Page 80 of Wild Side
He’s got his head dipped and his focus on his cell phone as I fish the keys out of my purse. Moving past him to the door, Iunlock and open it, then walk inside. He follows me, though he is silent as he does. I’m not sure what’s happening exactly, but when I turn around to thank him for everything today, he shifts his gaze up, connecting with mine almost instantly
“Maverick will be here in just a few minutes. He had some shit go down. He’s updating me.”
Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times before I clear my throat. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a smirk. “A shot would suffice, but I try not to drink and drive too much, so I’ll wait until I get to the clubhouse. I’m good for now, but I’m going to wait until Maverick gets here before I take off. It cool I chill on the sofa?”
Nodding a few times, I tell him that it’s okay, and then I slip out of the room and make my way to the back bedroom. I need a minute to breathe, because Chase is coming home, and I’m going to have to tell him that we’re not having just one baby but two.
Hopefully, he takes it as well as his brother.
But the simple fact is that I don’t know him very well. I can’t assume to know how he’s going to react. He’s been so positive this entire time that I’m almost waiting for the other shoe to drop, and this very well could be the other shoe.
I hear a motorcycle pull into the driveway. The rumbling is unmistakable.
Heis home.
Standing in the bedroom, I listen to the front door opening, then closing. Men’s voices bounce off the walls, but only murmurs seep through. I can’t make out any clear words. I don’t try, either.
In fact, I just wait, far too consumed with my own thoughts, worries, fears, and anxieties to even attempt to make out what is being said in the living room. Lifting my hand to my mouth, I worry my thumb with my teeth, chewing on the edge of the nail as I wait for Chase to walk into the bedroom.
The front door opens and closes again. The pickup truck engine starts, then I hear footsteps moving down the hallway. They stop in front of the closed door.
I can’t look away.
As I wait, I stare at the door. My thumb between my teeth, my heart racing inside my chest, threatening to actually beat out of my body and land somewhere on the floor. My breathing comes out in heavy, ragged pants.
Slowly, the door opens.
There, standing in front of me, wearing his cut, looking absolutely breathtaking, as always, is Chase. He doesn’t move immediately. He watches me the same way I am watching him. I wait for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t.
“I went to the doctor today. They were able to fit me in at the last minute.”
He still doesn’t speak.
“Trent took me.”
“Trent?” He arches a brow.
“He said I could call him Trent,” I whisper.
Sucking in a deep breath, I hold it for just a moment before letting it escape in a whoosh, and that’s when I decide to just say it. The three words that are either going to make or break us, although I thought that my pregnancy announcement alone would do that. I didn’t think anything bigger could come.
But I was wrong.
“We’re having twins.”
Silence.
MAVERICK
Twins.
The word isn’t foreign to me. However, it was not expected. Not in the fucking slightest. After coming home, I told Goose about Kyle Alexander and how Piggy had to follow him out of town after taking a gun from him.
Though I don’t think we have to worry about him any longer.
It could have had a different ending. My brother only smiled and told me that he’d taken Zadie to the doctor for an appointment. He also said he’d see me at the clubhouse later for drinks.
