Page 67 of Spike's Perdition
“Wanna head home tonight?” Megan asks when Ivory lies down in the grass just outside of the seating area around the fire.
“Why would we do that?” Ivory asks. “They’re all booked through tomorrow.”
Megan shrugs. “I just thought… With the pregnancy, I’m sure you’d rather sleep in a real bed.”
“I’m fine.” Ivory straightens into a sitting position. “I won’t let our clients down because I got knocked up.”
“No one would be let down,” I tell her, unable to stay out of the conversation. “I’m sure they’d understand.”
“No. We’re staying, and that’s final.”
Megan and I exchange a look, but neither of us try to argue.
“Then at least go rest for an hour or so before dinner,” I suggest.
“Will that make you both feel better?” Ivory hisses.
“Yes.”
“Fine. I’ll gorest.”
I reach down to help her to her feet, but Ivory swats my hand away. Stepping back, I watch her struggle, but eventually, she’s upright and waddling away from us.
“Oh, you’re so in for a wild ride,” Megan taunts.
“Whaddya mean?”
She points at Ivory, who’s out of earshot. “That woman is gonna give you a run for your money, biker boy.”
I grin. “I’m counting on it.”
CHAPTER 28
IVORY
“Areyou sure you’re ready for this level of commitment?”
Megan watches me with sharp eyes while I tie up some loose ends before going on maternity leave. Spike and I decided the best place for me would be the clubhouse until it was time for Peanut to make his way into the world. Spike feels better knowing that Abyss and Violet can care for me if something were to happen. Turns out Dr. Wilde has a multisite practice and is also registered at Boulder City Memorial. After I heard about that, my mind was made up.
I roll my eyes. “We’ve been over this,” I say for what seems the millionth time. “Abyss is going to be monitoring me until the baby comes. I’ll be back after maternity leave, and you can come visit anytime.”
Spike and the club gave Megan and Eric access to the clubhouse to visit whenever they want. That was part of our negotiations when Spike approached me about moving in.
“Quit trying to talk her out of moving in with him,” Eric scolds, walking into our office like he owns the place. He plops down in his favorite chair. “I, for one, am not missing out on all that yumminess, even if I can only look.”
Megan smirks. “I’m telling RaRa.”
“Heifer!” Eric shouts, no venom in his tone. “Don’t you dare! No human being can walk in there andnotperusethe displays.”
“Enough, children.” I wince as Peanut kicks my ribs. “That includes you.” I tilt my head to my stomach and rub my hands soothingly over my bump.
“That kid is going to be massive,” Eric points out. “Be careful he doesn’t blow out your hoo-ha.”
“Damn it, Eric.” Megan cringes. “Keep the commentary to yourself. I don’t need those visuals in my head.”
We all laugh, and a pang of sadness hits me in the chest. I’m going to miss this.
It’s only temporary. You’ll be back before you know it.
