Kitty Kitty (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 5)

My lips twitched, and I slowly started to get back online.

“Is there anything we should look out for with her bleeding disorder?” I asked, worry starting to flit through my veins.

“As of right now, no,” the doctor answered. “She just has low iron. Her being pregnant, that’s a normal thing, things being low. That baby is cooking in there, and it comes first most of the time. Low energy reserves are another common thing that comes with low iron, along with a multitude of other things. I would want you to pay attention to any extreme lethargy. Or a sudden onset of it. Any spotting or bleeding from the vagina, I would want to know about that immediately as well. But other than that, I think she’s a fairly healthy individual. I would suggest upping your prenatal vitamins to two a day, however.”

And then the doctor was putting the wand away.

Well, he was before I blurted, “Can I have a photo?”

The doctor grinned at me. “Always nice to see a man invested in his child.”

I hadn’t been. But I damn sure was now.

CHAPTER 9

Is it normal to hate the man that knocked you up for breathing really loud?

-Blaise to her mom

BLAISE

“You want to go grab something to eat?”

I looked up from the fidgeting I was doing in the seat next to him and stared.

He was wearing black jeans, the kind that looked so old and worn that they practically were see-through in places. When he sat in his truck, his foot moving off and on the brake, as we moved through the crowded hospital parking lot, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his muscled thighs.

“Umm,” I said as I finally dragged my eyes away from that beautiful piece of man meat. “Where?”

He switched on his blinker, and my gaze was attracted to yet another part of his anatomy. His muscular forearm.

See, Sin had a few things going for him in the sexy department.

His eyes were the color of moss—a green so beautiful that it sometimes took my breath away when he made direct eye contact with me.

He had great muscles—all over—and there wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t have them finely tuned.

His voice was to die for, and each time he spoke, I had to fight the urge to close my eyes and just let the beautiful sound filter through me.

Then there were his nipples.

They were hard and poking out of his shirt—all the damn time—and it took everything I had not to reach out and poke them with my finger.

Or run my finger over them.

Or my mouth.

Or…

“Earth to Blaise,” Sin teased. “Do you want to go grab lunch at Nanny Goats?”

Nanny Goats wasn’t my favorite.

In fact, Nanny Goats was boring.

At least lately.

They didn’t have a ‘fried’ menu, which seemed to be the only thing I was gravitating to lately.

Fried. Covered in sugar. Or pickles.

There were no in-betweens.

“I’d love you forever if you went to Raising Cane’s, or Chick-Fil-A,” I admitted.

His nose wrinkled.

“Those are both kind of unhealthy,” he admitted.

I looked over at him with a bored look. “Listen, I can’t do chick food right now. I have to do real food. Food that has some heft. Or I want to barf. All the damn time. So if you want me to go out to lunch with you, you’ll have to go somewhere that has good, real, hearty food. Because the idea of having a sandwich or a salad right now makes me want to vomit.”

His lips twitched. “Literally?”

“Literally,” I confirmed.

“How about Circle Five?” he asked.

I frowned. “There’s no way in hell you can get into Circle Five without a reservation.”

He looked over at me with a grin. “Bet I can.”

Excitement started to pour through me then.

I’d only been to the place once with my brother when he’d first moved to Texas.

The place was really nice, had great food, and even better, it had some bomb ass desserts.

Desserts that, might I add, were really, really appetizing right then.

“Bet.” I held out my hand.

“What do we wager?” he asked, blindly reaching out and taking my hand in his, giving it a small shake.

Except, when I expected him to put it down, he didn’t.

He held on and placed it on the top of his thigh.

His very hard, very hot thigh.

He placed the top of my hand over a hole in his jeans, too. I could feel his leg hair poking out of the hole and felt my heartbeat starting to accelerate.

I didn’t pull my hand away, even though where he had my hand kind of sort of made my arm stretch out a little more than was comfortable just holding there.

We stayed like that until we were in the parking lot of Circle Five.

Circle Five was a rather large steakhouse in the middle of nowhere.

It was halfway between Souls Chapel and Bear Bottom and had clientele from all over Texas coming to it.