Resurrecting Ghosts (Kings of Chaos 4)

“Okay, gonna be a late night for me. If you need anything—”

“I know. I know. I’ll ask someone. If you’re like this when I’m four months pregnant, how are you going to act once I’m further along?” I ask playfully.

“Worse.”

“Thanks for the honesty,” I retort dryly.

“Anytime.” He pats my ass. “Now get home, so I can follow you and make sure this asshole keeps his distance.”

“You’re so romantic.”

“I live to please,” he teases stealing a kiss. He opens the car, takes my portfolio and puts it into the backset.

I slip into the driver’s seat. He’s a hands on man. There’s rarely a time when I carry anything heavier than a coffee mug. It used to drive me crazy, until I realized this was his love language. That or the baby had him topsy-turvy. Either way, there were worse qualities a man could have.

He closes the door behind me, taps the roof and climbs onto his bike.

As I pull out of the parking lot with him and his brothers behind him, I’m overcome by a sense of safety and security. I made the right choices with my life because I’ve never been happier, despite the family drama. I just need to prep myself for the inevitable.

Chapter Eleven

Skull

“Are you excited?” I ask running my hand over the belly that seems to have popped out overnight.

“I am. Nervous too, I think. Are you going to be disappointed if it’s not a boy?”

“Hell, no. I remember all the trouble I got into growing up. If I could avoid that, it’d be a plus.”

She giggles and I give her a kiss on her forehead. I’m doing my best to keep my nervousness from showing. It’s been two days since the wedding, and I haven’t heard anything about her father. He’s a slippery eel. I wouldn’t put it past him to be hard to take care of.

“I’m glad you say that. I know most men want a boy to pass on their legacy to,” she says.

“Don’t know if I’d want this life for my kids. I’m thinking college and a life outside of the insanity would be the way to go. As much as I love the club. I’m fully aware of the fact that it shortens many lives.” I lean back against the headboard and study her as she slips from the bed. She’s beautiful right now. Her hair has grown longer. It grazes her breasts and curls around her nipples when we make love.

She slips on a white skirt and flowy white blouse with pink flowers on it. “Can you believe this?” she asks turning toward me cupping her belly.

“I think the secret is about to be out, love,” I say.

“Yeah.” She sighs and pulls out a light pink blouse with a flower pattern. She ties the shirt in the center and turns to me. She’s a maternal goddess with her glowing skin and Mona Lisa smile.

“Beautiful.”

She wrinkles her nose. “We’re only four months in. I’m going to be huge.”

“No, you’ll be pregnant.”

She huffs, unties the shirt, and slips on a bra with a white tank top.

It’s insane how normal watching my woman dress has become. The days of staying in the guest room are long gone.

“How are you sessions with Dr. Reichsight going?”

“Intense, but good. There’s a lot to clear out of dark spaces, but I feel like we’re getting there,” I answer honestly.

“So you’re glad you went?” she asks.

“Yeah, I am.”