Page 14 of The Club Princess

“Mik, you ready? Because if you’re not, bend over and let me fuck you, princess,” I shout, stomping up the stairs.

She laughs when I enter the bedroom. She’s fully dressed and finishing up the last touches of her mascara.

I pout as I take in the white dress flowing around her, glowing against her tan skin. Her dark hair curled down her back.

“Dress? We’re taking my bike.”

She shrugs. “Then don’t crash.”

“I would prefer you to wear jeans.”

“They’re gonna ask me to take them off. The ultrasound thingy has to be shoved up my vagina since the little bean would be too small to see through my stomach,” she explains, sitting on the edge of the bed as she slips on her Doc Martens.

My head snaps back. “What do you mean they’re gonna shove something up your pussy?”

“The wand stick that does the x-rays.” Mikayla rolls her eyes. “I don’t know. I’m not a doctor. I just googled if I could get an ultrasound this early.”

I narrow my eyes but let it go for now because I’m excited to show her my gift. Smiling, I step closer and hold out my hand to pull her up from the mattress.

She smiles as I cup her face. “I have something for you.”

Her crimson-red lips thin out. “I swear if you say your dick…”

I laugh, twisting my fingers into her hair and tilting her head back. “If I say my dick, you’ll get on your knees and suck it. Won’t you, princess?”

Her pupils dilate, and her pulse picks up in her neck. “I don’t want to be late, Gage.”

“Alright. Let’s go find out if you’re having my baby,” I smirk, pulling her out of the room. When we get down the stairs, I step behind her and place my hands over her eyes. I had left the jacket hanging on the doorway to the left of the front door.

“Gage!” she yelps excitedly, her hands wrapping around my wrists.

I stop us right in front of it, and I take a deep breath. She’s already said yes, but I’m still nervous to present it to her. This is the start of our forever, a piece she’ll always carry with her.

I lean into her ear. “I love you, princess. I think a part of me somehow knew you were always meant to be more.”

Mikayla’s nails dig into my skin, and her swallow is audible, so I let my hands drop before she can say anything. She inhales sharply, stepping forward and caressing the back of the leather.

“What do you think?” I ask. My stomach churns with nerves. Her putting on that jacket means more than a wedding proposal, and she accepts me as the one for her.

She pulls it down and faces me with tears in her eyes. She holds it out for me to help her put it on, and my heart skips a beat.

Grabbing the jacket from her, I shake it and then flip it so she can step in. Mikayla swipes her hair to one side and puts her arms in, and I pull it up to rest on her shoulders.

“I love it,” she whispers, turning back to me. The emotion reflecting on her face has me wanting to tear up myself.

I clear my throat and cup her cheeks. “Even without the claim, you know the club would have taken care of you if anything happened. But this gives me peace from some jackass trying to swoop in and steal you.”

She rolls her eyes, smiling. “Don’t be stupid, I’ve only ever seen you.”

Mikayla

Twistingmybodyinthe mirror, I rub my hand over the small bump protruding just above my underwear. A strange giddiness runs through me at the sight of it.

Even after the ultrasound photos they handed us weeks ago, it doesn’t feel as real as it does now. I’m growing a baby. I’m growingtheirbaby. My cheeks are warm, and my smile is bright with happiness.

“Jesus,” Gage breathes out behind me, and I look at him through the mirror, but his eyes are on my belly. “It just popped out overnight.”

I roll my eyes and turn to him. “Don’t say that stuff to a pregnant woman.”

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