Page 46 of Scribe

What the fuck did that have to do with the price of tea in China?

These fucking women made no sense.

They were giving me whiplash.

I couldn’t keep up!

“And?” Pyro inquired, quirking his head.

“God, you guys are fucking morons sometimes.”

“Cupcake, what the hell are you going on about this time?” King groaned.

“I’m talking about the club dance. You know the tradition this club has.”

“What about it?” Skylar asked, as Gunner walked over with Sarah, helping her to sit.

Fuck me, poor Sarah looked freaking miserable.

Her belly was freakishly huge, but no one said a damn thing as Gunner threatened immediate death if they did.

“Think about it, Scribe.” Bailey smirked evilly as I stiffened. “When Gunner married Sarah, who was the last person she danced with?”

“Pyro,” Sarah grimaced, rubbing her belly in one spot.

“Exactly!” Bailey smiled. “And Skylar, who was the last person you danced with when the club celebrated your marriage?”

“Uh...it was King.” Pyro’s sweet woman grinned.

Cameron was right.

There were too many women in this club.

We had enough!

“And the last person I danced with was Scribe. So, that means Mr. Pussylips is going down next.”

Rolling my eyes, I shouted, “I’m not getting married!”

“Oh yes you are,” Freyja said.

“Freyja, just stop. I don’t care what the magic eight-ball said. I don’t give a fuck if Lucille Ball showed up in a dream and told you herself. I’m not getting married!”

“Hey, no one disrespects Lucille in my presence. Take that shit back!” Freyja shouted, pointing a finger at me.

“Face it, Dimeter.” Athena smirked. “The universe has spoken.”

“Fuck the universe! I’m not getting married!”

“Um, guys.” Sarah gasped, holding her stomach protectively with both arms.

“Babydoll?” Gunner said quietly, his body stiffening just as Sarah screamed out and my phone rang.

Nobody moved as my sisters and Bailey all stared at me while Gunner and King looked at Sarah as if they’d just seen a ghost.

“For crying out fucking loud!” Pyro deadpanned, slapping Gunner across the face. “Wake the fuck up, you fool, and get your wife to the hospital.”

“Answer the phone, Dimeter,” Freyja chuckled, shaking her head.

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