Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC 1)

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but failing. “Okay, just tell me something to take my mind off my freak out,” I ordered, needing to be distracted.

She thought for a minute, then her face got serious. “Well, I’ve finally made up my mind about what’s happening with Ian and Brock.”

“What?” I all but screeched, my mind well and truly off the bun in my oven.

Amy flinched at my yell, but I ignored it. “When did you decide this? Oh my god did you choose Ian? Are we finally going to be sisters?” I asked, almost jumping up and down. She opened her mouth but I interrupted. “But then again, I really do like Brock. He’s super dreamy and bad ass. And he’s one of Cade’s best friends, so I’ll finally have someone who can relate to all the bad ass biker shit.” Oh crap, I actually found myself conflicted about her decision, even with my brother and potential nieces and nephews on the line. “Well?” I demanded impatiently.

I didn’t get to hear her answer because the front door opened and Bull strode in. No one knocked anymore. He did a chin lift to Amy then focused on me.

“Gwen girl, Cade wanted me to tell you he got held up. Also he wanted to make sure you were okay. What are you doing out of bed?” he clipped, glaring at Amy and me standing in the middle of the living room. His gaze moved down to his motorcycle boot, which was inches away from one of my pregnancy tests. I watched in horror as he picked it up, looked at the result and grinned.

I stomped over to him and snatched the test out of his hands. This was the first time I had seen Bull smile, like, ever. I hadn’t needed all my lame jokes after all. An illegitimate pregnancy made the fucker happy.

“Eww, Bull, don’t touch that, it has my pee on it! How embarrassing,” I muttered, hiding the pee stick behind my back and glaring up at the dangerously handsome biker who was now wearing a shit eating grin.

“You pregnant babe?” he asked softly, happiness saturating his tone.

“Um, looks to be the case big man,” I uttered quietly, nervous for his reaction. Even though it seemed he was pretty fucking pleased. This was confirmed when he pulled me into a big bear hug and squeezed me tight against his hard body. I was shocked for a second, Bull had never physically embraced anyone since I had met him, he even shied away from it. I cautiously put my arms around him, not reaching very far because he was big.

Bull gently released me and kissed my hair. “Fucking great news, Gwen,” he whispered, eyes shining with emotion I didn’t know he was capable of.

I smiled shyly back. “You think so? This wasn’t exactly planned, Cade might not…”

“Cade will be fucking thrilled,” Bull cut me off sounding firm.

“Okay,” I said quietly, feeling better with how sure he sounded. He was his best friend, he was sure to know right?

“I hate to interrupt,” Amy cut in from behind me. “But, Gwen, how about you go and get changed and we’ll hit the pharmacy before we go to the docs, get you loaded up on all that pre natal shit.”

I turned to her. “Yeah that’s probably a good idea Abrams, this kid’s going to need all the vitamins it can get,” I replied stroking my stomach, still worried about the possible affect my love of alcohol could have had on my child’s development.

“You going to the doctors? What for?” Bull interrupted, sounding concerned.

Amy waved her hand. “Oh it’s nothing, we just need to make sure my little alcoholic over here hasn’t made her unborn child partial to cosmos inside the womb,” she said casually.

I glared at her.

“It was a joke.” She rolled her eyes. “Like I said, Cade’s kid probably has a badass super sperm force field around it or something.”

I popped my eyes out at her. “I am not even going to deign that comment with a response.” She was cuckoo.

“I’m coming,” Bull declared.

“Seriously honey you don’t have to, it’s just a precaution,” I told him, thinking of Bull being present while a doctor put that ultra sound thingy up my lady parts.

“I’m coming,” he repeated firmly. “Cade can’t be contacted for the rest of the day, and I ain’t asking.”

“Okay but you are staying in the waiting room.”

So that’s how I arrived at the doctor’s office, trailed by my insane best friend and a member of my boyfriend’s motorcycle club. Amy checked me in while Bull directed me to the little seated area which consisted of out of date magazines, uncomfortable chairs and pamphlets on everything from STDs to asthma. I snatched up every single one the contained the word pregnancy or had a baby on the cover and sat down next to a ten year old boy and his mother. Bull decided to stay standing, then maintained the universal bad ass stance by crossing his arms and spreading his feet slightly. He looked like he should have one of those ear pieces in and be guarding the president. The boy beside me glanced at Bull, then at his cut and gazed up at him in awe. His mother smiled warmly at him. Bull directed a scowl their way before his face turned away. I saw his tenderness had been short lived. I decided not to pay much attention to this as I had pamphlets to read and got started on the one on top of my pile. I had only just read the first sentence when it was snatched out of my hand.

“Hey!” I snapped at Amy as she sat down beside me, throwing my pamphlets in the trash can beside her.

“You don’t need to read them Gwen, it just tells you the hundred thousand things that have like a point one percent chance of happening. It will only freak you out more, then convince you your child will be a hermaphrodite,” she declared, picking up an outdated copy of People.