Patch (Silver Saints MC)

“You’re not gonna get an argument from me.” Kurt’s hand slipped around my back to cover my stomach. “I want all of my club brothers to be as happy as we are.”

After I took the pregnancy test this morning—and we’d thoroughly celebrated the results with some mind-blowing sex—Kurt and I had talked about when would be the best time to tell everyone. It had taken some convincing—in the form of a blow job after some major pouting and puppy dog eyes on my part—to get him to agree to keep the news to ourselves today. I wanted the focus to be on our wedding, and he was willing to give me what I asked for…but only for twenty-four hours. Tomorrow, all bets were off, and he planned to tell anyone who was willing to listen that he’d knocked me up.

Unfortunately, my dad was too observant, my mom knew me too well, and neither of them was in on the secret, so they didn’t know to keep their mouths shut. My dad’s gaze dropped to where Kurt’s hand cupped my belly, and my mom zeroed in on my sappy smile. Before I could stop them, my mom cried, “You’re pregnant!” while my dad growled, “It’s a good thing you married her already since I didn’t bring my shotgun.”

“Stop threatening Kurt. He would’ve made it official the same day he proposed if I’d let him have his way,” I grumbled as my mom shoved my dad out of the way to give me a hug.

Kurt’s breath was hot in my ear as he murmured, “Careful.”

“Just because she’s pregnant doesn’t mean she’s suddenly breakable.” My mom rolled her eyes and jerked her thumb toward my dad. “You’re gonna be just as bad as he was when I was pregnant with Willa, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t that bad,” my dad muttered.

She turned to him, planting her fists on her hips. “You tracked everything I ate, wouldn’t let me pick up anything heavier than my purse, refused to take me on the back of your bike, and would’ve surrounded me in bubble wrap if I’d let you.”

Kurt’s chest shook as he laughed while my mom ranted. When she was done, he claimed, “I’m definitely not going to be as bad as him.”

“Oh, please,” I snorted. My eye roll rivaled my mom’s, but that was understandable, considering the amount of hovering I’d already had to deal with from him today. “We only found out that I’m pregnant this morning. In that time, you’ve already refused to let me have coffee with breakfast, downloaded an e-book about pregnancy, and tried to talk me into wearing something else to our wedding because you thought my dress was too tight around my stomach.”

My mom’s eyes went wide as she giggled. “All that in ten hours? Sounds to me like you’re going to be even worse than her dad, which is quite a feat.”

“Well, then.” My dad tucked my mom into his side and grinned at Kurt. “I guess I was right to trust you with my baby girl if you’re going to follow in my footsteps.”

“It figures his overprotective act would be the thing to finally impress you,” my mom accused, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’ve got it all wrong, baby,” my dad protested, brushing his lips against her temple. “I never would’ve walked her down that aisle if I wasn’t already impressed.”

“Uh-huh, sure you did.”

If my mom knew the lengths Kurt had gone to protect me, she wouldn’t have been quite so skeptical. But Vincent’s death was club business, and I hadn’t even been given all the details. Not that I needed them. What Kurt had been able to tell me was enough to know that I would’ve walked down the aisle to him all by myself both times we’d gotten married if I’d had to.

Epilogue

Patch

“What am I going to do?” Willa wailed.

The genuine distress in her voice had me rushing down the hall to burst into our bedroom and find out what was upsetting her. But as I reached the door, I stopped in my tracks when she said, “I can’t tell him! I can’t!”

What the fuck?

Fear spurned inside me, but not because I thought for one second that Willa was cheating on me or anything ridiculous like that. It might piss me off when other men ogled my wife, but I’d eventually realized that Willa didn't even notice. She had no idea how damn beautiful she was unless I was the one telling her. Then she would blush that pretty pink shade I loved.

The reason I was worried was because she was keeping something from me, and with the exception of some club shit, my wife and I didn’t have secrets between us. If she didn’t want to tell me, then it was bound to be something terrible. Was she sick?