Page 80 of Claimed By the Bikers
The timer on my phone goes off, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I stand up slowly, walk to the counter, and look down at the test.
Two lines.
Pregnant.
I stare at those two pink lines until they blur, emotions crashing over me in waves.
A baby. I’m carrying their baby.
I wash my hands, splash water on my face, and hide the test in my jacket pocket. Then I head downstairs, looking for the three men who are about to become fathers.
I find them in Atlas’s office, heads bent over supply invoices and security reports. They look up when I enter, and I see the exact moment they notice something different in my expression.
“Close the door,” Atlas says quietly.
I do, then turn to face three pairs of eyes watching me with varying degrees of concern.
“I need to tell you something,” I begin.
“What’s wrong?” Garrett asks, already rising from his chair.
“Nothing’s wrong. At least, I don’t think it is.” I reach into my jacket and pull out the pregnancy test, holding it up so they can all see the results. “I’m pregnant.”
At first, there’s complete, profound silence that stretches for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds.
“I thought you were going to get tampons?” Garrett says, clearly stunned.
“I lied. I was scared and didn’t want things to be awkward.”
Then Atlas moves, faster than I’ve ever seen him move, crossing the room in two strides and pulling me against him before I can blink. His arms wrap around me, holding me to his chest while his heart pounds under my ear.
Garrett appears beside us, dropping to his knees so he can rest his hand on my stomach. His palm is warm through my shirt, protective and possessive and infinitely gentle.
“Heavens,” Silas breathes, and when I look at him, there are tears in his eyes. “A baby. We’re having a baby.”
“Are you…” I swallow hard, suddenly terrified of their answer. “Are you okay with this? I know the timing is terrible, with everything that’s happening?—”
“Are we okay with it?” Atlas tightens his arms around me. “Ember, we’re over the moon with it.”
“This is the best news we’ve had in years,” Garrett adds, his thumb stroking across my still-flat stomach. “I had the feeling it was a baby.”
“C’est un miracle,” Silas says, moving to kneel on my other side. “A miracle in the middle of all this darkness.”
“You’re not worried? About the danger, the timing, all the complications this creates?”
“There will always be complications,” Atlas says firmly. “But life doesn’t wait for perfect circumstances.”
“And this baby”—Garrett’s voice is rough with emotion—“is going to be the most protected, most loved child in the history of the world.”
“Three fathers,” Silas adds with a watery laugh. “Poor kid won’t be able to get away with anything.”
I laugh too, the sound shaky but genuine. “We don’t know whose?—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Atlas interrupts.
“But legally?—”
“We’ll figure out the legalities later. Right now, all that matters is that you’re carrying our child, and we’re going to take care of both of you.”
