Page 89 of Cocky Biker

Her body responded to his words and his closeness, as it always did. But she put her hand on his chest and pushed him away, just a little.

“What?” he asked.

“We need to talk.”

“So … talk.”

“We just … in here, we keep getting interrupted.”

He looked around. “Not anymore. Carter and Leah have left. Jayden is otherwise engaged with Skylar. Hudson is in his office and Taff… Well, I guess he’s in need of another whisky or two as he moans about Carter to Nina. So talk. We’re good.”

She took a deep breath.

“Hey.” He cupped her cheek. “You’re worrying me now.”

“It’s just…”

“What?”

“I took a test this morning.”

“A test?” He frowned. “What kind of test?”

Her heart was thudding. How would he react? She could guess, but she didn’t really know. “A pregnancy test.”

His eyes widened, and he rubbed the stubble on his chin. “I see.”

She swallowed, her throat tight, her breaths shallow. The next expression on his face would tell her everything she needed to know about their future.

“But it hasn’t been long,” he said, “and it was just the once.”

“Once is all it takes … apparently.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Apparently?”

“Yeah, I’m pregnant, Wyatt. You got me pregnant that one time.”

It was as if all the clocks in the world had stopped. Everyone faded away from her peripheral vision. There was just her and Wyatt and his reaction.

She knew how she’d felt when she’d seen that positive result. Shock. Fear. Disbelief. But then the emotions had turned to excitement laced with protectiveness for the tiny life inside her. She hadn’t expected that, but she was going to roll with it.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Well, I haven’t been to the doctor, but these home tests are pretty accurate.”

“Fuck.” He shook his head and looked down at her belly. “I can’t believe it. Well, I can … but…” He raised his eyebrows. “Got real potent fucking sperm, don’t I?”

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “Are you okay with this?”

“I … I… Are you?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking over the moon. I told you I wanted to be a father, and I want you to be the mother of my kids. You’re pretty damn perfect, Belle. Perfect for me, and I fucking love you.”

She thought her heart would beat right out of her chest. “You think I’m perfect?”

And you love me.

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