Page 46 of Unbreakable
Remi gasps beside me but doesn’t say a word as her face lights up for the first time in days. I look to Jake who's wearing a shocked expression on his face. Dragging his hand through his beard, Jake asks her, "Is that what I think it is?"
"That, guys, is your baby's heartbeat, and that right there," she points to a tiny blip on the screen, "is your baby. You are in fact pregnant. Now, I won't 100% say how far along you are but by the looks of things I would guess eight weeks." Emerson lets us listen to the rhythm of the fast heartbeat a moment longer before setting the wand aside and cleaning the sticky jelly from my skin. "Everything looks good. First thing tomorrow find an OBGYN and set up an appointment. Congratulations, guys! I'm beyond happy for all three of you."
"Momma, you're going to have a baby. Oh my gosh, I'm going to be a big sister. This is unbelievable," Remi gushes with excitement. "Please, please can I go tell Aunt Glory, I'm about to burst," she quickly stands and starts bouncing.
By this point, I've started crying again, only this time they are happy tears. "Yes, Peanut, you can go tell her." Before the words finish leaving my mouth, she's darting to the bedroom door but stops just as she's about to put her hand on the door handle.
Spinning around, she makes a beeline towards Jake and throws her arms around his neck. "Thank you," she whispers. Visibly overcome, I watch Jake struggle to hold his emotions in check until Remi runs out the door and Emerson quietly follows closing the door behind her.
"You know we have maybe thirty seconds before my best friend comes bursting through that door?" I laugh.
Jake remains quiet as he eases his body down the bed until his face hovers over my still exposed belly. The warmth of his breath brushes across my skin just before he kisses it. I listen to his shuddered breaths as he attempts to rein them in.
"I'm not sure how to put into words what I'm feeling right now. I feel like nothing I say would do justice to the immense joy and love I have for you at this moment," his voice cracks with emotions.
"You don’t have to say anything. You've shown me—you've proven time and time again you love me; love us. That is all I will ever need from you, Jake.
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Jake
Wanting to give Grace some alone time with Remi and Glory, I decide to head out to the main room for a beer and see what my brothers are up to. My focus the past twenty-four hours has been solely on my woman, yet I know my boys have been working endlessly on tracking down Ronan. It chaps my ass the slimy bastard slipped through our fingers.Fuckin' pussy.But not even the fact that fucker got away can overshadow the news that I'm going to be a dad. My Little Bird is going to have my baby. Suddenly, a dark shadow crosses my heart because for the first time since hearing the news, I realize not only could I have lost Grace, but I could have lost my baby. It's a miracle the baby survived the beating she had to endure by that pussy Ronan. I look forward to having his blood on my hands. Saddling up to the bar, I take a seat next to Logan and motion for the prospect Grey to give me a beer. Lifting the bottle to my mouth, I down half the contents in one pull.
"How's Grace doing?" Logan asks from beside me.
At his question, I turn and look at him and the rest of the men I consider my sons. Gabriel, Reid, Quinn, and I smile.
"Grace and I are going to have a baby," I say dropping the bomb. Maybe I should have waited longer, but I'm so fuckin' ecstatic. Plus, with all the shit going on it feels good to deliver a piece of good news.
Choking on his drink, Quinn spits out. "No fuckin' way! Are you yankin' our chain, Prez?"
"Nope, Emerson just confirmed."
A round of whoops and congratulations echoed throughout the room.
"I'm so damn happy for ya, Prez," Logan says clapping me on the back. "You fuckin' deserve this." He mutters pulling me in for a hug.
"Thanks, son."
After a beat of silence. Quinn's ass doesn't disappoint when he speaks up. "I can't believe Jake's old ass is gonna be a daddy before me."
"Fuck you, Quinn." I chuckle, throwing my bottle cap at him the same time Gabriel slaps him upside his head.
"What! I'm just sayin'. All of y'all are havin' babies. I can't wait to have a whole fuckin' litter. Now if my baby momma would get her ass on board."
"Let me give you a piece of advice, Quinn," Emerson interjects walking into the room and takes a seat at the bar to my left. "Don't refer to your future children as a litter."
"No problem, babe. I'll leave the name pickin' to you."
Rolling her eyes, Emerson ignores Quinn, as hard as it is at times and turns her attention to me. "I see you told them your happy news."
"Shit, doc. I couldn't keep something like that in. Still can't fuckin' believe it. I know we probably should have waited a little longer before announcing-" I go to say, but Emerson cuts me off.
"With all this club is going through right now, I think a little good news is warranted. This is your family, Jake. Share this happy time with them. And like I said before, Grace is doing well considering, and the baby's heartbeat is strong. For now, don't think about the what ifs. The what ifs are irrelevant."
"You're right, doc. Thanks."
"Mind if I stay and have a beer? Or are you all having some sort of meeting?"
