Page 41 of Viper
Food just hasn’t appealed to me, and the little I do eat, I eat for her.
I sigh as I drop my hands from my stomach and turn away from the mirror, deciding against the hair ties around my sleeves, not wanting to give anything away. I try to ignore the guilt because I haven’t looked after myself for her, proving I’m not worthy of being her mother.
The more I think about the baby, the more down I begin to feel, and today is supposed to be a happy day. It’s Skylar’s wedding so I need to be on my game for her, especiallyconsidering I’m one of her bridesmaids while also trying to hide my bump from everyone, especially my dad.
It helped that I’ve used work and school as an excuse to keep my distance, but today I don’t have a choice. I can’t let her down.
My phone chimes, and I grab it off my nightstand. My eyes go to the drawer, but I shake my head and wake the device up, ignoring the pictures of Viper knowing longing will fill me.
I miss him.
Shaking my head again, I open the text threat but swallow hard at the words, and my chest tightens.
My Girls – Raya:
Heads up, I’ve just saw Viper riding through town.
He’s back.
Another message pops through.
My Girls – Skylar:
Okay, I’m glad he’s back for my wedding, but I’m pissed he left to begin with.
Another message….
My Girls – Ivy:
Don’t worry, I’ll ream him out when he walks through the door, leaving the way he did was not okay, especially for Lake.
My heart pounds, my stomach tightening, the urge to call him, to confide in him, to beg him to hold me pulls, and my eyes tear up.
When Skylar messaged the day after I made the biggest mistake of my life, that he had gone nomad, I felt like all the air was sucked out of me. No one was aware he was leaving, hedidn't say goodbye. Plenty of brothers have blamed me for them losing their brother, their Sergeant at Arms.
Every time I walked into the diner or café, or even in the supermarket, if a brother was there, I’d get evil looks. I couldn’t really blame them because, well, I blamed myself too. I ended up calling in sick to work for a week, and I did things I’m not proud of - things that have now left scars on my wrist as a reminder of how pathetic I really am.
My stomach flutters, which may or may not be the baby, and panic sets in.
What if he sees the bump?
What if he found someone else on the road?
Bile rises, and I quickly swallow it, trying to breathe through the nausea and jealousy while regret fills me hard.
I have no right to feel jealousy or pain. If he’s moved on, then that is his right. I slept with someone else I mean, I know we’re broken up, have been for five months, but still, I slept with someone else. He slept with the ring girl, and while I was intoxicated and not thinking right, unlike him, I still did it, while pregnant with his child, no less.
Skylar said he needed space, and the club allowed it, so if space brought him someone else, then I guess I’ll have to get on with it.
I hope I don’t cry when I see him for the first time in two months.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the minister says two hours later, and by minister, I mean Brick while Tate, looking adorable in her flower girl dress jumps up and down excitedly.
I have no idea when Brick got himself ordained, but I have to admit, the man did good, and Mama Lopez could not take her eyes off him, so if that was his plan, it definitely worked. Though, if he hurts her again, I’ll chop his balls off while Skylar holds him down.
Fury mutters, “Fucking finally,” before he cups the back of Skylar’s head, gripping her loose, wavy hair and slamming his lips against hers hard. The whole garden erupts in cheers, and I grin widely, my eyes tearing as I clap along with Ivy in front of me holding Hudson. He keeps eyeing me, and I look his way again, causing him to squeal and giggle.
I smile a little at him. Normally, I would hold him and fuss over him, but I just can’t, especially knowing what I’m going to do in around four months...
