Page 66 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

Bram smiled.

“That I’d do,” he admitted.

I bumped him with my shoulder, then started to eat.

Only a hint of nausea rolled through me.

I groaned as I got the first taste of fries for the first time in months.

“Holy shit.” I shoved more into my mouth. “These are amazing.”

He chuckled as he ate, watching me with amusement as I all but downed everything that I had. Then eyed his that he was still working on.

Without a word, he handed his fries over to me with a smile. “I can stop for more.”

He wouldn’t stop for more.

He didn’t have time.

But I was just so hungry.

I ate them all with a flourish and sat back against the bench’s back and groaned.

“Damn.” I rubbed my belly. “I think we found our new meal for a while.”

He chuckled as he started packing his trash away, and a tiny little flutter from my belly had me pressing my hand against my stomach.

“Can I feel?”

I blinked and looked over at Bram, who was looking so vulnerable in that moment that a little bit of my brick wall crumbled.

“Yes,” I agreed quickly. “I feel him inside… but outside…”

I pressed his hand to where I could feel the baby moving.

It felt like little gas bubbles at this point, but they were fluttery, fast, and I felt them all over. So I knew that they were the real thing.

I pressed two of his fingers in a little deeper and smiled when I felt the soft flutters.

“Feel it?” I wondered.

“No,” he sighed. “Soon, though.”

I moved my shirt up, then pressed his fingers against my bare flesh.

I all but groaned inwardly upon feeling it.

God, I wanted his hands on more than just my bare belly.

I wanted them on everything bare…

The last week with him in bed beside me had been torture.

“How about now?” I asked, looking over at him.

His eyes were closed tightly shut, and I wondered if he was feeling the same thing that I was.

“Nothing,” he croaked.

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