Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,54
you.”
I dropped my head to his chest. “Promise me you’ll never give them the slip.”
He laughed. “It’s not a hostage situation, Parker. I’m good.”
“When I don’t know where you are, I feel like I’m a hostage, Zane. It’s terrifying.”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be better.”
“That’s all I ask,” I whispered, sliding my hands up under his cut and burrowing against him.
“How long have you been feelin’ sick?”
“Just now. Stress, probably.”
He lifted my chin and frowned. “Did you eat?”
“Not yet. I was getting ready to make waffles, but you kind of interrupted that.”
“Let’s get some food into you, then,” he said.
“That’d be good.”
With the drama over for the moment, we made our way back to the kitchen and went about making a breakfast big enough to feed an army.
* * *
Monday, I went back to work and Jasmine stopped by with yet another pregnancy test.
“Do you own stock in First Response?” I asked as she forced me into the bathroom.
“You’re sick again and since you’re never sick, I want to see if we can’t get ahead of this.”
“I’m not pregnant,” I ground out.
“Humor me.”
I closed the bathroom door and stared at the test. The thought of being pregnant again made me hivey and I didn’t want to take the test because I didn’t want it to be true.
“Are you peeing?” Jasmine called through the door, and I jumped.
“Keep your pants on.”
“As long as you take yours off… and fucking pee on that stick.”
I rolled my eyes and tore open the packaging. I suppose I could be pregnant… my period was late, but it’s not like that wasn’t unusual for me. I was late often. After doing my thing, I washed my hands and pulled the door open.
Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “So?”
“Give it a minute,” I said, and she walked over to the counter and leaned down.
“Why is it taking so long?”
“A watched pot never boils,” I grumbled. “Why are you pushing this?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “I just worry about you.”
“If I’m pregnant, I’m just going to lose it again,” I whispered.
“Don’t say that,” Jasmine said, picking up the wand. “It’s positive.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
I waved my hands in front of my face as tears threatened to fall. “I can’t do this, Jazz.”
“Yes, you can. Call Rabbit. Right now. Then you’re going home to bed until Doc can examine you.”
“I can’t just leave whenever I want to, Jasmine. I have a store to run.”
“Rabbit will sort all that out. Call him.”
I sighed, pulling my phone out of my pocket and calling my husband. I was still standing in the bathroom, so I moved out toward the front in case a customer came in.
“Hey, baby,” he said, answering immediately.
“Hi. Do you have time to swing by the store?”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Jasmine made me take another test.”
“A pregnancy test?”
I bit my lip. “Yes.”
“And?”
“It’s positive,” I said.
“I’ll be there in ten,” he said, and hung up.
True to his word, I heard Harley-Davidson pipes ten minutes later, only I heard more than one bike, which could only mean that Rabbit brought back-up.
He walked through the back door, Shadow and Mouse following, and I met him halfway. “Why the fuck aren’t you sittin’ down?” he growled.
“I’m fine,” I said, but he wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me into my office, pushing me gently into my chair. “Rabbit, I’m good,” I stressed.
“Doc wants you back at the barn so he can look you over,” Rabbit said. “Shadow’s got the shop covered.”
“You told them?”
“No. I told Doc. Shadow goes where Doc sends him.” He studied me. “He doesn’t ask questions.”
“Good for him,” I retorted.
He smiled. “Let’s go.”
“I don’t need to leave right now, honey,” I said.
“Yeah. You do.”
I closed my eyes. “Please don’t be crazy about this. It’s not going to last.”
“Don’t say that,” he growled. “Baby, look at me.”
I met his eyes and he stroked my cheek. “Let’s get you back to the compound so Doc can look you over.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
He kissed me gently and we gathered up everything and made our way to the barn.
* * *
Three months later, I was officially past the first trimester and the baby looked perfect. To say we were excited was an understatement. We’d also gone public with the news, so everyone knew now, not just my family and my girls.
I had just checked out a customer when Lila walked in. “Hi, Parker.”
“Oh, hey, Lila, how are you?” I asked, setting a receipt in my drawer.