already know about it, Jack. You have a bodyguard assigned to me and she never leaves my side.”

He shrugs. “Fine. Talk to me.”

I look down at my hands. “Talk to you about what?”

He puts a finger on my chin and lifts it so I have to look at him. “Talk to me about what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing,” I lie.

He moves to the seat next to me and then gently pulls me into his lap. I go easily without hesitation. I’m used to Jack pulling me into his lap, carrying me around and every other way he manhandles me.

Even as I burrow into him, I’m telling him we need to go. “We’re going to be late.”

“We will get there sooner if you tell me what’s on your mind.”

I clear my throat. “Okay, well, remember after we got married we decided that we would wait a few years before we had kids?”

He looks at me curiously. “Yes.”

I nod and swallow. “Right, well, maybe we should talk about this later.”

“Emily.” He says my name as he holds me tighter. “Talk to me. What is it? Did you change your mind?”

My eyes widen. I didn’t exactly change my mind on purpose, but it is what it is. “Well, actually, what do you think of having a kid sooner?”

He nods and kisses my cheek. “Let’s do it.”

This was too easy. I grab him and shake my head. “Jack, I don’t think you get it. Uh…”

He tenses and searches my face. “Wait… are you saying… are you pregnant?”

I bite my lower lip and since I’m unable to answer him, I nod my head.

I stare at him, eyes wide, wondering how he is going to react to the news. We talked about traveling. We’ve talked about a lot of things, and all of those included waiting a few years to have kids. Jack’s face goes from pure excitement to worry. “Are you okay with this?”

I’m trying to rein it in. I’m excited, but I’m also scared. We had plans, and this was not part of our plan. Instead of answering him, I ask him hesitantly, “Are you okay with this?”

He wraps his arm around my waist and holds on to me. “I’m going to have to be honest with you, Emily.”

I hold my breath. Good or bad, I want the truth. “‘That’s what I want.”

“I knew from the first moment I met you I wanted to have kids with you, and I know the timing is off from what you had planned...” I’m looking at him wide-eyed and worried as he continues. “But this is exactly what I want, Em. I want a family with you, and I’m going to be right by your side the whole time.”

I just stare at him, trying to process it all, but he continues. “Talk to me, honey, because you’re freaking me out a little bit.”

He’s still looking at me the same way he always does. I don’t know why I thought this would be any different or why this would change how he feels about me. Before I can say anything, he asks, “Are you having second thoughts? About me? About us?”

“What? No!” I exclaim.

He cups my face in his hands. “Do you want to have kids with me?”

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