Page 59 of The MC's Surprise
“Absolutely,” Skylar nodded sharply. “Besides, those games are so much more fun with all the guys joining in. We’ll give him a balloon belly and everything.”
It sounded a lot more fun than whatever Charlotte had done. And hopefully it would put Vegas in a better mood. I hated seeing how upset he was and knowing it was partially my fault. I didn’t have to drag him into this mess. I should have left it alone.
Vegas handed Skylar the keys, the pain still evident in his eyes. “Thanks, Mama Bear. I appreciate it.”
She smiled softly, giving his arm a pat. “Don’t worry. This was just a prequel. We’ll do something fun for the main event.”
She left, her phone already pressed to her ear as she called in reinforcements. I had to admit, I actually looked forward to whatever she had planned. Skylar was my friend, and was more than happy to get the crew involved. Maybe we could post pictures online to soften the crew’s image a little more. Seeing big bikers playing baby shower games would be hilarious.
Vegas pulled my hands off his face, kissing my knuckles. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you that nap. Did you want to pick up any food on the way?”
It was sweet of him to offer, but I still wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t been all day. It was why it didn't upset me that Charlotte didn't have any food I could eat. Before today, if I went this long without food, I’d either fly off the handle or cry. Usually cry. I was glad today wasn’t one of those days.
“No, thanks. All I want is a bed, a comfy pillow, and a gorgeous man to cuddle me. Know anyone I could ask?”
That got him to smile, and he brought my hands to his lips again, kissing them gently. “I can think of someone, yeah.”
“Is it Rooster? Because I feel like he’d be a major cuddle slut.”
He didn't take the bait, instead rolling his eyes as he led me around to the passenger seat. “You don’t want to cuddle with Rooster. He’s all skin and bones. Who wants to cuddle that? We can ask Killer. Pretty sure he spends most of his babysitting time cuddling babies.”
I loved that he was playful and not a jealous jerk. It made it so much more fun to joke around with him. I didn’t have to walk on eggshells worried about how he’d react.
He shut my door carefully once I was safely inside the car and jogged around the front, sliding into the driver’s seat. He grunted when he realized it was too cramped and he had to readjust the seat. I snickered at his obvious discomfort, but I was too exhausted to poke fun at him. Naps. Naps were necessary after putting up with Charlotte for that long. I got the feeling napping with Vegas would be an experience and I wanted to get to that as soon as possible.
I thought he’d drive me home, but he took me to the clubhouse instead. I was fading on the ride and couldn’t ask him about it until we were pulling into the clubhouse parking lot. Not that I minded. His bed was bigger than mine and way more comfortable. And I’d take the backseat of the car at this point.
I heard his low chuckle as he stroked his thumb along my cheek. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you upstairs.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” I murmured, waiting for him to come around and help me to my feet. Seriously, how was I still three weeks from my due date? I felt like a balloon about to pop.
There were a few murmured greetings as Vegas led me inside with his arm around my waist, but no one stopped us from heading upstairs. I probably would’ve cried if they tried. I’d never been so tired in my life. I barely remembered the trip up the stairs and I was pretty much out when he laid me down on the fluffy mattress. I stayed awake long enough to shove a pillow under my belly to get more comfortable before passing out.
I felta little better when I woke up. More rested. It helped that I had a furnace pressed up against my back, his hand idly stroking my belly in a way that was really soothing. I debated going back to sleep, but my bladder protested and I knew one good kick from the baby and I’d be peeing my pants. It was better to get up. Didn’t mean I was happy about it.
“Ugh,” I groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Vegas murmured in my ear.
Was it weird talking about bathroom habits with the guy you just started dating? Eh. He’d figure it out eventually.
“I have to pee. But I’m so comfy!”
His chest shook as he attempted to hold back his laughter. He helped me sit up, then rolled off the bed and came around to help me to my feet. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you comfortable, then I’m going to rub your feet. You deserve some pampering.”
His phone, which was face up on the bed, showed a website with information on caring for pregnant women. I fought off a grin and asked, “Did your google search tell you that?”
“No, Skylar did. She was texting me details for the party and mentioned spoiling you for putting up with Charlotte’s bullshit this morning.” He squeezed my hands a little, his expression apologetic. “I’m really sorry about that. I should have questioned her more when she offered. She plans events all the time for the casino, so I thought it’d be an easy thing for her. I didn’t think she’d act that way.”
Cupping his chin, I smacked a kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t take anything she said or did to heart. And the cow onesie is actually kind of cute. I bet I could find a cow print bow or suspenders online to match it.”
He made a face, helping me waddle to the bathroom. “Are cows a baby shower thing? I thought it was like baby chicks or bunnies.”
“That’s Easter,” I corrected. “I’m pretty sure if animals are involved in baby showers, its usually all baby animals, not one specifically. The cow thing was an attempt to make me feel fat. I mean, she’s not wrong. I’m enormous.”
He scowled. “You are not. You’re pregnant.”
“Same difference. But that’s the thing. I know I won’t stay this way forever. So her comments didn’t affect me. At least the theme wasn’t like the poop emoji or something. Cows can be cute. Especially highland cows. Have you seen those? They’re freaking adorable.”
