Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,55
settled her hands on her belly. “Oh my god, girrrrrl, I’m pregnant.”
“You are?” I asked.
“Yes! Just like you. I think we might actually be due really close to each other. I found out last week.”
I forced myself not to appear confused. She’d never mentioned a man or any love interest, which I figured she would since she overshared about pretty much everything else.
I moved out from behind the counter and hugged her. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I can’t wait to have my shower.”
“Me too,” I said.
“I’ll be sure to send you an invite.”
“Thanks, Lila, that would be fun.”
“Well, I better get back to the shop,” she said. “Just wanted to share.”
“Thanks for letting me know.”
She walked out and I went back to my day. Rabbit picked me up at closing time and came in through the front rather than the back.
“Hi, honey. You’re early.”
“Yeah, we got done sooner than expected.” He nodded toward the door. “That woman down the street keeps starin’ this way. Leaning out her window and watchin’.”
“Lila?”
“Yeah. She’s fuckin’ weird.”
“She’s lonely, which makes her awkward,” I countered. “But weird might be a bit harsh.”
“It’s like she’s obsessed with you.”
“I think she just wants to connect. She’s pregnant,” I said. “She told me today.”
“How the fuck does that work?” he asked. “She’s, like, fifty.”
I rolled my eyes. “She’s maybe forty, honey.”
His eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“Well, she looks a hell of a lot older,” he said.
“Don’t be mean,” I said, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him quickly. “She just wants a friend.”
“She’s a fuckin’ weirdo.”
I shook my head and chose to ignore his unkind words. “Come on, help me with the receipts and we’ll get out of here.”
Life was pretty uneventful for the next four months. The Beast had gone to ground, Taxi was giving Rabbit space for the most part, and we found out we were having a boy.
Little did I know, the other shoe was about to drop in the form of a fireplace poker, a scalpel, and a loaded gun.
Parker
“I WANT YOU off your feet,” Rabbit ordered, walking through the front door of the shop.
“You don’t need to check up on me, Zane. I’m good,” I countered, closing the cash drawer.
He raised an eyebrow. “Baby, you’re fuckin’ close to your due date. You should be home with your feet up so I can feed you bonbons or some shit like that.”
“I don’t need my feet to swell more than they already are, honey.” I set my hands on my belly. “Bonbons will just add to the carnage that used to be my calves.”
“Today’s your last day. Got it? Shadow and Mouse are onboard to watch the store until you’re back.”
I bit my lip. “Really?”
“Yep.”
“That might be six weeks if I end up having—”
“You’re not gonna have a fuckin’ C-section,” he avowed. “But it doesn’t matter how long it takes, they’ve cleared their schedule.”
“Oh my god, seriously?”
“Yeah, baby.” He smiled. “Need you to relax for the rest of your pregnancy. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded, moving from behind the counter and wrapping my arms around his waist. “I can totally do that for you.”
He stroked my hair. “Good.”
The bell on the door dinged and we both turned toward it to see Lila walk in.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey, Lila, how are you feeling?” I asked as she rubbed her belly.
“Huge,” she said.
I smiled. “I hear ya.”
I noticed Rabbit staring her down, but he softened his features and even managed to smile slightly as she stepped away from him slightly.
“Ah, so, I’m having my shower on Saturday.” She handed me an envelope. “I wanted to invite you.”
“She’s supposed to be resting,” Rabbit said.
“But I can probably get away for a little while,” I countered. “Right, honey?”
He widened his eyes at me, his back to Lila, so she couldn’t see him.
“Right?” I pressed.
“We’ll see how you’re doin’ on Saturday.”
I patted his chest. “I’ll text you Saturday morning, okay?” I asked Lila.
“Oh, sure.” She nodded. “I’d really love to see you.”
“I’ll do my best,” I promised, and she walked out.
“You’re not goin’ to that fuckin’ shower,” Rabbit said.
“It’s five days away. Let’s talk about it then.”
He shook his head, but dropped the subject, and we went about finishing out our day.
* * *
Saturday morning, Rabbit had to deal with club business, so I headed to my parents’ place for the day. He insisted on me never being alone, so this was the compromise. He followed me over and walked me in. “She’s to rest,” he said to my mother.