Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,33
okay,” I said, and promptly puked all over the floor.
“So much for not cleaning up puke,” Bucky retorted.
Jasmine rushed into mother-mode, helping me back to the bathroom and setting me beside the toilet. “Don’t move,” she ordered, and pulled the door closed.
I continued to lose everything I’d eaten that day, staying put until Jasmine peeked back in. “Hey, honey. How ya doin’?”
“Better.”
“I got you some Sprite and saltines, the boys have cleaned up the front, and Stevie’s started on training. Shadow’s comin’ to step in since he already knows how things run. You’re going home.” She walked in and closed the door. “But after you pee on this stick.” She set a pregnancy test on the counter.
“I’m not pregnant, Jazz.”
“Humor me. You are never sick, so just check.”
I rolled my eyes as she left the room, but did as she asked, then washed my face and hands, rinsing my mouth out with water while I waited for the test.
A knock came and I pulled open the door.
“So?” Jasmine asked.
“Haven’t looked yet,” I admitted.
She handed me a Sprite. “Let’s look.”
“Don’t touch it,” I warned.
“I’m not gonna touch it,” she ground out as she leaned closer. “You’ve got two lines, babe.”
I gasped. “What? Seriously?”
Jasmine grinned. “Yes! Look.”
I grabbed the stick and held it up to the light. “Oh my god.”
“Parker!” Rabbit bellowed.
“What’s he doing here?”
“I called him,” Jasmine said.
“You didn’t need to do that.”
“Yes, I did. He’d freak out if I didn’t.”
Well, that was probably true. I pulled open the door. “In here, honey.”
He rushed toward me, a frown on his face. “You’re sick?”
I held the stick up to him. “Sort of.”
Jasmine sidled past him, her pregnant belly forcing him to step out of the bathroom to let her pass.
“What’s this?” he asked, looking at the test.
“Positive pregnancy test.”
He grinned, sliding his hand to cup the back of my head. “You’re pregnant?”
I nodded. “Apparently.”
“Holy shit,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me.
I stopped him. “I just puked.”
He kissed my cheek instead. “Appreciate the heads up.”
“All of this is so fast,” I said, gripping his cut. “I really thought it would take longer.”
He grinned. “Bionic sperm, Pebbles.”
I groaned. “Okay, big man.”
“I’m gonna take you home,” he said. “Stevie’s all good to cover you.”
“Zane—”
“Not up for discussion,” he said. “We’re goin’ home.”
I was still feeling really off, so I let him take me home where he forced me into a pair of sweats, fuzzy socks, and a T-shirt, then settled me on the sofa and told me I wasn’t allowed to move. I didn’t argue, promptly falling asleep.
I was awoken by sharp pains shooting through my belly and I couldn’t stop a groan. I was no longer on the sofa. Instead I was in our bed, so I threw the covers off of me and stumbled into the bathroom. I closed the door, sat on the toilet, and turned on the light, then panicked. “Rabbit!”
I heard a thump, then a, “Fuck.” He always slammed his knee on the nightstand, and he kept threatening to throw it out.
“Parker?” he called.
“In the bathroom,” I rasped.
The door slid open and Rabbit swore. I didn’t blame him. There was so much blood.
I couldn’t stop a sob as I gripped the counter, the pain in my abdomen unbearable. “I think I’m losing the baby.”
“I’m calling Doc,” he said, rushing for his phone, then joining me back in the bathroom. “Sorry, brother. We think Parker’s miscarryin’. Yeah. Yeah. Sure.” He looked at me. “Can you make it to the car?”
I shook my head.
“She’s in a lot of pain. I’m not sure she can move. Yeah, okay. Thanks.” He hung up and hunkered down in front of me. “He’s on his way.”
I nodded, dropping my head to my arm leaning on the counter. We sat in silence for several minutes with Rabbit hunkered down in front of me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
“Don’t apologize, baby. It’s not your fault.”
“I’m going to be sick,” I warned, and he pulled a small bucket from under my sink, handing it to me. “You don’t need to be here for this.”
“I’m not leaving you, baby.” The doorbell pealed, and he frowned. “I’ll be right back.”
Seconds later, Doc walked in, kneeling in front of me. “You feel pretty fuckin’ awful, huh?”
I nodded, tears still streaming down my face.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to need to have a look. You okay with that?”
I nodded again, my face flaming from humiliation.
Doc wanted me off the toilet, so he stripped our bed, laid down pads, and Rabbit carried me to it,