Page 78 of Dancin' with Demons

Sandra wanted kids with Catacomb, that much I knew.

I still have enough guilt over her death to drown in, but I’m pushing through it. The day after everything, I hadn’t realized how much I’d mentally checked out until I overheard Savior ask Renegade if I was sick or something and why I seemed so sad. Hearing my daughter’s confusion kinda snapped me back to reality.

This morning was the second reality check, and sitting in the common room for the last three hours with this damn little, life-changing stick in my pocket as I watch Renegade, Catacomb, Reaper, and the others play with Savior, has made my anxiety go through the roof. I just need to tell him, right?

We’re adults. We’ve been together for several months and never used protection. It’s not like we didn’t know this was a possibility . . . We just never talked about it in the reality of life.

Shit.

“Why are you staring over there like you’re afraid Renegade is gonna kill you?” Lacey’s voice pulls my attention to her.

Meeting her gaze, my shoulders sag. “Oh, he might by the end of today.”

Lacey’s brows pull together. She and Rainie get up and move closer to sit around me. “Raylynn, what’s wrong?”

As I open my mouth, Pint goes speeding past us, distracting me for a second. When I look back at Lacey, her eyes boring into mine, I sigh. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” she yells, sitting straight, and getting the attention of every fuckin’ person in the damn common room.

Glancing at them, Renegade, Catacomb, and the guys are already heading this way, and I cover my face with my hands. “Damn it, Lace.”

“Sorry,” she says, quietly.

“What’s goin’ on?” Catacomb says as I peek through my fingers to find them all standing around us, Archangel off to the side, holding Savior.

“Uhm,” Rainie says, patting my leg. “Raylynn has something to tell Renegade.”

“I hate all of you,” I say through my hands.

“Baby?” Renegade’s tone is worried and apprehensive. “Are you okay?”

Dropping my hands, I pull the test out of my back pocket, trying to hide it. “That depends on your definition of okay.”

“Little love, you’re scarin’ me.”

Huffing, I hold the test toward him. “I’m pregnant.”

His whole body freezes and he doesn’t even reach for the test. “What did you say?”

“Mommy’s gonna have a baby!” Savior yells happily, and I almost chuckle, but I can’t take my eyes off Renegade.

Catacomb leans over and takes the test from my hand so I can lower my arm. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch as he stares at the test and a smile spreads across his face. Patting Renegade on the back hard, he laughs. “Congrats, brother. You’re gonna have another kid.”

I yelp as Renegade lunges down at me, crashing his lips to mine, and the brothers erupt in yells and cheers.

When Renegade pulls back, he puts his hand on my stomach as he lowers himself to sit next to me.

“A baby, huh?”

I shrug and try to keep from crying again. After everything, good or bad, I’m sick of crying. “Looks that way.”

Renegade smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I love you, woman.”

“So, you’re happy about this?”

He laughs. “Over the fuckin’ moon about this.”

“Well,” I say a little confused, “I really thought you’d be mad.”

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