Page 73 of Unmasked Anarchy
One Month Later
Kael’s mouth on mythroat, his hands everywhere, his chest flattening me into the tile—this is what I crave more than oxygen.New life has bloomed in my body, and so has a rabid, impossible hunger for him, for his heat, for the way he looks at me when I laugh.The ache for him is so sharp I catch myself gripping the tile, arching into him, begging for more.
We fuck in the shower, lips burning, water pounding, my body aching for him.He takes me against the wall, slow and careful, thumbs gentle on my jaw, tracing kisses along my neck that taste like promise.He came back to me, even when I was sure he wouldn’t, and since then, things have been fucking perfect.I have never been loved in the way he loves me.
I crave it.
He spent a few days acting incredibly distant when he found out about the baby.Then, one night, he came to my door and said nothing, just pressed his mouth to mine and held me so tight I felt my ribcage protest.He told me that no matter what, no matter who the baby belonged to, I was his and so was the baby and he would never turn his back on us.
In the month since, he has been there every step of the way.He has helped me through morning sickness and fed me chocolate when I cry.Nia and Mera have been amazing, pampering me and setting up a room at the clubhouse that is all mine.Kael lets me have my room, with my pink comforters and fluffy pillows.
I love him.
I love everything about this world he lives in.
We lost seven men between both clubs that day, but Zane survived.I think about the first time I saw Zane after it all, a Frankenstein's monster of staples and stitches, laughing like every breath was his last and his best.He told me we had matching scars now, but his was far cooler.
Zane is a fucking warrior.
Now here we are, fucking in the shower, before we go to the appointment that will change everything.The one that will determine who this baby belongs to.I know Kael has said he doesn’t care, but if he hears the words that the baby belongs to Gage, will that change?
“It don’t matter to me,” Kael murmurs when we’re done and dressed.
He must see the terrified expression on my face.
“But if this is Gage’s baby, that means forever, we have to have him in our lives.That isn’t as easy as you think it will be.”
“No, it ain’t, but I made a choice when I chose you and that means I accept everything about who you are.Including that baby.”
I bite my bottom lip.“I’m terrified.”
“It’ll all be good, baby, yeah?”
I hope he’s right.
We both get on his bike and begin the ride into town where the results will be read.We haven’t told Gage yet, because I wanted to see if the baby was Kael’s first.If it isn’t, that only leaves one person.Kael’s DNA was taken, along with mine, and if it doesn’t come back as a match, then we will know the baby isn’t his.
It’s really that simple.
My chest rises and falls with panic as we walk into the small clinic where the doctor will give us the results.Kael squeezes my hand, but I can’t focus.I can’t think about anything but what is going to happen in the next hour.We wait in the waiting room, and I pick at a strand of gauze around my wrist until Kael covers my hand with his.
Finally, there’s a click at the door, and the doctor enters.He calls me in and we stand, my legs jelly as we walk into his office and sit down.He looks at the computer screen, flicking through some results, and the entire time I feel like I am going to vomit.
“We got your test results, Sable.”
Kael laces his fingers through mine, and I swear we both hold our breaths.
The doctor clears his throat.“The baby is healthy.No chromosomal concerns at all.”He glances at me, searching for relief, but I’m not moving.“The paternity screening was conclusive.”
I brace myself, the words sliding by in a distant echo.
