Page 47 of Viper
Pregnant?
My eyes go to her stomach, and fear clutches through me.
I don’t know how far along she is, the doctors were still doing their checks, their main concern her, so I don’t know if it’s mine or Joey's...
I sniff hard, my tears wanting to fall.
I blame myself, I can’t help it, I never should have left for two months, never should have pushed her away, allowing my fucked up mama’s past to get in my head.
My tears fall…
“We’ll get her the help she needs, Randy, the club is partially to blame for this, the label that was put on her head, we’ll help her,” Blade promises, and Randy replies, “And what about your sergeant? Who's going to help him because he looks ready to break?”
“We’ll all band around him, he’ll be alright,” Blade says with such conviction even I nearly believe him but I won’t be alright, I caused this, no one else but me. I’m not stupid enough not to realize Cherri’s words are what sent her over the fucking edge to cut deeper than she had been.
“Viper,” I hear Randy, but I don’t look up at him, and he sighs but continues, “Cherri implied you’ve been screwing her.”
That fucking does it.
I look at him in shock, and his face softens seeing my tears staining my cheeks, and I demand, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He admits, “She gloated that you’d been screwing her and had screwed her as soon as you got back with Kitty.”
Mother…
“I don’t fuck clubwhores,” I grit.
He nods and replies, “I know, but Lake doesn’t, something Cherri has realized.”
I glare at Blade and snap, “You really should have let me choke her!”
He smirks but nods, knowing I’m right, before I sigh and drop my head again, but only for a moment. Rustling hits my ears, and I look up sharply towards the bed. Everything inside me settles as Lake slowly looks around the room before her eyes widen in shock as she notices the bandages on her wrists, realization dawning on her of what has happened.
She looks at her dad and Blade, who hasn’t said anything before she slowly looks my way, her mouth parting.
“Hey,” I whisper as we lock eyes, and my tears fall again at the pain that shines back at me, so much fucking pain that I ignored.
I don’t fucking deserve this woman. I knew her heart, and yet I questioned her, made her feel like shit, caused arguments with her, and now she’s lying in a hospital bed.
“I-I’m sorry,” she chokes, her tears streaming, and I shake my head as I quickly kneel before her and grab her hand with both mine and press it against my lips.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” I try to soothe, but she shakes her head.
She sobs, “I-I didn’t mean to cut that deep, I-I p-put our baby at risk.”
I squeeze my eyes tight at her words, her confirmation that it’s mine settling me.
“O-Oh god, what have I done?” she cries, and I tighten my hold on her hand before cupping her cheek with my other.
I soothe, “Don’t think about it, shorty, just breathe for me.”
She shakes her head, her body trembling, and without a thought, I quickly stand and climb on the bed with her and quickly bring her into my side, my arm wrapped around her while my hand cups her head.
“I-I’m so-so sorry,” she cries, and my tears fall as I press my lips to her head, not saying anything, knowing she won’t hear my words.
“H-How could I do this to her, how?” she sobs louder, and I swallow hard, tightening my hold on her while gently shushing her.
We’re having a girl…
